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Will You Punish Me If I Don’t? — Jeon Wonwoo

request: a lil drunk reader × possessive wonu angry sex pls

tags: fem and brat!reader, dom!wonwoo, edging, semi-public sex, angry sex, rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), a tiiiiiny bit of light degradation and spit kink, unprotected sex (stay safe), wall sex (oh yes you read that right), a whole lot of dirty talk, JEON WONWOO IN A CROP TOP BYE, established jeon wonwoo x reader

a/n: this took me a whole fucking day to write it 💀 i think my soul left my body on the meantime and now i’m just a spirit,, but i love this so much, pls, possessive wonu is one of the biggest moods ever 🥵 also i’m sure i made a lot of stupid grammar mistakes that i didn’t realize even after proof reading it, so you’re just gonna,, pretend you don’t see those :)) i hope you enjoy, i made this with all my heart JDJSJDJS

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You know very well you’re being annoying and petty today.

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You both have been on this damn party for a while and you tried to get Wonwoo to leave and fuck you for at least five times now. You tried dirty dancing on the dance floor; nope. You tried sitting on his lap when he was talking to his friends; nope. You even tried to make out with him; but it only had lasted for a few minutes.

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It had you even more horny and angry. And that is never a good combination when it comes to you.

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But can people really blame you when Wonwoo is looking that good? You have been making a great amount of effort not to stare too much at Wonwoo’s abs peeking from his black cropped shirt, the sharpness of his V-line more visible than it should be legally allowed — it’s bad for your poor heart after all. But you do a poor job of hiding how the whole outfit affects you, because Wonwoo was looking and he had this known glint swimming inside his eyes and it’s got you licking your lips.

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But still, he didn’t do anything.

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Well, not until you used your last resort.

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Your mind threw back to the memory of Wonwoo’s big hand resting on your inner thigh earlier when you were sitting in his lap, the veins in the back of his palm tracing a dirty path up to his forearms. And there’s always a strength, even a possessiveness in the way he holds you, his other hand squeezing a little hard against your waist, grip tightening every time someone stares at you for a second too long. There’s something so raw in the way he acts, like it’s almost unconscious, and it turns you on without a doubt.

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No matter how you looked at other people and tried to rile him up, Wonwoo still remained in his stupid composed behavior, this little acts being the only proof of his jealousy.

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But not tonight. Tonight you were going to make him snap, no matter what. You were gonna make him fuck you rough and fast and give you as many orgasms as you wanted.

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Oh, but you were so wrong. Things totally backfired at you.

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You started by going into the dance floor again, after a few shots of some liquid courage. Swaying your hips at the beat, you tried your best to throw sultry looks at where he was sitting — manspreading, your brain unfortunately added, because he looked so hot doing that — in one of the sofas, eyes set on you like you’re the only thing that he could ever look at.

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You smirked, pleased with his reaction, before proceeding with your plan. Hands reaching forward, you touched the shoulder of the first guy you saw in front of you. It doesn’t take long for him to turn around and smile. He seemed genuinely nice, so you felt a little bad for using him to make your boyfriend jealous, but when you looked at him the guilt disappeared in two seconds.

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His head was hung low, eyebrows frown and fists clenched in where he supported his arms on the sofa. You winked at him and clearly saw how he seemed to almost visibly snarl at your teasing, knowing very well what was your intent with all of that; Wonwoo looked at you like he was about to consume you whole in front of everyone just to prove who you belonged to — and you felt your legs tremble at the idea of that.

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It was a game to see who would give in first; you to your frustration and horniness or Wonwoo to his possessives and jealousy. You couldn’t stop staring at him, the both of you shooting daggers into each other, especially when you turned your back to the guy and swayed your hips obscenely for him.

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But it was when he put his hand on your waist and glued his lips to your ear that things started taking a turn of events; in the next second, Wonwoo was standing right beside you. The air grew thicker quickly, and your breath was knocked out of you at the sight of your — very pissed off and very hot — boyfriend looking down at you.

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“What do you think you’re doing?” Wonwoo’s voice had rang through your ears, loud enough to make you mewl softly even through all the music going on in the background.

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“Dancing?” you asked with fake innocence, batting your eyelashes at him. Wonwoo groaned, grabbing your wrist.

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“Um,” the guy from before started. “I think I should be going now?”

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He waited for an answer, but you and Wonwoo were too busy looking at each other intensively to even care, so he cleared his throat and left.

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“Let’s go,” he stated simply, pulling at you through the crowd so you both could go outside. You giggle a little when you trip on your foot, a bit tipsy with the shots you took.

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And that’s how you find yourself currently being guided until you were both right in front of his car. Your mouth opens, ready to make a clever comment that would surely rile him up and give in to what you want, before he turns around and gets all over your personal space, so suddenly that the words get stuck in your throat. The scent of his cedarwood cologne invades your lungs, sending your mind into a little haze.

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“What were you thinking, letting another man touch you?” Wonwoo says, voice rough and firm, lips pressed into a thin line like he was still holding something back.

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And you don’t want him to.

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“You took too long, and I have needs,” you retort, stepping up into his space too, not wanting to back down even when the sight of Wonwoo’s dark, dark eyes bleeding with lust made a very noticeable shiver run down your spine.

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“What kind of need would even make you want to rub yourself all over someone else that—” he stops himself, closing his mouth before groaning, annoyed. You smirk at him, knowing what he was going to say.

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All over someone else that isn’t me.

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“Hmm, let me see,” you giggle, face centimeters apart from his, your breaths mingling with each other. “A need to get fucked hard, for starters.”

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The intensity of his gaze growing exponentially dark wipes the smile off your face in seconds. You try not to gulp when he scoffs, taking one messy step back when he takes one further.

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“So that’s what this is about?” Wonwoo questions, tone suddenly mean and sarcastic, and there’s heat licking and pooling at your lower belly faster than you expected. His deep voice never fails to leave you trembling. “You’re so desperate to get railed that you couldn’t even wait to get home before throwing yourself at some random dude.”

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Your cheeks tint red in shame and arousal, realizing this wasn’t a question. It was an affirmation, like he knows exactly how horny you are, and you try to remain composed. You are not going to give up until he loses it.

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“Maybe,” you say, a single finger trailing through his torso distractingly, and you don’t even try to hide your hunger when you look at his abs peeking from behind his cropped. Wonwoo’s face hardens at that, and you smile internally in victory. “Why? Are you jealous, baby?”

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He laughs, throwing his head back, but it only serves to make you even more satisfied. That’s exactly the reaction you expected him to have.

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“You’re drunk,” Wonwoo answers instead, and you think it’s endearing how he denies so hard that he’s not possessive.

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“Nope,” you press your finger in his chest again, but he doesn’t even buge from the place. Fuck, that’s hot, you think, licking your lips and watching Wonwoo’s eyes zeroing in the action. “A little bit tipsy? Yes. But drunk? Not at all.”

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Suddenly, you back away, trying to ignore the way your body protests against the lack of warmth, the lack of Wonwoo.

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“So if you’re not jealous, then you wouldn’t mind me getting off with someone else, right?” you trail off, feeling proud of yourself when he looks at you like you just made something emerge from the ground with psychic powers.

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“What?” he asks, tone furious, and you jump a little in place with the intensity of it, but soon recovers with a pout.

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“I mean,” you start, acting like you’re not saying the biggest stupid thing you could ever think of saying, shrugging at him. Of course it was all a lie, there’s no way you’ll ever want someone else other than Wonwoo. “You’re always telling me to wait and wait and wait, so if you’re not that jealous, then maybe I should get someone else to fuck me when you can’t.”

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Wonwoo moves so fast your brain takes a time to understand what he just did; in a second you were standing with your glorious bratty attitude, the next you were pushed against the car, one hand squeezing your jaw tight in place and the other holding your wrists behind your back. His bigger and broader body pins yours against the door, and you have a hard time breathing now.

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Now that’s a way to sober up.

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“No,” he grits out, sounding more like a growl than an actual word. Your heart is hammering like crazy against your chest, and you gasp softly when he pushes your jaw backwards until the back of your head hits the car, neck exposed for him. “No one should be allowed to touch you like this. No one but me. No one.”

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Then Wonwoo bites the juncture of your neck and shoulder, so hard you think the mark is gonna be there for days. You moan at that, hips kicking and shocking with Wonwoo’s.

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“You know nobody could fuck you like I do,” he says, sounding smug but also dead serious, and this cocky side of his during such moments never fails to make you wet.

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You inhale, reuniting the fight there’s still in you. To be honest the only thing that makes you still retort back is the alcohol. It gives you a special ability of not being able to shut up.

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“I guess someone else will have to fuck me so I can believe you.”

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You watch his demeanor change instantly at that; shoulders tensing, jaw clenching and predatory eyes — Wonwoo kisses the breath out of you. He sucks at your body lip, licking at the seam of your mouth, and you gasp, mouth parting and his tongue slides against yours. There’s a hot flash rushing all over you as your body pulses with want; Wonwoo has always been a great kisser, capable of surrendering you putty in his hands.

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He kisses you again and again and again, as if someone might take you away. He kisses you like he wants to carve his identity in your soul. He kisses you so messy and hungry that your teeth actually clack and the sounds of your lips dragging roughly and tongues rubbing against each other fills the air around you.

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Wonwoo can probably taste the alcohol, if the way he moans is anything to go by.

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It is dirty, lewd and so fucking hot you feel the fight leaving your body momentarily along with your breath, lungs burning with the lack of oxygen. There are a few tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, and you don’t even realize their presence, but then, and only then, Wonwoo pulls away. He bites at your lower lip one more time, a lewd string of saliva connecting your mouths for a short while before it breaks.

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“Seems like you suddenly forgot who’s name you scream when you’re getting railed,” Wonwoo tells you, voice poisonous and labored breath caressing the skin of your neck. “Should I remind you?”

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“Y-yes,” you moan out, enjoying the proposal, but it only serves to make Wonwoo scoff.

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“I think you need to learn how to respect me first,” he says instead, and there’s butterflies swarming together in your belly, chest still heaving for air.

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“Will you punish me if I don’t?” you retort, staring him right back in the eyes.

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Wonwoo growls.

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“You better shut the fuck up before I make you regret,” he says, and you feel a shiver rocking so bad on your body that your hips collide into Wonwoo’s, his half hard cock pressing against your stomach. The feeling makes you moan.

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“Why would I?” you ask, trembling voice giving away how much this all affects you. “I want this.”

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There’s a bit of silence before you continue.

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“Make me regret.”

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“Fuck,” Wonwoo groans, biting on your neck again, this time so far up that you won’t be able to hide it that easily. “So needy you can’t even think about anything else other than having a cock drilling into you.”

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Wonwoo kisses your moan away, sucks at your bottom lip until it’s swollen. Then, he puts three fingers in your mouth, like he’s telling you to shut up.

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Wonwoo turns his head to look down at your shuddering frame trapped between the side of the car and him. You don’t look up, too focused on sucking at his long fingers, but when Wonwoo starts to move his arm that was occupied by your mouth, you stir, and look up to meet his eyes.

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They’re dark, with a glint in them you could only recognize as devious and wicked and so so so mean. It’s the same glint he gets when he’s about to deal out a punishment, or tease you enough that you believe it’s a punishment. It makes the hair on the back of your neck stand, and a bead of sweat drips from your eyebrow. You wonder what you’ve got yourself in for the night when you both get home.

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As if on cue, answering your arousal hazed thoughts, the hand that was slowly doing a dangerous path down your body settles itself on the front of your pants. It’s heavy on your clit, and you can feel Wonwoo digging his fingers into your entrance. You barely have the sense to react, and even if you could, you reminded yourself you weren’t home yet. Wonwoo now has his hand groping your pussy in public.

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Your face flushes a dark red at the realization, feeling humiliated and embarrassed under Wonwoo’s grip. If someone were to see, they’d get arrested for sure. Wonwoo’s hand has a strong grip on your clit, fingers quickly slipping past the thick fabric of your denim jeans and lace panties so he could press the pad of it against your naked and wet folds.

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You whine quietly, and now that the hold on your jaw has been set loose, you nestle your face further into the crook of Wonwoo’s neck. With a grip on Wonwoo’s jacket, you feel him angling his head so it rests against the top of your head.

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“Wait, f-fuck, someone might see us!” you whisper-yell at him, but Wonwoo only hums and steps in closer. Your chests are flush together and he towers over your frame easily enough to hide you between him and the car. “Wonwoo—”

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Your sentence gets interrupted by your own moan when he presses a finger inside of you. You quiver, legs trembling, and you let the realization that Wonwoo is about to finger you publicly sink into your stomach. You know that the streets are deserted and there’s not one single soul around there since it’s so late, but the thought of it still has you gasping.

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“Wait? But weren’t you the one complaining about me making you wait all the time?” Wonwoo bites back, tone mean and unforgiving when he fucks his finger inside of you. He sounds almost angry and it’s making you so damn horny. “Earlier you were looking at me with such a hunger. I bet you were thinking about me fucking you in front of everyone, weren’t you, baby?”

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You moan because yes, that was exactly what you were thinking. His hand lets go of your wrists when he adds another finger inside of you. It burns a little, you think, but enjoys the pain as your arms fly up to circle around his neck and pull him closer. Wonwoo goes easily, mouth finding yours and fingers fucking inside you in a way that has you squirming.

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He soon gives attention to your neck, kissing all over it before sucking a wet blotch against the skin right underneath your jaw. Wonwoo pulls away, looking at it for a while like it gives him some sort of feral satisfaction to see you bearing one of his marks.

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“Wonwoo, I’m n-not—” your words break off into a whine, struggling to form sentences. “Not— g-gonna be able to hide the, ah, hickey i-if you suck it that far up.”

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“Good,” Wonwoo says, and his mouth finds your neck. You scratch his scalp when he sucks again, this time harder, his arm coming to help you up when your legs give in. “Want everyone to know you’re mine. Only mine to fuck, to breed, to love, to cherish, to make you my little slut.”

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You throw your head, back arching off of the car and mouth opening to let a high pitched moan scape you. Wonwoo then adds another finger, the third one, and gyrates them so hard inside you you actually feel like you’re seeing stars, figuratively and realistically — the night sky above you is adorned with a few of them.

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“Acting like a brat and riling me up like that, this is what you wanted, isn’t that right, princess?” Wonwoo spits out, lips pressed into a thin line as if he’s getting more and more angry at his own words. “If I didn’t stop you right there, would you have continued dancing with that dude, huh? Would you maybe have made out with him?”

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You try to answer, maybe tease him back again, but you can’t even form a coercive sentence. The only thing you can do is hold onto Wonwoo like your life depends on it as he fucks you furiously with his fingers, and take whatever he’s willing to give it to you.

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“Do you think he could finger you like this?” Wonwoo says poisonously, hand squeezing at your ass hard enough that you think it’s gonna leave the print of his fingers. “Think he would have a bigger cock than mine?”

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He ruts against you as if to prove his point, hard and so fucking big it has you breathless. You know how your boyfriend is well-endowed, know he could make you feel him for days after a good fuck and your mouth salivates. Wonwoo presses the pad of his fingers in your sweet spot, jamming against it without pulling out with quick movements, and you feel like you’re going insane.

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“Since you put a lot of effort into being a fucking brat today, I will give you what you want, sweetheart,” Wonwoo laughs a little, almost as if he’s mocking you, and your whole face burns in pleasurable humiliation. “I’m gonna be rough. I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast against every surface of our house, gonna make you scream my name so everyone knows you belong to me, gonna use you, make you my little ragdoll and dump you full of my cum until you’re all heavy and swollen with it.”

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“Wonwoo— your f-fuck, fucking dirty mouth, ah—” you thrash in his grip, nestling your face further into his neck and he knew, he knew all along what was your intention with the way you were acting, and you hold tight on his hair, hearing him growl when you pull at it. “I’m gonna come. Gonna cum s-so fucking hard, fuck—”

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“I’ll make it hurt,” Wonwoo warns, his lips ghosting at the shell of your ear and hot breath tickling your sensitive skin, brings goosebumps all over it. “But I’ll make it feel good.”

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The pleasure builds quickly and you throw your head back with a loud moan, orgasm almost hitting you like a train.

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But then, everything stops. Wonwoo pulls away, fingers slipping out of you and he wipes them in his jeans. He then goes through his pocket and grabs the car keys, the familiar beep sound echoing through the empty streets when he clicks a button on the key chain, and it’s got you completely dumbfounded.

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“Come on, get in the car, baby,” Wonwoo states simply, like he didn’t just make the best orgasm of your life ebb away. Frustration sinks deep within your bones and you groan, turning to look at him like he just committed a war crime.

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“Why did you— why did you stop?” you question, heart almost jumping out of your chest and you feel like you’re going to actually die if you don’t get to come soon. “I was just there!”

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“Oh, sweetheart,” Wonwoo coos at you like he finds what you just said endearing. Face flushing dark red, you get completely embarrassed with how quick he makes you feel small. “You thought I was going to make you cum?”

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Wonwoo comes closer, holds your chin softly, a total contrast to what he says then.

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“Poor baby, I’m actually going to do the exact opposite.” he pecks your lips once. “Gonna edge you until you cry.”

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He goes around the car and opens the door for you.

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“Now get in, baby. Don’t make me repeat myself,” Wonwoo says, tone leaving no room for arguments, and you gulp before obeying.

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Wonwoo closes the door for you when you finish settling yourself inside, and goes to the driver’s seat. You watch him turn the car on as you put your seatbelt, whining when your cunt throbs in need. When he starts driving you try your best to move as quietly as you can, squirming a little until you can smooth your fingers through your clit. You gyrate them once, pleasure swarming all over your body, before Wonwoo’s voice wakes you up from your short haze.

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“No touching yourself,” he admonishes with a tsk and you groan, frustrated. He’s still looking at the road and you don’t even know how he managed to figure it out that you were touching yourself.

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Staring out of the window, your thighs rub together every time the car shakes a little. Your mind supplies unnecessary images of your boyfriend fucking you, and you curse a little. Even trying to imagine disgusting things wouldn’t delete Wonwoo’s words from earlier out of your head, and you’re getting more and more excited by the second.

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“Wonwon…” you sigh, almost a whisper, hips moving in the air and hands coming to grab at one of your breasts. You smirk, content when you hear him growl.

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“I said not to touch yourself,” Wonwoo’s knuckles turn white with how hard he grips the steering wheel. “Should I tie you up in our bed and leave you untouched or are you going to start obeying me?”

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“But you’re not doing anything,” you whine, wanting nothing else then to come.

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“You don’t know what I’m capable of,” Wonwoo says, voice low and dead serious.

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“I don’t think you know either.”

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The car comes to a complete stop right after you say that. You gulp, realizing Wonwoo has already parked in your private garage. He gets out of the car and goes to your side, opening the door, still in complete silence.

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“Turn this way,” he orders, voice one octave lower, and you gasp at the roughness of it. “Now.”

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You spring into action, take your seatbelt off, doing as you’re told, and as soon as you finish turning to him with your legs outside of the car, he gets on his knees.

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“W-Wonwoo,” it’s the only thing you manage to say as you watch him work with your pants after taking your shoes off. He ends up popping the button off but you don’t have it in you to complain, not when he’s looking like that.

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Wonwoo finishes taking your jeans off, throwing somewhere in the garage, and then he grabs at both sides of the collar of your shirt. You frown, confused with the action, but then his hands are pulling, and he rips it in half.

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“Wonwoo,” you moan, beyond turned on as he does the same to your penties. Your clothes are torn apart but you can’t think of anything else other than fuck me fuck me fuck me. “I—”

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Wonwoo kisses you shut, lips dragging hard against yours, and you feel his hands at your thighs before he pulls at them enough so that you slip on your seat. He uses the grip to open your legs for him, not even giving you a break to understand what’s going on before sucking on your clit hard.

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Your back arches, hands scrambling to hold on something — one of them finds the steering wheel and the other finds the wadding of the seat, body thrashing everywhere before Wonwoo pins your hips down in place — knows better than to shove his face in your cunt as you originally wanted to do.

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He licks between your folds one, two, three times; the tip of his tongue prods inside your already loose entrance, and fuck if you didn’t moan, high pitched and greedy for more. Wonwoo inserts more of it until his nose is pressed against your clit, doing a sound in the back of his throat that sends just right. The wetness of his tongue feels so good pressing against your cores and kicking at your soft folds.

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“W-Wonwoo, fuck— f-feels so good—” Wonwoo thrusts his tongue inside you, and you feel like you’re seeing stars, especially when he presses just right. “Ah! Shit, your f-fucking tongue—”

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Wonwoo has to hold you down tighter, your body unable to stay put as you thrash around. You feel tempted to think how your neighbors could probably hear you, but your boyfriend is sucking the life out of you through your pussy and you can’t concentrate well enough to elaborate the thought.

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It’s when Wonwoo curls his tongue just right that has you thinking you would ascend to heaven soon.

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“Fuck! I, ah— Wanna cum, Wonwon, I’m coming, please— let me cum this time,” you manage to get out, writhing and legs kicking everywhere. “Please!”

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But, of course Wonwoo, being the little shit he is, pulls away. Tears gather in your eyes as you groan out of frustration, and Wonwoo is just so mean.

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“Shit—” you cry out, watching his shit eating grin. You hate but love at the same time the way he’s absolutely enjoying seeing you so desperate for a release. “Y-you’re so mean.”

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“Are you gonna stop being a brat now?” Wonwoo raises a brow at you, licking his lips. You shiver, knowing that he’s tasting you by the pleased hum he makes after.

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“Fuck you,” you spit it out, too horny and angry to care.

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“Is that so?” he hums, looking at you as if you’re his prey, to which you’re starting to believe you actually are. “Maybe I should put a gag in this dirty little mouth of yours.”

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Wonwoo traces a thumb in your lower lip like he’s considering the thought.

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“But I think I’m just gonna fuck that attitude out of you.”

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You can’t even bring yourself to enjoy the comment before he pulls on your wrist so hard you get up from the seat, body colliding into his. Wonwoo’s mouth finds yours, the kiss messy and hungry and angry, to the point it makes your legs weak. Your hands scramble to take his shirt off right after you manage to throw his belt somewhere, and you stop for a moment to admire the hard planes of his abs.

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Wonwoo must be the hottest person alive. How can someone have such a handsome face and have a body that looks like it’s sculpted by the gods? He’s getting stronger with his gym practices and it's making you weak.

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“You might actually drool if you keep staring like that,” Wonwoo says, half joking and half serious, but you blush anyways.

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“Just—” you try, breath labored and chest heaving. “J-just rail me. Use me.”

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“Yeah? Want me to treat you like the slut you are?” his lewd question makes you tremble and nod your head. “Speak.”

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“Y-yes, please—” you beg, revolve slowly breaking in.

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“Of course you do,” he answers, voice a few octave lowers again, and he grabs a fistful of your hair. Wonwoo pulls at it until your head is thrown back, his face right above yours. “Open your mouth.”

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You’re quick to obey, mouth parting as he hovers over you, the only thing keeping you up is one of his arms around your waist.

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And oh god, you’re certainly not expecting when he fucking spits into your mouth, a hand coming to press against your jaw and make you close your lips, but you sure as hell want him to do it again.

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“Swallow.” Wonwoo orders, and you moan, doing as you’re told. He looks at you with a feral satisfaction, eyes dark and so full of hunger it stunts you into silence. It’s like there’s this lustful wish of him to break you in until you don’t belong to anyone else but him, and that’s so fucking hot.

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He kisses you for what feels like the hundredth time — not that you’re complaining, he could kiss you for one hundred more and you’d still beg for it. But this time there’s something different, something urgent, and he grasps the back of your thighs when he finishes taking his clothes off and fish something from the pocket of his pants, hefting you up in the air, your legs circling around his waist automatically.

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Wonwoo doesn’t break the messy kiss as he walks through the garage, opening the door that leads to the inside of the house. He doesn’t waste time before slamming you into it as soon as he closes it, your back hitting the wooden frame with a loud thud as the two of you make out like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

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There’s too much tongue and too much spit and too much teeth, but the dirtiness of it all is what makes it even more hot.

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“Want you,” you whine out, realizing that what Wonwoo took out of his pants earlier was a package of lube.

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He rips at the top and pours at his hands, reaching behind you to stroke his hard cock, groaning at the feeling as he lines up with your entrance. The wet head nudges your rim softly, but it slips through your folds. You look at Wonwoo only to realize he’s already staring at you, devious glint in his eyes.

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You’re about to tell him to hurry up when a moan is punched out of you, high pitched and needy, because Wonwoo fucked his cock inside you in one go, nearly knocking the breath right out of your lungs. Your nails scratch all over his back and he groans at the feeling, hips kicking into you.

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“You like that?” he questions, rhetorically of course, and grinds his hips until they are flushed against your ass. You gasp for air, feeling full to the brim, and the burn in your cunt is just so good. “Think I don’t know about your little plans to rile me up?”

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Wonwoo even has the audacity to laugh, jamming inside you with slow but deep thrusts.

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“How you get more handsy with your friends when I’m around,” he grits out, anger bleeding through his thoughts and thrusts like he just hates the idea of you touching more intimately other people. “And you look at me with those eyes. Like you’re begging me to claim you.”

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Holy fuck, Jeon Wonwoo is fucking you standing up and you’re not dreaming.

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Wonwoo is full on mercilessly ramming you now, sending you body into the door with every plunge of his cock, the sound of your back hitting the wood obscenely loud. It leaves you putty, can just take what he’s giving you, hands holding him for dear life.

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“Should’ve put you on your knees right in front of that guy,” Wonwoo continues, breath ragged from effort. “Make you choke on my cock so he knows who you belong to.”

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Wonwoo grabs your ass with his hands, palms sinking into the flash as he propels you back every time he fucks up. It makes the drag of his thickness press right through all the good spots.

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“Should’ve bent you over the bar counter and fucked you hard until you scream my fucking name,” he growls out, the veins on his neck and arms bulging. You tighten around him in answer to the sinful view. “Fuck, your pussy is so greedy. Always so tight—”

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Wonwoo angles his hips just right and hits against your sweet spot so suddenly that your climax — which was already at bay — escalates quickly to the point it sends your mind into a frenzy.

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And, for the third time, Wonwoo slows down, hips flush against your ass he can nudge his cockhead right above your sweet spot, missing it on purpose. Your eyes prickle with tears, and it doesn’t take long for them to run down your face; the first one goes reluctantly, but after that they start cascading down your cheeks uncontrollably.

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“So beautiful,” Wonwoo groans at the sight of you crying for him, pecking one of your tears strained cheek. “I’ve broken you in, haven’t I?”

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“P-please, Wonwon— Please, please, please let me c-come,” you sob, all the want to be a brat gone from your body. The overwhelming need grows so exponentially big inside of you you feel like you’re going to explode if you don’t orgasm. “W-wanna cum on your cock, please, ah—”

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Wonwoo is moaning, louder than he has all day, and the satisfaction of seeing you give up on your fight and beg for him makes his hips pick up a brutal pace. You gasp, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck and biting at the untouched skin.

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“So pretty when you beg,” he compliments, and you actually find surprising your ability to blush even when you’re being dicked down this good. “Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

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“Y-yes— Ah! Hmmm, shit—” you mumble, struggling to get words out. It’s difficult to keep your voice steady enough to say anything with the way you’re bouncing like a ragdoll on Wonwoo’s hold. “Love this— L-love you, ruin me, Wonwoo, Wonwon—”

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Wonwoo pulls your head backward with a fistful of your hair, baring your neck so that he could attack it with bites and hickeys all over. You’re sure that, by the end of this night, you’re going to be looking like some type of sexual Christmas tree, but the thought of baring your boyfriend’s marks after sex only turns you on. And he seems pretty intent on that, wanting to claim you in all ways possible.

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“Say it,” Wonwoo commands, but you don’t understand, can’t understand with your mind being in such a pleasurable haze. He fucks up right in the time he pulls you back down by your waist, downright impaling you on his cock. “Say you’re mine.”

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“Y-yours,” you answer, fingers intertwining through Wonwoo’s dark strands of hair. “I’m yours.”

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“Again,” Wonwoo growls out, basking in your pleads and moans and screams of pleasure.

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“Yours,” you repeat, and he bites on your lower lip. You have enough of a mind presence to admire his bulging biceps contorting with your weight, and his huge test firm and sweaty from the effort.

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“Again,” his possessive side gets the best of him, admiring all the marks he has left in your neck. “Say it again.”

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“Yours, ah!” a moan breaks at the end of the word, Wonwoo’s thrusts getting rougher, faster and there’s heat pooling down on your lower stomach. “I’m y-yours, all yours, only yours.”

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“Yes, mine,” Wonwoo agrees, holding your smaller frame tightly against his. “Mine,” he echoes again, muscles trembling from fucking you standing up.

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Wonwoo kisses you, the best he can with the harsh movement of your body going up and down on his cock.

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“I love you so much,” he tells you, voice soft and rough at the same time. “I have always been only yours.”

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“I’m gonna come, I’m g-going to— going to come,” you state after his words, the pull on your lower stomach growing impossibly higher, and it’s almost unbearable. “Please, fuck, please l-let— cum— let m-me cum! I have been g-good, please, Wonwon—”

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”Such a good girl for me. The best girl,” Wonwoo praises, angling his hips a little so he can press his cockhead against your sweet spot every time he fucks inside. “Come on, you can cum, sweetheart.”

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Your eyes roll so far back in your head you’re momentarily afraid they are never coming back. White hot pleasure surges in your body, the sheer intensity of your high sends your mind into a mess. The feeling of your walls clenching like a vice around Wonwoo’s cock sends him over the edge too, and the sensation of his cum shooting inside your walls only serves to add up to what you think it’s the best orgasm of your life, mind going completely blank.

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This might have been totally different from what you’ve originally planned but you know what? You’re definitely going to use this plan more often now.

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pitaparka · 4 years ago

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sex headcanons

note — NSFW. whelp. if anyone wanted proof of me being clinically insane, this is what you could show them. not only has all of my free time been devoted to watching anything with pedro pascal in it, this is also what i think about while watching these anythings. i know there are people out there who have loved him for longer and are even more obsessed than i, so i figured i would share my personal headcanons for the PPCU (pedro pascal cinematic universe, duh). big love for any fans of pedrito - nat

MANDO

- VIRGIN with a capital V

- did you see how he reacted when grogu touched his face? this man has not been touched since he was a child

- he grew up with the mandalorians but he was exposed to suggestive behaviors because, helloooo, bounty hunter

- you have to coax him into it, but it doesn't take much, since he plans on keeping you around long term

- plus, you're so good with the kid

- you provide him a safe space to explore both himself and also your body and he has no idea how lucky he is for it

- doesn't make very much noise, but loves to listen to you

- he won't last long, he’s so sensitive from years of going untouched, but this man's recovery time???

- unparalleled

- he also has the dick of a space porn star and doesn't know it

- but seriously, rice purity score is NOT lower than 90, and most of the boxes he checks are "running-from-the-police" related

- he really wants to be held and have someone run their hands through his hair and kiss his neck and hold his hands is that too much to ask???

EZRA

- his words are where he gets you

- who knew dirty talk could sound so elegant??? and poetic??

- what a tease he is, too

- he pants so heavily right in your ear holy sweet lord

- and loves to laugh during sex

- he doesn't take himself super seriously unless he gets super into it, which has been known to happen from time to time

- safe words have been used between you two, which there's no shame in, but he's so good to you afterward

- he loves aftercare, and being gentle and sweet after a rough session

- asks you what you want and makes you beg for it

- makes you feel like you're in control but really, he's the one in control

- will make you cum before he does

- kinky kinky boy, almost always willing to try what you want him to

- loves to pin you down, but after he loses his arm it becomes a bit harder, so he settles for holding you flush against his chest as you squirm in his strong grip

FRANKIE

- a little soft spoken, but will whisper in your ear in public because he knows it gets you riled up

- will stare you down from across the room with bedroom eyes

- he's got that pilot's precision if you know what i mean aha

- he's honest with you about what he likes and has no qualms about telling you up front

- gives off switch energy, but you're gonna have to really make it worth his while if you want to fuck him

- a very gentle touch, which he would love to be reciprocated

- he aches from years in the service, his back, his knees, his shoulders

- would probably drop dead if you gave him a massage as foreplay

WHISKEY

- what an arrogant piece of shit

- "gorgeous, darlin', sweetheart, sugar"

- he will butter you up like a roll on thanksgiving goddamn

- so straightforward, and very up in your face, but it got you to sleep with him the first time you met him, so you can't say it doesn't work

- not the best with his fingers, but dear lord that tongue does wonders when he's not talking

- is a man on a mission to please you

- will spend an absurd amount of time between your thighs, and loves to feel you try to push him away when you get oversensitive

- loves it when you get feisty

- pull his hair, bite down a little harder than usual, push him down onto the bed or forcefully unbuckle his pants and this man will be putty in your hands

- is SO LOUD, and expects the same from you

- doesn't understand that because you're not screaming to the heavens doesn't mean he's doing a bad job

- associates volume with pleasure which isn't always the case

- that's something you'll have to work on with him, but he's a patient man

JAVIER PEÑA

- keeps condoms and lube on hand at almost all times

- ohhhh boy is this man willing to go at it wherever, whenever, you name it

- will fuck you until he sweats, and keeps going afterward

- and will definitely do you right

- he fucks to feel in control, so good luck trying to take control with this one

- almost tries to distance himself from you at first, but really it scares him that he cares so much

- there's just something about orgasming at the same time as you that just makes his whole week, and your hole weak (ahaha)

- likes to fuck you from behind and fuck you roughly, hands both occupied at the same time, mouth on you, and dick inside you

- very hands on, but can be sweet afterward

- this man kisses like no other you've ever kissed before, he leaves you breathless

MARCUS MORENO

- leads by example wink wink

- will show you what he wants done to him, and is pretty vanilla, but in a good way

- is big on foreplay and also aftercare, probably one of the sweeter ones on the list

- he's almost methodical in his sex, very routine, but willing to deviate for you

- gentle, but deep, languid strokes

- thinks he's quieter than he actually is

- always has a lot on his mind, so he really appreciates it when you can ease some of his tension

- secretly was really experimental in college

- very attentive to your needs and likes to tease

- morning sex is his thing. when he gets home from a long day, he wants to eat and relax and sleep. but in the morning? before anyone is up and before breakfast is even being considered, he likes to wake you up with sweet bruises and roaming hands

MARCUS PIKE

- marcus is the type of man to respect your boundaries fully, keep copies of toys he knows you like at his house, and surprise you at work with flowers and a dirty quickie in the bathroom because you've wanted to try it so badly

- a more traditional way of thinking on sex, and semi-reluctant to do anything involving his ass, but will try it for you if you really want him to

- a very quick learner, this one, and incredibly intuitive

- what he lacks in skill he makes up for in enthusiasm

- it's almost like he can read your mind, when he uses just the right amount of pressure and uses just the right motion to make you cum for him

- you have no idea how anyone could give this up, let alone break his heart

- his favorite thing is having you ride him, your face buried in his neck as you grind your hips down as he whispers praise in your ear

- marcus isn't super kinky, but i'm sure you can convince him to try something new every once in a while

MAX PHILLIPS

- OFFICE. DESK. SEX.

- "a private word with you in my office, please."

- so very seductive. the hand on the small of your back gets you going and he knows it, but he'll have to be more subtle if he wants to keep you

- another one who will butter you up to get you to sleep with him. he's very obvious about it, so it may or may not work first time. regardless he's up for a challenge

- pays so much attention to your neck. you will have to invest in many turtlenecks if you want to be with max

- big on eye contact, except for the exception of fucking you senseless over his desk

- obviously, a vampire, so he's absolutely magic between your thighs

- is very personable with everyone else, mainly because he's a business major, but he LOVES to make you jealous, this man LIVES off of it

- will one hundred percent expect you to be putty in his arms immediately, and treats it as a competition if you aren't

- he WILL take it personally and will make it a personal goal of his to get you to like him and want to fuck him without using his powers

- a game of cat and mouse

- does not care at all about being loud in the workplace, but he likes to see you struggle to keep quiet, even if everyone else can hear you anyway

MAXWELL LORD

- has suCH a praise kink wow

- his favorite thing is to hear you moan and tell him he’s doing a good job

- a little more vanilla than his counterparts but does like to take control and be a little rough

- a switch sometimes, falls into ruts where he just wants someone to take care of him

- but he WILL NOT ASK FOR IT. his pride won't let him

- at first, he’s not as mindful of you as you’d like him to be

- his sex is fast and unpleasant with hands everywhere and mouths and teeth and touch

- so you sit him down, and show him what you like. very slow and sensual

- you take your time with him, and he eventually starts to do the same with you

OBERYN MARTELL

- remember din's rice purity score? yeah, oberyn's is maybe ten. which is pushing it

- when you meet him, he knows what he likes, and is very particular about it

- he's done his fair share of experimenting, but he's willing to try new things, if there's anything new to be tried

- takes control inside and outside the bedroom

- not afraid to show you your place

- he's the kinky one in the relationship, and he will let you explore his body all you want

- if he doesn't like it he will kindly redirect you, his hands on yours, stroking and tugging and redirecting pressure and placement so that you learn his body in and out

- loves to watch you with his girls and boys. what an exhibitionist this man is

- for most people, they have to choose between quantity or quality in their sex lives. oberyn martell is not most people

- he is a prince, and will not let you forget it, but likes it when you talk back and he has to punish you

PERO TOVAR

- the roughest one on the list, but not the kinkiest

- sex to him when he's at his worst is just a way for him to feel good and relieve stress

- when he's at his best, it's a way for him to make you scream his name

- very possessive about what's his, and if he has to show it in front of everyone else for them to know that he will do it

- this man fucks like a rabbit. how does he find the time??? nobody knows

- his libido is so high. you have no idea how he isn't absolutely spent at the end of a long day of fighting and training and wandering, but he'll fuck you where you lay if you let him and you're too tired to move

- once you accidentally walked in on him stroking himself, and the AUDACITY OF HIM

- he smirked, groaned, and asked you to help him out

- who could resist a man like that

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 || niki lauda x reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: niki takes only very calculated risks, except when you’re around to show him how to have a bit more fun.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: about 3k

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: smut (semi-public sex, rough-ish sex, road head, very slight dubcon but really just mild hesitance), a touch of degradation (but it comes from a place of love I promise), spanking (briefly), established relationship, niki being massively introverted and slightly rude (but like, same)

[gif is mine, which explains why it looks so bad]

“How long do we have to stay here?” Niki mumbled into your ear, making you roll your eyes.

“We’ve only just arrived,” you reminded him. “It’s a lovely afternoon, it’s a beautiful property, and I want you to meet my friends.”

“I know, I’m not trying to suggest we leave too quickly, I just want to know how much dull conversation I’m in for.”

You shoved his shoulder, only as hard as you thought you could without disturbing the flute of champagne in his hand. “I hope nobody hears you talking that way.”

Before he could respond, the owner of the aforementioned beautiful property stepped up and extended his hand to Niki warmly. “You must be the elusive Nikolaus we’ve heard so much about!”

“Just Niki is fine, thank you,” he returned with a firm shake and a polite smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

The small talk went on that way for a while, with Niki just barely managing to come across as socially acceptable and thankfully staying away from too much racing talk (even when other guests tried to egg him on for more details about it).

That was one of the many interesting things about your boyfriend: it wasn’t that he lacked any social intelligence, in fact he had more than most crowds he was in put together, it was just that he didn’t really seem to mind if people saw him as a bit cold or standoffish. He could be incredibly charming, after all he had charmed you quite easily, but he preferred to be brutally honest. All was well so long as honesty and politeness didn’t interfere.

After a few conversations where you clung to his arm and laughed at all his jokes, you could see him becoming visibly tired of it all; he ran his fingers through his sandy-blonde curls more often, he began to toy with the button of his blazer, all signs of subtle irritation that only you would pick up on. It made you realize you should find a way to excuse the two of you for a moment, to give him a break.

“Say, Niki, would you like to take a walk in the vineyard?” you offered, hoping your friends would pick up on the signal not to invite themselves along.

“Yes, schatz, that would be lovely,” he nodded, and as the two of you quickly waved goodbye to those you had been conversing with, he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“What do you think of them?” you prompted when you were far enough away from everyone else that you knew he wouldn’t be heard.

“They have a lot of questions,” he mumbled exhaustedly, making you laugh.

“They want to get to know you better! I’ve been subjecting them to hours of going on and on about you, no wonder they’re excited to finally hear it straight from the man himself,” you explained.

“I imagine they’re rather disappointed,” he smirked.

“Niki, of course they’re not!” you gasped. “In fact, I bet they’re pleasantly surprised considering I told them so many awful things about you.”

He laughed lightly, looking down at the ground, and you walked around in front of him to grab the lapel of his blazer and pull him closer. As he leaned in for a kiss, you kept leaning back with a smirk, making him chase you. It didn’t last long, of course, his patience running thin until he grabbed your face and crashed his lips against yours. You melted into it, moaning softly when his tongue traced over your lips and finally slipped into your mouth.

It was you chasing him when he pulled back, already totally lost in him and ready to ditch the party just to kiss him for an hour.

“You shouldn’t tease me like that,” he decided, looking at you with half-lidded eyes and lips that were a bit pinker than usual as well as fallen slack.

“You shouldn’t kiss me so good after I tease you like that, and I’ll have no reason to,” you countered.

When you turned around you realized you were approaching the driveway where you’d parked in the first place, and Niki immediately stepped up to the car. “Let’s take a drive,” he suggested, but it didn’t quite feel like a suggestion when he was already opening your door for you and ushering you in.

“Wh— really?” you questioned, but you were already in your seat and he had shut the door behind you, circling the front of the car to get in the driver’s seat. “Where are we going to go?” you asked when he got behind the wheel and turned the key.

“Just around, we’ll be back soon,” he shrugged, and you decided not to question it anymore; clearly, this was his best way to clear his head, and you were just happy he wanted you to come with him.

He took the car out of the driveway and started a journey down the road; you looked out the window at the scenery rolling by, and realized this was probably as good a way as any to show him the vineyard like you promised. But, when you looked back at him where he was stoically staring out, steering through the twists and turns of the countryside road like it was second nature, you decided it was a better view than the scenery outside.

When you reached up to turn on the radio, he quickly smacked your hand— lightly, but enough to make you frown. “Hey!” you defended, returning your hand to your lap.

“I prefer not to have music on when I drive,” he explained. “It distracts me.”

You snorted out a laugh. “You’re one of the best drivers alive, I figured you can manage a few distractions.”

“I can,” he countered, and you were a bit surprised that he didn’t challenge the qualifier of one of the best drivers alive. “I just mean that the sound of the car is more entertaining to me than music.”

That answer sounded a lot more like the Niki you knew, and you smiled as you laid back against the passenger seat. “You have a funny idea of entertainment, Niki,” you informed him.

“I know,” he nodded.

Glancing over at him, admiring his profile as he stared down at the road ahead, your lip caught in your teeth as you had a really, really bad idea. “So you can drive with distractions?”

“If I need to,” he shrugged.

“Then maybe we can both get some entertainment,” you purred, sitting up and starting to lean closer to him.

“Schatz, what are you doing?” he stammered slightly, watching you with wide eyes as you reached to his belt, opening it quickly and already unzipping his fly.

“Shh, focus on the road Niki,” you winked, pulling his cock from his trousers and grinning at the way he gasped slightly. It wasn’t quite hard yet, but it was growing quickly in your grasp, and a few kitten licks over the tip certainly helped him along.

“F-fuck,” he whispered above you, and you fought your smile as you wrapped your lips around him. “Fuck.”

You hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head, moaning a bit just from the taste of a drop of precum forming at his slit and smearing on your tongue.

“Wait, this— this is dangerous,” he breathed, and you kept stroking while you pulled off to reply.

“Shouldn’t be if you drive steady.”

“I can do that,” he nodded. “I think…”

You got back to it before he could start worrying again. The poor guy was always thinking, constantly assessing and analyzing everything, and it honestly sounded fucking exhausting. Sometimes you thought sucking him off was the only way to really get him out of his head, and considering the way his body relaxed under your touch and he let out a soft sigh, this was one of those times.

“Baby,” he moaned lowly as your lips met the base of his cock, and although you were certainly partial to the petnames in his native tongue, you really didn’t mind the way he called you ‘baby’ either. It made you want to keep him buried in your throat forever, but sadly you could only go so long without breathing.

So, instead, you just found a pattern you were happy with of sucking the head and stroking the rest.

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed, reaching down with one hand to hold the back of your head, guiding your movements.

You had to be careful not to block the gear shift when you were bent over like this, which was a bit uncomfortable but ultimately so worth it when he shifted gears quickly while you were still bobbing your head over his length. Now you understood why he liked to hear the car… because now you could feel the car, feel the engine’s thrum as it reverberated through the steel and over your body. It was actually a bit erotic, now that you thought about it; but then again, everything seems erotic when you’re as turned on as you were in the moment, your body crying out for more than it would have a chance to get any time soon.

He shifted gears again, taking the car around a tight turn, and you held onto his thighs tightly to keep from moving too much. Thankfully he kept his promise to drive steady and it was pretty easy to keep your pace, even to speed it up as you hoped he would come down your throat without ever stopping the car or even slowing down.

The way he hissed in a sharp breath and grabbed your hair, accidentally pulling it (which you certainly didn't mind), made you think it wasn't so far off.

"God, you're a devil with that tongue, schatz," he groaned. "Your mouth is so fucking sweet, you'll make me come."

You hoped your little hum around him made it clear that that was exactly what you wanted.

"You'll swallow it all, yes?" he pressed. "You're not going to let any mess get on my beautiful leather seats, are you?"

You hummed again, sucking harder, and he moaned a bit louder.

"Fuck, j-just like that," he sighed. "Don't— ah— don't stop, schatz, I'm close."

As if you would stop when all you could think about was the taste of him, how badly you wanted it to coat your tongue. Already you could feel his cock starting to flex against your tongue and you doubled your efforts to bring him to the edge. Normally you didn’t get a chance to hear his little moans and sighs because you were too busy making your own, so with your mouth full you could appreciate the sounds he made just for you.

It was only a stuttered gasp that signaled his release, just before ropes of warm come started to hit the back of your throat. You narrowly avoided gagging from the way his hand pushed you down and held you there, but you moaned around him at the taste. Your channel was throbbing, clearly annoyed that he was coming anywhere else.

Niki whispered your name, nearly choked on it, and let go as the pulses began to die down and he let out a long, sharp breath. But you weren’t quite done; you kept moving for a few moments, slowly, making sure to have every drop in your mouth before you finally pulled off and swallowed; you noticed a spare drop of come rolling down his shaft and stuck your tongue out to lick it up in a quick swipe while he noticeably tensed beneath you.

He spared a glance at you as you sat up and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and you didn’t miss the shocked, yet exhausted, look on his face. "Satisfied?" you asked with a proud grin.

"Not quite," he answered in a growl, pulling the car to the side of the road and parking it quickly. "Get out and bend over the hood."

"Niki, what if someone—?"

"I think I made myself clear, get out and bend over the hood, schatz."

The petname had a lot more venom to it when he said it like that, with a cold sneer on his lips, and that likely should’ve deterred you but it only stoked the flame of need burning in your gut, and you nodded meekly before opening your door and getting out of the car. He followed you as you bent over, placing his body behind your as he pulled your dress up and your panties down.

Right away he swiped two fingers through your folds and you shuddered. "Dripping wet," he observed with a smirk. "Do you like having my cock in your mouth that much?"

You nodded, trying to rock your hips for more friction.

"This pussy must have been so lonely,” he realized. “Want me to fill you up, pretty girl?”

“Please,” you breathed, but even you didn’t expect him to shove into you in one stroke, right away, spearing you right to the brim as you choked on a gasp. And he was moving right away, too, giving you no time to adjust to the girth of him. "Fuck, Niki!" you whined, earning you a hard spank to your ass.

You should’ve known he’d get back at you for those few minutes where you wielded power over him. Well, actually, you sort of had known, which was part of why you did it in the first place.

For a man who had just come already, he fucked you with a lot more desperation than you were expecting, fast and rough and dirty. But you realized it was more for your benefit than his; damn him, he always knew exactly what you needed and gave it to you effortlessly, operating your body with the same intuitive precision he drove his cars with.

And if we're continuing with the car metaphors, then reaching around to rub your clit while he fucked you was like kicking you into high gear.

"Ohhhh my god," you crooned, arching your back and trying to push back against his thrusts.

"It feels good?" he asked, like it wasn't obvious.

"Feels so fucking good, Niki, please please please don't stop," you begged. Because you wouldn't put it past him to stop all of a sudden— to slam on the e-brake and not move again until you squirmed and cried and pleaded your little heart out. But even he wouldn't be so cruel now, and he kept fucking you as he pinched your clit hard.

"That's what I thought," he nodded, leaning down to wrap his body over yours and speak into your ear. "You're moaning like a little whore, you know."

"M'your whore," you gasped. "Yours, fuck, it's all for you."

He stood back up straight with a grin and held your hips as he started to really pound into you, your walls beginning to pulse rhythmically as you felt him rubbing over every sensitive spot inside you. His cock was so deep that it felt like you struggled to breathe slightly each time he shoved all the way inside.

It was a bit out of character for him, much more aggressive than he would normally be, but you didn't pull over expecting to make love on the car. No, this was fucking, through and through, and you were already going to hit your high so much sooner than you could've anticipated: pressure was building inside you faster than you knew what to do with, and your clit was literally throbbing with only his balls slapping against it to provide any relief.

"Oh god, Niki, baby, I'm… I'm gonna come," you panted.

"Do it, then," he instructed roughly. "Come around my cock, schatz, and scream nice and loud for me since nobody's around to hear you."

Your knees buckled when it hit you, thankfully you had the car and his tight grip to keep you upright. “Fuck, Niki,” you sobbed, and he laughed proudly before spitting out his demand:

“Louder.”

“Niki!” you yelped, and apparently you had finally said it loud enough, because he was suddenly groaning and spilling inside you, holding your hips tight enough to bruise to keep you still as he thrusted erratically.

You hummed happily and let your head fall onto the warm hood of the car, body going limp as he finally stilled and let out a slow sigh. He was careful as he pulled out, but you were still so sensitive that it made your toes curl inside your shoes just a bit.

Even though he was quick to pull your panties back up, a drop of his come still managed to leak out of your hole and drip down your thigh. With no intent to let it go to waste, Niki swiped it up with the tip of his finger and brought it to your lips for you to lick off; you were still a bit groggy in the afterglow but happily obliged, suckling the digit with a little simultaneous moan and sigh.

“We should be getting back to the party soon,” Niki mumbled, helping you stand upright and straightening your dress for you.

“Do I look alright?” you asked, opening the passenger door and flipping down the visor to try to use the small mirror inside.

“You look gorgeous,” he smiled.

“I mean more if I look like I didn’t just leave a garden party to get railed by my boyfriend on the side of the road only to then return like nothing happened,” you explained.

“Oh… yeah, no, you do look a bit like that’s exactly what you’ve done,” he nodded. “Do you really think they’ll notice?”

“Well, I guess we just have to hope they don’t,” you decided as you attempted to fix your lipstick as best as possible. “And if they do… then we'll hope we don’t end up reading some unsavory gossip about Ferrari’s newest driver in the papers tomorrow.”

He laughed as he got back in the driver’s seat, starting the car while you hopped in (a bit too fast; you winced when you sat down and realized you were still slightly sore and probably would be for the rest of the day). “Trust me, schatz, in this industry, fucking your girlfriend only qualifies as unsavory gossip when you already have a wife at home. And even then, you can get away with it a few times.”

“Right,” you snorted as you rolled your eyes, “I forget sometimes that you’re considered a goody two-shoes for a racer.”

“I hope you didn’t agree to be my girlfriend in search of wild adventures with the bad boy type,” he smirked.

“We just fucked on the car right on the side of the road, Niki,” you reminded him, “believe it or not that’s pretty wild for most of us.”

“For me as well,” he agreed. “It’s you that makes me so bold... sometimes I can hardly believe the things I do because you’re near.”

You smiled happily to yourself, relaxing back against the seat with a deep breath. Just when you let your eyes fall shut as you listened to the engine with him, you were surprised when you heard him turn the radio on.

You, you make loving fun

It’s all I wanna do…

You chuckled. “I like this song,” you announced, reaching to turn it up slightly, though it was still mainly background music as you watched the hillside roll by.

He surprised you again by reaching out and resting his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb over your skin. But his eyes were still on the road, even when you looked over at him, and you recognized the driveway where you’d started down the end of the way.

“Back to reality, eh?” you sighed.

“For now,” he decided. “I should make you meet other drivers and pit crew as revenge for all these social engagements you take me too.”

“Niki, that would require you to socialise with other drivers and pit crew, too,” you noted.

He shuddered. “You should be safe for now, then.”

#niki lauda x reader #and thats it thats all my tags #cause aint nobody gonna read this

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She’s My Collar- Basilio x Reader

Title: She’s My Collar

Genre: Romance, Smut, Porn with Plot

Warning(s): Mentions of Semi-Public Sex, Car Sex, Mentions of Alcohol, Implied Consent, Basilio nearly murdering someone because they spoke badly about you

Description: KAI IF YOU’RE READING THIS, THIS ONE’S FOR YOU AND ALL OF YOU BASILIO SIMPS

NOTE SOMETIME AROUND 3:00 AM YESTERDAY NAWALA YUNG ORIGINAL PUTANG INA I WAS THIS CLOSE ON FINISHING IT SHDJGFHJBDKJBSEDVGSJHGBKHGSFKJBGBKJGBJGLJBGWL AN HOUR’S WORTH OF WRITING G O N E AND I HAD TO REWRITE EVERYTHING I AM STRESSED AND DSBJKGBKJFSDGNB SO ENJOY.

4:31 AM NOTE UPDATE YESTERDAY: langya ayoko na. matutulog na nga ako, sakit na ng likod ko.

6:50 PM NOTE TODAY: I’M GOING TO FINISH THIS BEFORE MIDNIGHT COMES. ALSO, DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE KIDS!!

12:10 AM NOTE TODAY: The note above this one is a lie. I managed to continue this after family night lmao but enjoy still. Tried my best to make it gender-neutral as possible but yeah :’) I kinda failed successfully I think???

You and Basilio have been dating for quite some time now. Although he was a messy guy you made sure that you had his back and helped him out to work on how to keep his sloppy tendencies at bay and in turn he would shower you with love and affection that you would usually get from the demi-god of war. Basilio was the perfect guy, he was a sweet lad who made your lonely days better, he made sure that you were cared for in any shape or form and he always had your back in everything and he would give you anything you would ask for in the world. The two of you barely even fought and if you were to fight, it would be more of a joke one than an all-out screaming match. He was the best thing that has ever happened to you and you constantly thank Bathala for it and Basilio thought the same. The two of you were a match made in heaven.

Although despite your busy schedules keeping the two of you apart, you both made sure that you and your loving boyfriend would get the chance to hang out together. Often, you and Basilio would frequent the Diabolical together, just basking in each other's presence, tucked away in some booth Hank had reserved for the two of you, or sitting by the bar just chatting about each other’s day. You could recall Hank telling you that whenever you were around or that when someone ever mentions your name, Basilio seemed to calm down and would eagerly listen into whatever conversation had said your name. There was a time where Basilio nearly knocked someone’s teeth out because they were talking badly of you and it took Crispin, Maliksi, Hannah, Amie, Alex, and Hank himself to hold back the younger twin and prevent him from punching someone’s lights or teeth out or even prevent a murder from ever happening.

“Alam mo, (Y/N) pag naririnig ni Basilio na dadaan ka rito, parang siyang aso na di mapakali. Kulang nalang na magkaroon siya ng buntot e.” Hank joked as he was cleaning the freshly washed glass, watching Basilio flush red, face buried into his forearm as he groaned in response while you let out a small chuckle.

Now looking back, that memory seemed to be far away from you. Tonight happened to be your anniversary with Basilio and instead of a cozy night in, he wanted to do something different. Basilio wanted to take you out dancing and bar hopping around Bonifacio Global City’s luxurious bars (sometimes you wondered to yourself how the hell can Basilio afford this.) and maybe take you sight seeing around the place when you got the time. Pacing around your living room in your apartment, you were about to shoot him a text message when a knock at your door had interrupted you from doing so, nearly dropping your phone in the process. “Sandali lang!” you yelled to whoever was outside the door. If there was one thing you learned from dating Basilio, it was being vigilant. You had to make sure that the person on the other side of your door was your boyfriend and not some kind of Aswang or any malicious person who had a personal grudge against the twins and Alex. Taking a peek at the pee hole your door had, you were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend, Basilio grinning up at you as he waved. Instead of wearing his suit, Basilio was in his casual clothing for tonight, his long silken locks pulled back in a half-up, half-down man-bun.

Opening the door, you then welcomed him with open arms before proceeding to smack him playfully on his arm, an amused smirk on your lips as you opened your mouth to speak, your tone light and teasing, “Took you long enough! Siguro na-traffic ka no?” Basilio could only roll his dark eyes at you as he placed a loving kiss upon your head. “Hindi a, si Kuya Crispin kasi e, sobrang tagal niya sa banyo kaya ayun.” Pulling himself away from you, he then offered his arm for you to take with a grin, his head tilting towards the direction of the door as he spoke, “So ano? Tara na?” “Siyempre naman.”

After making sure your apartment was locked, the two of you went down towards the direction of the parking lot and took a couple few selfies inside the elevator, you and Basilio were off. While in the car, the both of you would scream along to the lyrics of Ang Huling El Bimbo by Eraserheads while in traffic. On your way to BGC, both of you were surprised to see Maliksi and his significant by the stoplight, taking the advantage of the long-ass stop to chat with the Prince of the Tikbalangs and his fiancé. Your conversation was cut short when the stoplight had changed from red to green, saying your goodbyes to each other as Basilio drove away to your very first destination, which was none other than XYLO at The Palace.

In all honesty, you’ve heard about this bar but it was the first time you got to enter the place itself. The both of you got lucky that the place wasn’t as packed and that you got there early before the actual party had started. Both you and Basilio then made your way over to the bar to grab your first drinks of the night. The two of you chatted for a while, occasionally nodding your heads to the beat of the song. After a while, the night seemed to kick in and both of you were already at what seemed to be your 3rd or 4th bar of the night, this time you and Basilio were jumping up and down to DJ Khalid’s song ‘All I Do Is Win’ before the both of you screamed along with the rest of the patrons, “Putang Ina, Alak Pa!” and time seemed to flow faster than ever as you and your loving boyfriend went in and about around BGC’s classiest bars, downing every single drink you two could manage and take or even dance along to the songs the bars provided while occasionally sharing a kiss here and there, not minding the reek of alcohol and sweat clinging on each other’s bodies as the two of you laughed.

Sometime around 10:30, you and Basilio were shitfaced to oblivion but both of you were used to it. You had lost count on how many drinks you’ve managed to down yet you and Basilio couldn’t care less, you were certain that you heard your phones ring but you two never got the chance to answer them because Basilio was busy doing body shots on you or you making out with your boyfriend in some hidden corner of the bar. You were starting to get the hint that after your little make-out session at Club Haze, he was focused on one thing and you knew what that meant, despite being inebriated out of your wits. So what do you do? Put on a show for him of course.

You knew Basilio was sitting by the bar because you told him you were going to use the bathroom to freshen up a little bit since the club felt a little bit humid. What he didn’t expect was you sashaying over to where the dance floor, the last notes of Nelly Furtado’s Maneater fading away only to be replaced by Doja Cat’s Streets. To you, the sound seemed to have slowed down and you weren’t sure because it was the alcohol’s effects taking over, nobody else in the club mattered but your boyfriend alone. The figures around you seemed to blur and Basilio was the only one you had your eyes on as your body moved to the beat, eyes half-lidded and lips slightly parted, and even from afar, you could see your demi-god of a boyfriend shuffle in his seat, his cheeks brightly flushed even under the lights of the dark club (yes, Basilio even tried to hide his raging boner from everyone but he was failing miserably). You knew that he was watching you closely like a predator ready to strike and even from afar you can tell that he was getting impatient with your games and that made you smirk. You knew that Basilio had a thing for Semi-Public sex and your several other experiences with him were proof of that, hell the two of you almost got caught one time and you were internally thankful that you weren’t. But tonight, Basilio’s going to abide by the rules of your own game and not his.

The opening bass beat from Beyonce’s Yonce/Partition was your cue to take things up a notch by making your way over to the bar where you had stood upon the counter (you had asked the bartender and the rest of the patrons who hung around the bar save for Basilio in advance and they seemed to agree with it just as long as you were careful) and made your way down the counter, hips sashaying and your body with every beat and drop before stopping to where he was, a smirk on your face, your hands running up from your thighs and right past your chest in a sensual manner, leaning in just so you could ghost your lips over Basilio’s eagerly waiting ones before pulling away with a wink. Once your little show was done and you had gone down from your counter with the help of the bartender you had just spoken to before making your way over to the dance floor once more to dance just as your song, She’s My Collar by Gorillaz began to play only to be caught short when you felt a hand grab you by the wrist.

Despite being drunk you were still smart and quick to retaliate towards whoever had grabbed you only to be surprised to be looking right directly at your boyfriend’s dark obsidian gaze, his breath slow and ragged and you knew you were in it for real this time the moment he said, “We’re leaving.” In a tone, you’ve never heard from him before and that seemed to send shivers and chills up your spine as he dragged you away from the bar to head right outside.

Honestly, the whole trip back to the car seemed to pass you by like a blur, you would occasionally stumble on your own feet, which prompted Basilio to sling you over his shoulder like you were nothing but a sack of potatoes (at least it gave you a perfect view of his ass). The moment you arrived at your car, however, you were thrown haphazardly into the backseat after Basilio had unlocked the door with ease and then entered the vehicle as well, quickly pulling you up on his lap where he locked his lips with you in a heated kiss, hands roaming around your body with such need and you could feel his erection straining against the fabric of his dark jeans. You were surprised at first but once the initial shock and surprise had worn off, you kissed him back as well with the same passion and need that he emulated from his kiss, your fingers and hands made a quick undo of his man-bun and top, hastily unbuttoning them, eager to touch the skin underneath it and leave marks on it. Basilio could only groan in response to your touches, his tongue exploring your mouth like uncharted territory, his hands groping your behind with such force that made you moan out his name, a quiet hiss of “Tangina.” Soon followed your surprise.

In your mayhem of desire and lust, you didn’t notice Basilio play Chase Atlantic’s song Devilish on the radio.

Clothes were thrown around and about in the space of the car and in that blur of clothing being discarded around, you were honestly surprised when Basilio had lifted up your lower half towards him, his lips trailing kisses down your stomach and thighs before his head disappeared in between your legs, bestowing you the best oral you’ve ever had received from him in your years of dating. You couldn’t thrash around with him holding you so tightly against his face as he went down on you but your hands were free to roam and tug at his long silken locks, his name spoken like a prayer and just as you were about to reach your peak, he had pulled away from you, a sadistic yet innocent smirk placed upon his now glistening chin and lips coated in your slick as he spoke, “Not yet, babe.” Winking at you, he gingerly set you down before he leaned over to where his now discarded jeans were as he pulled out his wallet, fishing out a condom and a small pack of lube for him to use. Once the foil was open and the rubber was on his already hard dick, he then proceeded to open the pack of lube, rubbing it on his length before instructing you to get on your hands and your ass up for him.

And by Bathala you began to see stars the moment he had entered you. Your nails seemed to dig on the dark leather surface of the car’s upholstery, your back arched to the extreme and you were certain that you could feel Basilio trailing kisses along the expanse of your neck, shoulders, and back, his hands guiding you on his length while yours snaked around to reach for him, tilting your head sidewards to catch his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, his manhood still relentless at fucking you senseless and in between the thrusts and moans, you were thankful that the windows were tinted from the outside or else the two of you would’ve been caught. Throughout the whole night, you two spent it by doing it on every single surface inside the car, doing every single position the two of you could think of, taking each other to new heights with every pose the two of you did, and yes, let’s just say you were sore the morning after that.

Once the morning came around, the two of you were still naked and you were sure that after your last round with your loving boyfriend, you felt the waves of your hang-over wash over you like a wave, making you groan out in pain. Everything was sore with you and your body was littered with hickies, bruises, and scratch marks while Basilio, who had his healing factor with him thanks to his demi-god status, was relatively unscathed but he did have some hickies of his own to present to the world. Shuffling, you gently nudged Basilio awake as you spoke, “Babe, anong oras na??”

At your action, your boyfriend, still groggy from sleep, could only groan at this, his hand reaching out to search for his mobile phone to check the time. Squinting, he then saw the time on his phone but the color on his face seemed to drain the moment he saw several missed calls and messages from his twin brother and the Babaylan-Mandirigma herself. “SHIT!” Basilio managed to cry out of sheer panic, his head accidentally hitting against the roof of the car, making him hiss even more, hands holding the spot where he had hit his head. “Lagot tayo kay Bossing, (Y/N), kagabi pa niya tayo tinatwagan kasama ni Kuya Crispin.” At the mere mention of Alex and Crispin’s name, you seemed to understand the sense of urgency before the two of you began to clean up the car, dressing up as you did so, attempting to make yourselves look more presentable and cover the tracks from yesterday’s events. Once done, Basilio was driving like a speeding madman in a rush to head back where his brother and Alex were at.

It took him at least an hour to arrive at their destination with Alex taking the role as today’s designated driver while Basilio sat in the back with his brother. “San ba kayo galing? Kagabi pa namin kayo tinatawagan ni Crispin, (Y/N), Basilio. Ano ba nangyare, ha?” Alex spoke, her eyes flickering over to where Basilio was, sheepishly scratching the back of his head as he spoke, “Sensya na ho, Bossing. Nag-sight seeing kasi kami ni (Y/N) kagabi tas nag-bar hoping kami tas pagkatapos nakatulog kami dito sa kotse.” A little doubtful of this, Alex could only glance at you from the corner of her eye, expecting for you to react but you held your emotions close to your heart as you spoke, “Totoo po yung sinasabi ni Basilio, bossing. Di po naming sadya na di kayo replyan ni Crispin. Di na po mauulit.” Nodding, Alex then excused the both of you and the car ride was silent, save for the fact that the radio was playing Last Friday Night by Katy Perry. You did feel a little bit cold however and you couldn’t help the fact that something was missing until Crispin screamed out in surprise, horror, and disgust, finally noticing the thing you were missing. Ah shit. “TANGINA BASILIO, ANO TO!?!?!” Crispin managed to yell out, holding up your lace underwear for everyone in the car to see with Basilio quickly snatching the piece of clothing away from his brother, tucking it in his pocket before he responded, “ANONG-ANO KA DIYAN KUYA!?! WALA KANG NAKITA!!”

You silently prayed to Bathala for him to forgive you but you were sure as hell Alex won’t. You made a mental note to not ever do it in the car you guys use for missions ever again.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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wordless, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: A library is full of words and quiet. Jeon Jungkook liked to go to the public library a lot. It turns out, so do you. And that’s how it begins, from passing glances, to words on a screen, to Jungkook now sitting shirtless in his bedroom, heart racing as he presses the record button.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, filming of nudity and m-masturbation, semi-public dry humping); fluff; non-idol!BTS; the definition of “well that escalated quickly” but also not? lol; shy!Jungkook

hello again, @gowayyeonjun, ;)

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He stared at the black screen, reflecting his nervous expression.

His hand shot out and flipped it down. His phone case faced upwards, a clear case with a carrot graphic on the bottom against the matte black of his smartphone. A reference to his childhood nickname because of his ever-so-slightly too large front teeth.

He took a deep breath and flipped his phone back up, leaning it against his windowsill.

“Am I really going to do this?” he asked his own reflection, who did nothing but repeat his question back to him.

He raised his hand, dropped it. Raised it again, chewing on his lip. Leaned forward and pressed his finger to his phone screen, unlocking it. Then he pulled up the camera app. Before, he had been staring at his reflection in the black screen, but now his face was in full color, curly dark hair over one eye since it was freshly washed, his tan chest bare, gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. Black tattoos on his right arm on full display, brown eyes wide and slightly terrified.

If you told Jeon Jungkook six months ago that he was about to film himself masturbating, he would have told you that you were fucking crazy.

He breathed out tensely, puffing his cheeks.

It was all your fault.

If he hadn’t seen you, he wouldn’t be doing this.

Jungkook liked to read and he liked to go to the public library. He knew libraries were becoming obsolete, but Jungkook loved libraries because they were quiet, they were full of books, and nobody tried to talk to him. That was it, really. He was a shy person and he really didn’t know what to do when someone approached him and tried to chat him up. When Jungkook was in front of a crowd doing public speaking, he was fine. But one-on-one interactions freaked him out. He was bad at talking and connecting with people on a personal level.

It didn’t really help that a lot of people thought he was attractive.

Jungkook didn’t think he was ugly, but he didn’t really think he was that crazy special either. He was just a guy and he was just trying to go about his everyday life without having a crowd of giggling girls following him for half a block trying to get his number.

That’s why Jungkook liked libraries. People didn’t talk at libraries. They were supposed to be quiet. He could be calm here. No one was going to try to pick him up at a library.

And then he saw you.

You were browsing the shelves, pulling a book out and reading the back. You had five in your arms already, and here was number six. You tilted your head, opening it up with one hand, reading the introduction. Jungkook could see how deft your fingers were with that single action. You were wearing a short-sleeved white crop top and high-waisted baggy black jeans with colorful patches on them. They looked sewn on, as if you had done it yourself.

He stared at you through the bookshelves.

You had the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. Lips that looked so soft they seemed unreal. Hair that cascaded down your shoulders, a little messy and not quite done. For some reason, you holding that book was such a beautiful action that he couldn’t look away, staring at your one hand spreading open the pages, tongue tucked in your cheek as you considered it. You nodded to yourself and began to walk out the aisle.

His eyes followed you.

From then on, Jungkook noticed you every time you appeared. Always holding over five books, returning them and getting more. Usually in a crop top and high-waisted jeans. Sometimes with a black denim jacket if it was chilly at night. Jungkook was at the library all the time and it seemed like so were you. He didn’t try to talk to you, but he did always stare at you, watching your movements. Jungkook was unaware that this was how a lot of people saw him and probably the reason why so many people tried to talk to him and ask for his number.

He wanted to ask you for your number, but he was too shy.

One time, you were reading and walking. This particular time, Jungkook hadn’t noticed you until it was too late and you bumped into him. He could smell you suddenly, the scent of peaches and honey. It must have been your perfume. You looked up to him and bowed apologetically, wordless.

His ears burned hot and his jaw trembled, almost blurting out an apology.

You turned away, continuing your reading.

Peaches and honey.

Jungkook wanted to say something to you. He really did. For three months, he tried to muster up the courage to say something. But you weren’t supposed to talk in a library. And what was he supposed to say? He didn’t know you. He wasn’t sure if you had anything in common other than books. You read lots of things. Crime thrillers. Sci-fi. Fantasy. Autobiographies. He noticed you never went into the romance section though.

He wondered why that was.

The next time Jungkook interacted with you, he had been reaching for a title at the front. The library put the newest releases here and one of the covers had caught his eye. And all of a sudden, your hand was reaching out too and his fingers touched yours.

You jerked your hand back, bowing apologetically, moving away.

He wanted to run after you and tell you that you could have it, but you strode into the library quickly and then you were gone, crop top and all. Jungkook stared at his hand, remembering that brief moment of your fingertips brushing against his skin, peaches and honey filling his nose as you neared.

The weeks dragged on.

It was getting colder and you wore the denim jacket a lot now. Sometimes you wore a fuzzy cropped sweater. One time, it was pink and tight, molding to your breasts. Your black jeans were tight too, shaped to your perfect ass and thighs. Plump and juicy.

They would look nice in his hands.

He walked past you on purpose that time. A little close, so he could smell the peaches and honey.

That time, Jungkook had gone home with an armful of books, dumped them on his bed, then dumped himself on the bed, shoving his pants down and stroking himself to climax, the scent of peaches and honey haunting him.

Another time, you were sitting on the ground, thighs spread, on your knees. A tall pile of ten books, tapping your cheek with one finger as your other hand shuffled through them, apparently trying to decide which ones to check out. Jungkook’s eyes went wide. He was watching you above the books, a full shelf between you and him. From this angle, he was looking down at you.

Staring down your V-neck white sweater, at the swell of your breasts, a silver necklace trapped between them. He only had a good view because he was looking at you from above. You reached between your tits and plucked the pendant out from your cleavage, a silver feather.

Jungkook had never gotten hard at the fucking library before, but his cock swelled and tented in his sweatpants instantly.

He couldn’t function, watching you on your knees, curve of your breasts on full display. Finally, you seemed to decide and got up, sighing softly as you put some of the books back. You moved out of the aisle, hoisting the ones you had chosen. Jungkook jerked his head away, realizing he was staring at you too much. And it was creepy, so he should stop.

Once he was home, he couldn’t and didn’t need to stop himself. He still remembered the peach and honey perfume. He wanted that peach and honey to cling to his clothes, stay on his sheets, invade his nose. Wanted your skin on his, wanted your body on top of him.

It got quite cold at some point, and you wore cropped hoodies now, the front tucked into tight black jeans. Still checking out books at the local library, a fuzzy pink bag strapped to your back with a cute bunny character on it.

Had that much time passed? Jungkook couldn’t believe it.

He still remembered the peaches and honey. He tried not to stare at you too much, because he knew it was getting too creepy and, now, he was jacking off to memories of your eyes and lips, thinking about that one time your fingertips brushed his skin.

He seemed frozen at the shelf, zoning out, contemplating if he should look up or not. Then the peaches and honey were right beside him. He could smell it, see your black sneakers with the pink laces. They matched your bag.

Your fingertips brushed against his right hand, plucking out the book beside it.

Jungkook started and whipped his head up, long black hair covering one of his shaking brown eyes.

You jumped a little as well, not expecting his reaction. Of course, you didn’t. He tried to calm his nervousness. Just open your mouth, Jungkook, he scolded himself. Apologize for scaring her.

You were holding your phone in one hand. It had a black case with a grinning smiley face with devil horns. You tucked the book in the crook of your arm and swiped at your phone, and then turned the screen to face him.

Sorry.

It was in your notes app.

He stared at the word. Then looked back up at you. You nodded, pointing to the screen.

He lowered his hand and fumbled for his phone, hastily typing into it and turning it around to show you.

No, it’s my fault. I’m sorry.

You smiled at him.

Jungkook thought he was going to die.

You typed quickly and flashed the screen at him.

I’m using my phone because we shouldn’t talk in a library.

Jungkook typed fast too to give you his reply.

That makes a lot of sense. You’re smart.

You beamed at him. Jungkook thought he was ascending to heaven. You typed eagerly, as if you couldn’t wait to tell him what next.

I see you at the library all the time. What’s your name?

Jungkook was pretty sure he was dead and in heaven already, seeing that response. You noticed him. Did you notice him as much as he noticed you? His fingers shook as he typed his answer.

Jeon Jungkook.

His lower lip trembled slightly as he added one more question.

What’s yours?

For some reason, these face-to-face text conversations did not bother him as much as a real chat. After that, you two exchanged small talk like this. Usually just a greeting in text before going on your way. You didn’t ask him for his number, not even to send texts. You always used the notes app, always in person, and it was short and sweet.

One day, he found some bravery somehow.

Jungkook was a very shy person. His fingers were shaking so much that he dropped his phone. You had bent down to pick it up, reading the question he wanted to ask.

I want to hear your voice.

You tilted your head, holding his phone out. He bit his lip and took it, placing it against his chest, somewhat ashamed for asking. Your hand suddenly appeared, your phone in his vision.

Why?

He lifted his head, looking at you. You shrugged, as if to add, does it matter? He typed slowly, inhaling deeply as he turned his phone around.

I’m curious.

Your eyes flickered down, reading it. You were close to him. He could smell the peaches and honey of your perfume. Wearing a cropped purple sweater with tight dark blue jeans and purple sneakers with white laces. The same pink fuzzy bag with the bunny character.

You leaned forward and Jungkook’s eyes widened, suddenly feeling your breath on his ear. Soft, warm exhales. His entire body shivered and tingled. His cock jerked his sweatpants, thankfully black and baggy enough that hopefully you wouldn’t notice. His breathing shallowed, wafting against your neck.

From this angle, he could see your phone in your hand with the little devil emote on the case.

You pulled back, blinking slowly. A small smile formed on your lips.

His cock swelled. That was not an innocent smile.

You lifted your phone.

Next time, I’ll have something for you.

The next time, you held your phone out to his. There was an app called QuickShare that allowed your phones to exchange files. You both pressed the button and Jungkook waited as the file downloaded. You held up your earbuds and pointed to him, as if to ask, do you have headphones?

Jungkook nodded, fishing out his earbuds and tucking them in his ears.

The file finished downloading and Jungkook held up his phone.

You smiled at him and gestured to him to play it.

Jungkook turned his phone back around and played it. It was a video file, but the screen was black as it the file began. Then your voice invaded his ears.

“Hello, Jeon Jungkook.”

His heart beat fast, finally hearing your voice after all this time.

“You asked to hear my voice, so here it is. Do you like it?”

He jerked his head up and looked at you, nodding quickly. You smiled at him.

“I hope you do.” A small, pretty laugh. Jungkook liked that little laugh a lot. “I guess it’s been kind of weird only speaking through text at the library, hasn’t it?” Jungkook made eye contact with you. “But it’s been nice too. I’ve enjoyed it a lot.” Your smile was becoming less and less innocent. Not mean, but a little teasing now. “I think you’re really cute.” He felt his cheeks flush hotly. “Why do you always wear sweatpants, Jungkook?” His brows furrowed. You pointed down to his phone. He lowered his eyes.

The black screen was changing. There was rustling, and the phone was lifted.

A bed.

A bed with dark gray sheets and a black blanket with stars wrapped around you. You smiled down at the camera. Jungkook’s eyes widened. Your lips opened, speaking softly, but clearly.

“You shouldn’t wear sweatpants, Jungkook. It doesn’t hide your erections very well.”

The blanket fell down your shoulders and Jungkook nearly dropped his phone. His cock instantly swelled. He jerked his head up from his phone, to your arched eyebrow and smirk, then back to his phone.

Staring at your naked body, tits out and nipples hard. Thighs pressed together, hands resting on them.

You tilted your head at the camera, giving him a similar expression to the one you had right now. He gawked, unable to look away.

“I wonder if you’re hard now, Jungkook,” the you in the video murmured. He was. Oh, fuck, he was. “Is it me?” Yes. It was you. Fuck. “I tried to see by getting close to you and breathing on your ear last time. You got hard because of it. I think.” He did. Fuck. He did. “I wonder why.”

You spread your legs and Jungkook gasped, staring at the space between your thighs, your glistening pussy barely visible. You leaned forward, breasts hanging down as you neared the camera, a small, smug smile on your lips.

“I wonder,” you whispered to the camera. “How do you feel about this, Jungkook?”

You flicked your phone with a finger, turning the screen to black again. Jungkook thought it was over. But there were still a few seconds left. Then all of a sudden, your moan filled his ears, breathy and erotic.

“Jungkoooooook….”

The video ended.

Holy shit.

Oh my God.

What just happened?

Oh my God.

Peaches and honey. All of a sudden, peaches and honey, close to him. Your body. Your currently clothed body, but he knew what you looked like naked now. I know what you look like naked! Jungkook backed up and you followed, all the way until his back hit the bookshelf. He made a small squeak, but your hand suddenly came up, finger pressed against his lips. His eyes rose, locking with yours.

You shook your head, placing your other hand by your lips and making a gesture to zip them.

You were touching him.

Oh my God.

You were touching him.

Your other hand lowered from your mouth. Lowered. Hovered over his hips. Waited. His eyes stared into yours. You removed your finger from his lips. Seemed to think better of it. Backed up a little. But his hand shot out, grabbing yours and pressing it to his crotch.

You studied him carefully. Jungkook sunk his teeth into his lower lip and chewed slowly. He didn’t know if this was right, but you showed him your naked body! You filmed it. And gave him the video file. You must know. You must know what you’re doing to him.

He lifted his hips a little into your hand, pressing his stiff length into your palm. Your fingers curled around it slowly, one by one. Not speaking. Wordless. He reached up to the strings of your black hoodie and played with them, breathing quietly but heavily, opening his mouth. You lifted your other hand and pressed your fingertip to your lips. He nodded.

Jungkook began to roll his hips into your palm. You didn’t move away. In fact, you held firm, maintaining your solid grip on his hard dick through his gray sweatpants. In the fucking library. He was humping your fucking hand in the library after you gave him a video of your naked body.

His eyes drifted down to your phone sticking out of the center pocket of your hoodie. The matter black case with the smiley face with devil horns. Jungkook looked back up. You seemed amused. Suddenly, your hand seemed to press back, meeting his hips every time he ascended, adding more friction. His shaking fingers pressed play on the video again and your voice filled his ears, speaking to him once again. Saying his name. Having your one-sided conversation. You rubbed him through his sweatpants in the back aisle of the library and he was getting close, close, your voice teasing him, but your current self completely silent, only giving him that slight smile.

Holy shit, Jungkook was going to explode in his underwear like a teenager.

You leaned in as the video moaned in his ears and he almost moaned, the sound dying in his throat as you hovered over him. You tilted your head, curving around his. Your hand stopped around his cock, squeezing him tight.

Thank God.

He was seconds away from completely embarrassing himself.

You reached up and took one of his earbuds out of his ear, your warm breathing tickling his earlobe. Lowered your hand and placed the earbud in his, tucking it safely before removing your hand from his sweatpants. Jungkook shuddered, gasping your name involuntarily. The first word he had ever spoken to you in person. The scent of peach and honey lingered around his nose.

Your murmured one word into his ear.

The first word you had ever spoken to him in person.

“Jungkook.”

His name.

You backed up, smiling gently. Backed up, turning away, leaving him there in the back of the library, clutching his phone, underwear soaked with pre-cum, now in possession of a video of you, naked.

Now Jungkook was in his bedroom.

Camera app open.

You didn’t ask for a video. You didn’t ask for anything, actually. You just gave, so he wanted to give you something back. Jungkook wasn’t the kind of guy to only give a little. He gave a lot. He always did. That was how he was. He knew what he wanted to do. He knew what he was going to do.

This has to be the craziest thing I’ve ever done.

Six months ago, if you told Jeon Jungkook that he was about to film himself jacking off to give said video to a young woman he met at the public library who had only said one fucking word to him the whole time they saw each other in person, the one fucking word being his name, Jungkook would have told you that you were insane and needed to see a doctor.

He reached over and pressed record.

Unlike you, Jungkook didn’t start off with a black screen. He started off with his face and bare torso, part of his gray sweatpants showing. Sitting on the edge of his bed, even remembering things like picking out his nicer black sheets and making sure he had picked up after himself. He wore the lighter gray sweatpants so his body would stand out amongst the black. The obvious center of attention. Jungkook nervously ran a hand through his long black hair, curly from the shower earlier. Lifted his dark brown eyes to stare straight into the camera. Pink lips quivering as he spoke your name.

“Hey.”

A small anxious smile that he couldn’t help.

“Ah… If you think this is weird, you can delete this right now and not watch it…” Jungkook swallowed, dropping his hand. He inhaled a long breath, trying to calm his nerves. “But… I…”

He looked straight into the camera, not at his reflection.

“I replay your video all the time.”

His heart was racing in his chest. He could feel it galloping like a damn racehorse.

“I can’t help it.”

The images came back, memorized now, but the reason he had replayed it all those times before was to hear your voice, over and over, saying his name. Moaning his name at the very end.

“What do you do after?” Jungkook breathed your name, softly, letting it fall from his lips. Said it again, forming the syllables with desire. “I’m so curious. Will you tell me sometime?” There was no way Jungkook could say this shit at the fucking library. But this wasn’t the library. This was his bedroom. He didn’t have to give this to you.

But he was going to.

“Will you show me, sometime?” Thump. “I’d love to watch.”

His fingers began to trail down his chest. Jungkook wasn’t actively thinking about it. He was imagining you listening, knowing his voice would fill your ears, his voice now smokey with lust and desire, several octaves lower than his usual tone. He couldn’t help it.

“Will you let me watch?”

His eyes shifted to the screen, watching his fingertips brush the waistband of his gray sweatpants, slipping under. He had prepared, practiced earlier, knowing the composition was correct. Making sure you would be able to see. He pushed them down, past his v-line. Thump. Licked his lips, stared into the camera again.

“Will you let me touch?” Jungkook breathed, black strands shadowing his left eye, lashes lowering as he pulled his hard cock out of his sweatpants.

His heart ricocheted in his chest. He wrapped his hand around it, moaning softly, feeling his hot, taut skin. Stroked slowly, staring into the lens. Jungkook already knew what he looked like. Muscles on his right arm rippling, black tattoos dancing on his tan skin. The lust built up inside him like a storm, ramping up and up, and he was swept up by the winds, tipping his head back a little as he stroked himself, whimpering out your name.

“Do you know how good you smell?” Jungkook panted out. “You smell like peaches and honey. It must be your perfume. It’s so nice. I wish I could smell it more. I wish I could stand next to you and breathe it in.” He was rambling, but it was genuine, so he didn’t try to stop himself. He didn’t want this to seem fake. He didn’t want you to think he was trying to play you. “I want it all over my clothes. I want it on my skin, your peaches and honey.”

Faster, harder, pre-cum leaking out and dripping down, adding to the pleasure every time his fingers closed around the throbbing head. His left hand reached back to support himself as he leaned back, staring at the camera with half-lidded eyes, his toned chest shuddering, sweatpants halfway down his thighs, his right hand furiously jacking himself off.

“I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable,” Jungkook gasped out, eyelids fluttering. “But I can’t help it. I really want you. It’s not fair how pretty you are.” He exhaled hard, heart beating fast. “And you gave me that video. All I wanted was to hear your voice.”

He threw his head back, nearing the end.

“You let me see your body.” His words were becoming moans, breathless with longing. “You let me see so much. You want me to want you.”

Jungkook lowered his head, catching himself in the phone screen, black hair all over his face, mouth open, his sharp jawline tense with his approaching climax.

“And I do. Fuck, I want you so fucking bad.”

His eyes shifted to the lens.

“And I’m going to cum. Thinking about you.”

Jungkook sucked in a breath and gasped out your name, his cock jerking in his hand, shooting white strings down his fingers, splattering onto his sweatpants, creating a pool of white. He had made sure to wait a couple days to let it build up so he could give you a good show. His orgasm spilled out of him, his torso quivering, enveloped with pleasure riding through him in waves. Slowly, he smeared it up and down his length, heightening the ecstasy. His chest was trembling, slowly coming down. Jungkook took his own cum and rubbed it on the sensitive head, whimpering softly at the spikes of pleasure it caused.

His lips formed your name once again, a low moan.

Held up his right hand, covered in his cum.

Reached over with his left and stopped the recording.

Jungkook had to wait a while to give it to you.

Holidays and all that. Then he got busy with work, but eventually he was back at the public library again, looking for you. The sinful video was saved on his phone, in a locked folder, buried in his photo gallery of family photos and pictures with his friends.

He looked for you, couldn’t find you.

Until one day Jungkook spied you at the check-in counter, handing the librarian your books. You had maybe ten or twelve, and the librarian checked them in one by one, having small talk with you. You seemed familiar with them. Of course, you were. You read so much. Not many people visited the library as often as you. Maybe himself.

You were wearing baggy black jeans with colorful sewn on patches, as if you had done it yourself. A cropped white puffer jacket to keep you warm. You nodded and smiled at the librarian before turning around to go into the main part of the library. A loose black crop-top with the slightest sliver of midriff showing, instantly reminding Jungkook of what you looked like without clothes on.

Your eyes found his.

You smiled at him.

Jungkook nearly dropped his phone. He probably looked ridiculous, wearing light gray sweatpants and a white hoodie, hood pulled up with his black hair sticking out of the sides. But he wore the gray sweatpants on purpose. At least, every time he came to the library.

He held up his phone with shaking hands.

You began to walk, but not quite towards him. Your eyes shifted and he followed, a little distance behind, slowly realizing where you were going. The same place you two were when you gave him the first video. The back of the library, where the older encyclopedias were. No one went there. The first time, Jungkook didn’t even think about it when you gestured him there to give him the video.

Now, he understood why.

He turned the corner and you were standing at the end of the aisle, next to the wall. Waved at him kindly. There was no way anyone could suspect you gave him a video of your naked body after saying a single word to him in person. Jungkook began to walk towards you, step by step. He didn’t have to give you the video. He had filmed another one of just his voice having an awkward one-sided conversation with himself.

You pulled out your phone with the little devil emote on the case.

Took out your earbuds, tucked them in your cute ears.

That smile, turning slightly less innocent now as Jungkook neared.

He held up his phone, pointing to the QuickShare app. You nodded, loaded it up. He stopped right in front of you and pressed the ‘send file’ button. Not the video of only his voice. The other one. His heart was beating fast, so fast. It began to download. The percentage ticking up. Thirty. Fifty. Eighty.

He felt a tap on his forearm.

Jungkook jerked his head up, staring into your eyes.

You gave him a concerned look, tilting your head. Wordlessly asking, are you okay?

He chewed on his lip and nodded slowly. Took another step towards you so he could smell it. The peaches and honey, wafting all over you, the sweet perfume. Now you two were close, so close. You smiled and patted his arm once again, reassuringly. You did not seem bothered by the closeness.

The file finished downloading.

Jungkook reached over to your phone and touched the screen. You tipped your hand to let him access the video file from the top menu. Your eyebrows shot up as you saw the beginning frame of the video, him shirtless. Jungkook swallowed hard next to you.

Pressed play.

He didn’t watch. Couldn’t really. He had re-watched it already, over and over, wondering if it was okay. Too little? Too much? Too forward? Too crazy? Jungkook stared at the top of your head, chewing his lip raw with anxiousness. Oh, shit, what if you ran and never spoke to him again? What If you thought he was super creepy? He shouldn’t have done that. He shouldn’t have given you that video. What was he thinking?

He felt you lean against his chest, breathing shallowly, your free hand gripping his white hoodie.

Jungkook’s eyes widened, finally looking down. You were watching him masturbate, not looking away, pressing yourself against his chest. His cock swelled at your closeness and the embarrassment of seeing himself come undone in that tiny screen in your hands, clutching your phone tightly.

You pressed your body against his, harder, and his hands automatically came up to hold your elbows, steadying you. He planted his feet so he wouldn’t tip over. Your hips touched his. Oh fuck. The front of your jeans rolled into the crotch of his sweatpants.

Oh, fuck.

Jungkook sucked in a breath as you began to dry hump him in the fucking public library, watching a video of him jacking off that he willingly gave you, your soft gasps against his chest, eyes glued to the screen, peaches and honey invading his nose. He didn’t make a sound, holding you close, his hard cock rubbing against the inside of his underwear, a patch of wetness forming as you provided the friction.

You lifted the phone slightly so it was at his shoulder, next to his head, eyes still on the screen, your breath suddenly on his neck and it took everything in Jungkook not to moan, because your breath was so warm and erotic, a feathery whimper gracing his ears as you watched him orgasm.

The video ended.

Your eyes shifted to his face.

Pupils dilated, soaked with lust.

You kissed him.

Full, on the mouth, those soft, soft lips pressed to his, inhaling him deeply. He had worn his nice cologne today, a mix of musky woods and sea breeze, and maybe you’d notice, maybe you’d want it too, on your clothes and on your skin. It seemed like it, the way you pressed against him so urgently, nestling yourself in his arms.

He drowned in the kiss, a kiss of peaches and honey.

You backed up, but only a centimeter, eyes slowly opening. He gazed into your eyes. He probably had the same expression. Uninhibited desire and longing.

“Do you… want to go somewhere that’s not the fucking library so we can talk?” you whispered against his lips quietly. Your tone was heavy with lust.

He did. Preferably somewhere with a bed.

“Yeah…”

You lowered your phone, the little devil smiling at him before it disappeared in your pocket.

Jungkook grabbed your hand. Held it tight. Took one step, then another, with you.

You smiled at him.

Not so innocent.

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multifandomthoughts · 4 years ago

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Sunbathing Beauty

MINORS DNI, NSFW

AFAB READER

Requested by: @softiebadbitch

Warnings: Fellatio, Penetration, Semi-public sex (though nobody is there)

“Ace, you can’t even swim!” You shout as the brunette held your arm, dragging you across the warm sand as he ran, umbrella slung over one shoulder and a backpack over the other. “But I wanted to spend time with you, and pops said if I didn’t get out soon, he’d tell the cook not to let me have any food for a week. I know he didn’t mean it, but that personal of a threat has to mean something.”

“I still don’t understand why you took me to the beach of all places.” You retort, the sun beating down on the two of you, reminding you to put on sunscreen after this conversation. “Isn’t it enough that I want to spend some time with you? You are my favorite person after all.” Ace flashes you a wide grin and drops the bag he was carrying, some of the contents spilling out.

You get a look at the contents and sighed. Buckets and hand shovels? The second division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates… wants to make sandcastles? “You’re lucky you’re so cute.” You say, trying to act annoyed but unable to keep a smile off your face. Pulling out the rest of the contents, there are two towels, sunscreen and sunglasses. The towel and sunscreen are most important, considering you were burning not only your skin, but the soles of your feet from the baking sand.

The first thing you do is spread your towel on the sand, and once the safe haven is formed you get off your hot feet and lie down on it, putting on your sunglasses. “Since we’re going to be here a while, do you think you could help me with the sunscreen? I don’t want to burn my back.” Ace nods and grabs the bottle. “Want to untie your top or should I just work around it?” He asks, squeezing a sizable dollop onto his hand.

You nod as best you can while lying down and reach back to untie the knot holding your top on. A small sigh escapes you as your chest feels that little bit more free. It’s soon replaced by a squeal as you twitch from the sudden presence of Ace’s cold, wet hands on your back. You return to a relaxed state once the initial shock wears off and enjoy the loving touch of him applying the lotion all over your bare skin. It feels like the interaction is over almost as soon as it started and soon he’s left your side again to start filling his buckets with sand. You pout a little bit, as you tie your top back on and sit up to start applying your own sunscreen everywhere else.

A funny feeling starts to creep upon Ace. His mind is no longer focused on the whimsy of building sand castles. He’s more interested in that bikini that you spent so much time trying to have him notice. His heart is racing as if he were on the battlefield, but adrenaline and aggression are the furthest things from his mind right now. This is purely… excitement, and something akin to the awe he gets from a sunset, all focused on you. The desire to get even closer to you begins to overwhelm his mind, and he has to do something about it. The thought of dumping a bucket of cold clear ocean water on you has passed.

Acting on impulse alone he left his buckets behind and stood in front of you once again, wordlessly staring. You give him a confused look. “Do you need something, Ace?” Stumbling over his words, Ace blurts “That swimsuit is so revealing it’s practically pointless. Let’s get rid of it.” Your face turns bright red, it wasn’t the reaction you expected, but one that you were looking for. “Ace….” You respond, a smirk on your face. “We can do that, but this is a public place!” “But why not? Being a pirate is about the freedom to do what you like when you like. And a relationship is about not caring what others think because you’re happy together. So since I’m all worked up now, let’s have some fun!”

You scan your eyes across the beach, looking for any signs of other inhabitants. It seems like any other occupants have left, either because they knew who Ace was, or they had become disinterested. Satisfied that you don’t have an audience, you give a sigh. “Alright, but can you at least put up the umbrella so we’ll be more cool in the shade?” Giving a mock salute, Ace sets about planting the pole in the sand and spreading the umbrella over your heads. “Nice and comfy now, hot stuff?” “Totally, the shade makes it nice and cool, as well as covering up.”

You go to take off your top, Ace’s eyes glued to your torso like a dog towards a steak. That gives you an even better idea, and you immediately put that plan into action. Running yours hand up and down your shoulders and thighs, you hover your hand over the knot keeping your swimsuit together. You can swear you see Ace gulp and a bead of sweat cascade down his forehead.

Rather than pull the knot undone right away you tug on the strings over your shoulders a bit to make your chest bounce for him. “You said this doesn’t cover enough, but I think you’re going crazy because you can’t see the best parts yet… but don’t worry baby, I’ll show you everything soon. And then you’ll melt in my hands, knowing that you have to beg. Ace squirms excitedly, his hands clasped together between his knees in a futile attempt to keep him from reaching out.

You right hand reaches behind your back to untie the knot while simultaneously holding your left arm in front of you, covering up your breasts as the top of your swimsuit goes limp around your body. Winking at him, you bring your free hand back around to your waist and start tugging at the side of your bottoms. “Which will it be first, Ace? Move this arm out of the way, or take the rest of it off?” For the first time, you think you’ve silenced Ace. He doesn’t say anything, and just stares straight ahead at your covered breast. So mesmerized, so enamored that not one word drips out of his mouth.

Ace says something, but the words just don’t come out. He repeats this multiple times, each time as quiet as the last time. You tilt your head in mock confusion, trying to hold back the smirk that attempts to creep onto your face. “Sorry babe, a little louder?” His fists are tightly clenched in between his knees as he sits in front of you staring unblinkingly at the arm keeping him from your treasure. “All… I want all of it… I need all of you…” he groans through gritted teeth, his legs constantly shifting as if that will bring any relief to his fierce prisoner.

“Oh, is that so? You laughed, happy to know that your plan of teasing him with your swimsuit has gotten you to this point. “So, what’s it going to be? Tits or pussy?” Ace flashes you a devilish grin, having gained his confidence back. The Ace that you met who was full of swagger, and could take on absolutely anything. Without a second thought he gently grabs your wrist. “Yes.” Next thing you know, you’re on your back in a passionate kiss with Ace. One hand is running through your hair, the other has pulled your arm away from your chest, your breasts now pressed against his pecs as the friction sends a wave of heat through both of your bodies.

“Now, for the elephant in the room….he declares. “Do I have your permission to touch you?” Nodding your head violently and vocalizing a yes, you take his hand, place it on your breast and wrap his fingers around the soft tender flesh. His knee runs up your inner thigh, stopping short of the prize and coming back down, then back up again. If he had finished the journey he would feel the damp spot in your bikini bottoms. Instead, he brings his mouth down to kiss and suck on the tit his hand had left unattended. “Love these so much…” he mutters, bowed over you as if in a prayer of gratitude. When his head does raise to meet your gaze, the mischievous look is back though a bit hazy with lust. “Permission to finish stripping you?” He inquired with a smirk. “G-granted…” you manage to squeak out between shuddering breaths and half suppressed moans. “Great. Then get up onto your knees and bend over for me.” He says with an authority you can’t dismiss but a needy tone that betrays the facade covering his desperation for this.

As he asks, you get on your hands and knees. No sooner have you done it than he is behind you running his hands over your ass. But he does not let himself get sidetracked and you feel fingers hooking under the waistband of your bottoms. With baited breath you try to hold still as he yanks the garment down to your knees. Your arousal is apparent in both the wetness of its crotch area and the moisture glistening on your exposed pussy. “Naughty girl, aren’t you?” Ace teases, knowing damn well he and his pitched mast aren’t ones to talk. “I could take you right here like this… would you like that? Or should I ask you to return the favor and help me out of my trunks now?” You squirm in his grip, before slipping out onto your back and spreading your legs for him. “You’ve been begging for it, I don’t know how you’re able to wait!” You giggle, batting your eyelashes at him. Seeing you in this new seductive pose silences Ace yet again, not to mention being called out for his lust. You take a little pity on him and sit up again to reach out for his swimsuit.

“I guess I won’t make you wait in agony any longer… let me see your handsome body…” you say softly as you pull his clothes off. Sure enough his erection springs out stiff and ready. You mull your eyes over it for a minute, big and thick before running your hand down and up the base. Ace let’s out a long sigh, one that he didn’t know that he was holding. He scoots back onto the very edge of the towel, spreading himself out so you have more room to take him in. Before anything else, you knew you had to give this thing some hands on attention… and probably lip service.

Running a finger up and down the warm flesh from soft tip to twitching base, you lick your lips and feel your lower half getting equally wet. You’re not some superficial girl who only appreciates a guy for physical attributes… but fuck this is an impressive dick. As you reach the tip again you wrap your hand around his shaft instead and start to gently stroke up and down. “So big and hard… just for me? You know how to make a girl feel special don’t you… Let’s see if I can make you feel even better. Just tell me if it hurts, or if you’re about to blow.” He nods violently, as you begin to lower your head back onto his dick. Your hand on the base of his shaft, you move it in the opposite direction you are sucking, sliding your hand up as you go down.

With a gentle grip guiding your head, Ace directs your motions in a steady pace, releasing a cacophony of moans. For every rise and fall he lets out a pleasured sound unlike anything you’ve ever heard from this notorious pirate. Some guttural, some high pitched, all from your man. You flutter your eyelashes again as you look up at him; it’s useless, as his eyes are gently closed in pure bliss. Despite the umbrella casting a long shadow across the two of you, beads of sweat roll down his forehead; you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. A sharp tug on your hair alerts you that he’s close, as his eyes roll back into his skull. He attempts to take control and starts thrusting in search of climax. You weren’t prepared to be face fucked like this, but you can adapt quickly.

Using your arms, you forcefully remove Ace’s hands from your head, releasing you from his guide. In an attempt to coax his climax quicker, you breathe in deeply through your nose and take all of his thick cock, burying your nose into his pubic bone. The mixture of deepthroating, and your hand on the base of his shaft causes him to let out an ear piercing whine. You manage to stay down and are rewarded as his pulsing cock unloads, the warm rush of cum filling your mouth. You swallow, before winking and blushing back at your partner.

“Ready for round two?” You coo, giving the tip of his cock a kiss before widening your stance expectantly. “Or can you not handle what beauty is sitting in front of you?” You expect him to need a little time to cool down and recharge, but his erection hasn’t gone down in the slightest and he only looks more eager. “I think I can handle you pretty well, just wanna be sure you can handle this bad boy. Guess I have my answer, so here’s a better question: Do we have any kind of protection?”

Biting your lip, you drag your discarded top through the sand, and reach inside the breast pocket. “For when a sexy man wants to have some fun…” You quip, tearing the wrapping open with your teeth. “Now’s the main event, big boy…” Separating the rubber from the plastic, you put Ace’s cock in your hand once again. In one quick movement, the condom is on and the two of you are ready to go. As he draws in close again, you run a playful finger along his abs. He takes hold of your left thigh while his right hand holds his member steady on its course. “Let me help with that…” you offer softly, grabbing his wrist to make the intention clear. He lets go and you take hold of the slick latex and warm flesh. Now with both hands on your thighs, he keeps your legs spread and your body steady as the tip of his member presses at your waiting opening to seek entry. With you to guide him he pushes a bit more and finds it.

You wince in pain, gripping his shoulders as his big cock fills you. He was stretching you a bit, but you didn’t mind the sting. The pain is worth the pleasure. You take a deep breath as you bottom out, a pleasant feeling enveloping your core. “Fuck me Ace, please…you feel so good…” you plead, squirming to get more of that wonderful feeling. “Okay hot stuff, be prepared for a wild ride.” His hands wander up to your breasts, grasping them as if they were the most precious jewels. Tantalizingly slow, he pulls out of you. You beg and whine, every inch lost leaving an empty feeling until all you have is the tip. “Put it….in…please!!” You howl, clawing at his legs as you attempt to push him back in. He goes back to rubbing your nipples under his thumbs and acts like he’s deep in thought. “Well… you’re making some pretty cute noises right now so maybe I shouldn’t? Ah, but I wanna hear what you’ll sound like when I do this!” And just like that he slammed back in, as you let out a loud moan.

Ace is done going easy on you, and the thrust in is immediately followed by another out, then back in agains and again. He’s really fucking you now, and it feels so goddamn good. Every slap of skin against skin elicits an even louder sound, is it possible that there’s a limit to your volume? The harder he goes on you, the tighter you can feel yourself getting. Your coil keeps tightening, almost ready to snap. As if the feeling of his cock isn’t exciting enough, the look on his face and the grunts and moans he’s making are sure as hell helping. You wrap your legs around his waist to keep him deep in you and arch your back to press your tits into his waiting hands even more.

Pleasure and joy flow through your body and mind so strongly you worry it might start to spill out as tears, and you can certainly tell it’s dripping out somewhere else. Your sexual frenzy continues a few minutes more until you know you can’t take any more. “Ace… I’m so close…” you try to tell him, though by now your voice has been reduced to a shrill squeak. Ace understands it though, and replies with a grunt that sounds like “Me too… together babe.” Your boyfriend leans in and kisses you one more time as he ruts like the animal in heat he seems to be. The dam bursts and you moan into the kiss as your pussy convulses and tries to milk him for all he’s got. Luckily you have the condom in the way, because he’s got a lot. He twitches a few times as a fresh load streams out and is collected in the reservoir tip, and you feel a new wave of heat in your core.

You lay back on your towel, spent. It feels as if you’ve just completed a marathon and every muscle in your body is crying out for rest. Despite this, you look into Ace’s eyes; they’re clouded from what just went on. Catching your breath, your face is just inches away from Ace’s. He’s regained all his energy already and gives you a cheeky grin. “See? I knew we’d have plenty to do at the beach without having to swim!”

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actuallysaiyan · 4 years ago

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Can I rq nsfw alaphabet for kakashi please?

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kakashi is a little vulnerable after sex. He needs you to take care of him a little bit. He might need you to clean him up and get him a drink, but he is very big on either taking a bath with you or just cuddling and talking about your days.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kakashi definitely thinks his hands are the best. They help him wield signs, and without them he wouldn’t be able to hold his favorite book to read. They are powerful and they can summon his ninja dogs as well.

On his lover, he’s big on somebody’s eyes and smile. The way they look up at him with adoration and love, it makes him feel very warm deeply inside. It’s wonderful.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Kakashi isn’t picky about this. Cumming deep inside of you is very intimate and it leaves him feeling so close to you. He loves cumming inside of you, but he doesn’t mind cumming all over you as well. He loves seeing you all painted up in his seed.

Kakashi is a very selfless lover. He adores eating you out for hours. He loves pussy and will do anything to lick you and make you cum over and over again. He’s a little into overstimulation, but he’s never mean about it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Kakashi doesn’t have many dirty secrets. He can be a bit timid about sex, despite the fact that he reads smut publically. The dirtiest thing is that he often fantasizes about you in bed when he can’t sleep and he jerks off to thoughts of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has some experience, but it doesn’t matter to him. What matters to him is falling in love with you and being attached to you. It doesn’t take him long to learn what you like, and he just goes from there. Kakashi is attentive to your needs and will make you cum every time.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Kakashi loves anything where he can see your pretty face contorted in pleasure. It turns him on to see you enjoying yourself so much. Missionary, cowgirl...those are good positions where he can take control if he needs to, but if he wants to be sensual, it’s a possibility.

Kakashi is also very fond of spooning sex, and lazy mornings are filled with cockwarming that turns into barely awake sex for the both of you. It’s just divine.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Kakashi is pretty serious during the act of making love, but he can be a little humorous from time to time. He loves praising you and telling you how much he loves you, but sometimes he’ll say something naughty or filthy. It just depends on his mood.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He enjoys keeping himself clean shaven, and he doesn’t enjoy having any body hair for the most part. The carpet matches the drapes, and his hair is silver in color and it’s fluffy rather than coarse.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

The man has some mental issues, so sometimes he really needs to be in the moment to allow himself to forget his brutal past. You help him see that life is worth living and that he can have happiness and love. He enjoys being romantic and sweet with you while making love, but he can be a bit naughty sometimes.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Kakashi jacks off whenever he doesn’t have you around. He loves rereading some of his favorite parts in Icha Icha, and he’ll think about recreating them with you when you get back to him. He’ll take care of his hard cock with a good jerk off session while moaning your name.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He enjoys a number of kinks, but the biggest one is probably tying you up and blindfolding you, then he gets to stimulate you in the many ways he knows will drive you crazy. Kakashi is also a fan of lingerie, thigh high stockings and vibrators.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In the bedroom is the best place for sex, but Kakashi isn’t against doing it somewhere semi-private. If you’re both on a mission together and he can only fuck you in some back alleyway where nobody goes, then he’ll take the chance as long as you enjoy it too.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn’t take much to turn on Kakashi, but sometimes he’s just not feeling it. You need to tell him exactly what you want for him to make a move, so don’t be coy with him. It just flusters him and he��ll be embarrassed.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t do anything to humiliate or hurt you. He loves you and cares about you, and he wants you to have fun when you’re having sex. Consent is a big thing with Kakashi.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Kakashi is weak for blowjobs. He loves them very much, and he can’t help but cum very quickly whenever you get on your knees to please him. If you look up at him through your lashes with his cock in your throat, he’s cumming right then and there.

But for Kakashi, nothing is better than eating you out. He could spend hours between your thighs and just listen to the beautiful sounds you make as he laps up your delicious juices. He loves to finger you while sucking on your clit and make you cum.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Kakashi is usually sensual, but from time to time, he feels like pounding you. He needs a quick release every now and then, and he’s not afraid to be a little rough and fast. Most of the time, he’s very loving and gentle with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sometimes, quickies are the only option for Kakashi. He’s a busy man being a jounin for Konoha. He can’t always spend his time having sex with you, so if he needs to cum, he’ll bend you over his desk at home and fuck you quickly. He’ll always make sure you cum though.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Kakashi is interested in doing new things in the bedroom. It’s never going to be anything you don’t like. He’s going to ask your opinion on new moves, or new scenarios. Most of these ideas come from Icha Icha.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Kakashi doesn’t always last long, but he can go for quite a few rounds. He’s a good man, and he loves putting your pleasure first, but he isn’t always used to receiving praise and pleasure. Sometimes it becomes too much and he cums quickly.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Kakashi loves toys. He’ll take you to the sex store, and you can both pick out some fun things to use next to you have sex. He loves using vibrators on you, but he’s not opposed to having toys used on him as well.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kakashi wants to tease a lot, but he melts whenever you plead with him. It doesn’t take much for him to stop teasing and to start making you feel really good.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not very quiet. He’s actually quite vocal in bed, and especially when you suck his cock. He’ll mutter things and plead with you, and when he cums he’ll cry out “Fuck yes! I’m cumming!” He moans and groans a lot.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Kakashi isn’t against the idea of having a threesome with you and maybe...Yamato. Or even Guy. He just wants to share your beautiful self with someone he enjoys as well.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Kakashi has a nice long cock, with a very nice girth. He’s about 8 inches long and the head is thick as well. It drags against your walls beautifully. His balls are full of cum and just perfect.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Kakashi yearns a lot, but he understands he can’t always have his way with you. He won’t let sex interfere with something incredibly important, but he does enjoy having a healthy sex life with you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kakashi doesn’t sleep much, but whenever you make love, he actually gets a good amount of sleep that night. He’ll make sure you’re comfortable first before falling asleep.

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bruhlsbees · 4 years ago

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paradox burning ; 3/5 || ernst schmidt x fem!reader

gif credit to @/guillermodltoro

summary: the domino effect begins, schmidt and reader are thrown into hot water, mundy's arms shows up at the worst time

pairing: ernst schmidt x fem!reader

word count: 7,502

warnings: major character death (no not reader or ernst), spoilers for the cloverfield paradox, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, dick riding, yeah yeah y'all know what this shit about to be, minors dni, 18+, nsfw

a/n: we are almost done with the series!!!! figured i'd throw in a good smut scene before the angst of the ending - if you haven't heard already there will be a sequel to this (and yes it will be around 13 chapters) hope you enjoy!!!

translations (god i hope these are right):

Желим те - I want you, Волим те - I love you

Watching the clock, you waited until the hour hand clicked in place, the new hour beginning. You had been waiting in your room now for an hour, calming down before deciding that enough was enough and you had work to do. You wouldn’t be sitting in your room for the rest of your time aboard the station. Damn the Commander and damn anyone who thought differently.

Standing up from your bed, you didn’t bother with putting your suit back on as you made your way out of your room, down the hall, and back towards the medbay. Inside was Acosta who seemed to be taking a break from the woman in the wall and working on inventory. You walked in the room, watching as he looked up from his clipboard and towards you, his expression falling.

“Hey, you know the-”

“Acosta, please...I’m fine,” You shrugged and made your way over to the gloves, pulling a pair out before putting them on, “I did what the Commander told me to do and cooled off, I’m not just going to sit in my room forever.”

Acosta didn’t want to be the one to admit it, but he agreed with the Commander. Your mental state was failing the longer you were on board the Cloverfield Station - at this point it was only a guessing game as to when you would snap like Volkov or Schmidt. But Acosta cared for you, looked at you as if you were family, he was worried, but he knew how to talk with you about it.

“Yes, you cooled off...but how are you feeling still?” You opened your mouth to speak before catching Acosta turn and look over his shoulder, “Don’t lie to me, I am a doctor after all.”

You smiled at his joke, rolling your eyes before you sat up on the examination table, shrugging your shoulders. “Honestly? Not great.” Nodding, Acosta turned now and made his way to the examination table you were sitting on, leaning against it beside you.

“I know...you know, when I was looking over files to see who would be a good fit for the medical bay with me, you were always my top choice,” The confession surprised you, your gaze looking over at him as he smiled and nodded, “It’s true...I was always impressed with your work. When the Commander told me about your psychological evaluation and your low score, I didn’t care. You’re a great nurse and that’s what I care about.”

You could feel your eyes watering, but you didn’t care if Acosta saw you cry - it was Acosta after all. The words of encouragement were ones you had heard before, but coming from him, someone who had mentored you the past two years, it meant more than anything.

“We all have our faults, that doesn’t make us bad...what makes us bad is living by those faults and letting that define you.” Feeling his hand on your shoulder, you leaned into his touch before falling into a hug, wrapping your arms around his middle as he did the same to you, holding you close.

He smelled of warmth, bay rum, a father’s embrace. Acosta reminded you deeply of your own father - caring, quiet, and yet at the same time so full of knowledge that his mind alone could make up for the lack of his own words. He knew what to say and when to say it.

Pulling away, your hands rested on his back while you stared at him, smiling before closing your eyes as he leaned it, pressing a gentle kiss to your hairline. “Don’t let the bad thoughts take away from all that you’ve achieved. You’ve done so much just to let your own mind take that away from you.”

Nodding, you brought your knuckles to your eyes and swiped away the tears, letting out a sigh as your mind lulled, your brain desperately trying to focus on what Acosta was saying.

Think of the good stuff, think of what is true.

Looking up, the corners of your mouth twitched as you stared at Acosta. You nodded once, thanking him before watching him pat your knee and get up to go and continue on with his work. You kept your seat on the examination table before getting up to join Acosta in taking marks on inventory.

As you went to open the cabinet that had the medicine for common colds, the doors to the med bay whooshed open, Schmidt and Tam stumbling in with Volkov in their arms. Setting the clipboard down, you rushed over to the examination table that Volkov was now on.

“How long has he been like this?” Acosta asked, pulling out his small light to look over Volkov’s eyes, “What happened?”

“He tried to kill us!” Schmidt rushed, catching his breath as he stood at the end of the examination table beside Tam, motioning towards Volkov as he stayed unconscious on the table. It was the Commander, who must have followed them in, that spoke up next.

“Tam? Why do you have a gun?” He demanded. You hadn’t noticed until you finally looked at Tam, seeing the gun that was

When Tam explained that he had approached them on the X-Deck, threatened them with it, your heart sank. You looked over at Schmidt, a worried expression glazed over your eyes while he shook his head, silently telling you that it was fine and that he would tell you about it later.

“Just lock it away, Tam!” At this point, Mundy and Hamilton were joining the rest of the crew in the medbay, watching as Acosta and yourself looked over Volkov. While Acosta used his flashlight to look down his throat, you pressed your fingers to his wrist, feeling for a pulse.

You tried to focus on finding a pulse, moving your two fingers up and down his wrist. You figured that because he was unconscious, his pulse would be harder to find - evidently he wasn’t as unconscious as you thought to believe because when he suddenly grabbed your wrist, you let out a gasp and stepped back, tugging your wrist out of his grasp and stumbling back, the Commander caught you from falling and kept you pulled back away from Volkov who began to finally spit up blood and violently shake.

“W-What’s happening?” You found yourself asking, although nobody seemed to truly know what the hell was going on, all standing around in shock at the disturbing sight of Volkov. His convulsions grew more rapid before finally his spine snapped up, silence deafening the room as he fell down before being replaced by the sound of his flatline.

You never were a fan of Volkov, but you would be lying to yourself if you said that you were happy to see him gone in such a gruesome matter. You wouldn’t wish that on anyone, not even your worst enemy, not even Volkov.

“No...no.”

Glancing to your right, you frowned at the sight of Mundy, who slowly approached the end of the examination table, looking down at Volkov. Hamilton extended her arm out to console Mundy, but then suddenly out of nowhere, Volkov was at it again, only this time it was one final blow.

The worms that came out of Volkov’s mouth was one thing, but the quantity of the slimy earthworms that erupted from him. They coaxed the floors and your feet like mud, impossible to step away from them as you, like the rest of the crew, began to stomp down on them, desperately trying to get them away and off of you.

When the worms suddenly stopped, lying now on the floor, you leaned against the wall, catching your breath after the incident that just happened. Your eyes glanced at Schmidt who was looking at Tam to see if she was okay. You smiled weakly and looked around the rest of the room, noticing that everyone else seemed to be okay as well.

“Well we found the worms.”

You didn’t know if it was Mundy’s poorly timed joke, the excessive amount of worms on the ground and the guts that were seeped into your shoes, or the horrifying sight of Volkov on the table, but something made your stomach churn, and you followed Hamilton closely as the both of you rushed out of the room, back into your quarters to throw up.

Your body hurled over the toilet, the sudden smell becoming almost unbearable. You quickly flushed the toilet before leaning back to shut the lid of the toilet seat, standing up and sitting now on the toilet while you brushed your teeth, trying your best to get the taste out of your mouth.

Leaning over the sink, you spit out the contents of your mouth, rinsing your toothbrush off before cupping your hand under the sink to collect water, bringing to your lips to intake and swish around your mouth, spitting the water out after a moment.

Making your way out of your bathroom, you wiped the beads of sweat that collected over your forehead off, leaning against the doorway to catch your breath. You kept your eyes closed, taking slow deep breaths in and gently exhaling through your mouth. You stayed this way until you heard your door open and shut.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Your attention shifted from the floor and up in front of you to Schmidt who now held you in an embrace, his hands placed on either side of your face, looking over you to make sure you were fine.

Shaking your head, you leaned forward and buried your face into his neck, hugging him tight as you began to cry.

“Volkov...I-,” You whimpered and clung to his suit tighter, “Ernst, I can’t unsee that. Even when I blink I can see him lying on that table and I don’t think I will ever get that sight out of my mind. What if that was yo-”

“But it wasn’t...it wasn’t! Hey, look at me,” He pulled your head back carefully, his thumbs running along your face as he swiped away your tears, pressing a kiss in between your brows, “I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I’m always going to be here.”

At this point he had pulled you back into his arms, cradling your head into his neck as he rocked side to side, his right hand on the back of your head while the other rubbed your back.

“I want to go home, Schmidt...I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t!” You thought of your family, your small home in the country. You always thought you were trapped in that home, sharing a room with your younger sister until you left for school. But now that you were in space, stuck aboard the ship, you only wished to be back in your room with Mila.

Schmidt’s heart sank, wincing at the sounds of your cries and pleads to return home. He wasn’t sure what to do, how to comfort you in that moment. You couldn’t reach your family, so calling was off the table, all he could do was hold you and listen to you cry. Eventually your sobs stopped and were replaced by faint whimpers that vibrated against his neck.

“I’ll get you home. I promise, I promise you’ll see your family again. But you have to stay strong until then, okay?” Schmidt kissed the top of your head, squeezing you one more time before pulling you back to coax you into your bed, laying you down before getting in beside you.

“You don’t have to-”

“I know, but I want to. I don’t think Tam is in any hurry right now, and neither am I.” You were surprised to hear him put you first - you understood why he never did given your secrecy of relationship and the fact that his role on the station was so important. But even now, after everything, hearing him put you first even for just a few minutes, it made you realize just how much you were in love with him.

You leaned forward and kissed his forehead, cradling his head now close to you as you laid with him. Your fingers running through his hair while his ran along your waist under your shirt. If it weren’t for how exhausted you were, you would have asked him how he was doing.

He wasn’t surprised to see you fall asleep so quickly, given how startling things were today for you. While he watched you sleep, holding onto him as if he were your teddy bear, he knew that he would need to leave you to go and get some work done. Schmidt didn’t want to, but he knew that he had to.

Gently pulling your hands away from him, he moved out from the bed and laid your arms down, watching as you shifted your position to your other side, your back facing him as you now faced the wall. Schmidt smiled and leaned down, pressing a kiss to your cheek before tucking you in, standing back up to turn and exit your room.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

Evidently you needed sleep. You had hardly done anything that day, but given the circumstances of what went down with Volkov, all you wanted to do was sleep off that nightmare. You were only slightly disappointed to see that Schmidt was no longer with you, assuming that he was back up on the X-Deck with Tam.

Rolling into the pillow beside you, you pressed your face into it, letting out a sigh before intaking the faint scent of Schmidt that lingered onto the pillow from his time sleeping in your room. He smelled like home - happiness, love, and your mother’s baked goods.

Mama, she would love Ernst.

You knew that you needed to stop dwelling on your family. The lost communication signal and being so far away from Earth should have motivated you to want to help more, but instead it made you scared - your mind fleeting instead of fighting.

When the doors to your room opened, the light footsteps rushed in, cutting you off from your thoughts, you frowned and moved your head up from the pillow, your glare softening once you saw Tam.

“Tam? What are you-”

“It’s Schmidt!” She rushed, pointing towards the door. She began talking so fast that you could hardly make out what she was saying.

“Slow down, Tam, what are you saying?” You focused on her words slowly, trying your best to make out what she was telling you in Mandarian before you finally made out what she was telling you. The Commander had taken Schmidt to the airlock; apparently Jensen, the woman from the wall, was accusing him of working with German Intelligence to keep the Shepard offline.

Shooting up from your bed, you shook your head and got up, making your way towards Tam, “No, no that’s not true. Schmidt wouldn’t do that.” Tam nodded her head and sighed, of course she knew that - anyone who had a brain on board knew that Schmidt wasn’t the enemy. Sure he had his moments where his anger got the best of him, making it hard to see how he was any different from Volkov, but he was different, he was good and he wouldn’t betray you like that.

You couldn’t wait any longer, you had to see him. Excusing yourself from your room, you quickly rushed out and down the hall, making your way towards the airlock that was on the other side. Weaving through the halls, you cut the corners sharp, trying to not get caught by anyone and get down to him as quickly as you could.

Finally, after what felt like a dozen mazes you had gone through, you finally reached the airlock. Making your way up to the door, arms crossed with a frown on your face, you watched Schmidt raise his head from his knees, squinting towards you before rolling his eyes, looking the other way.

“Whatever it is you’re here to lecture me on, I’ve heard it already.”

You weren’t surprised by his irritated remark - hell, if you were thrown in isolation, you’d be pretty pissed too. Your mouth twitched into a smile before you shook your head, leaning against the small opening of the door, your forehead pressed against the glass.

“Do you always have to see me as the enemy? Even now, I think it’s safe to say that I’m here as a friend.” You explained, watching as his head slowly turned back towards you, his body language seeming to calm down.

“Just a friend?” He questioned, his own smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

You smiled and shook your head, your eyes gazing as he stood up and made his way towards the door, leaning forward to mimic your stance, his forehead pressed where your’s would be on the glass.

“More than a friend.” You finally answered, your fingers coming up to rest against the glass, running down where his face sat behind the glass. God you wished you were there with him, to hold him and feel his warm skin against your own.

His fingers raised up to the glass, pressing down where yours sat on the other side, a sigh escaping him - the glass in front of his mouth fogging over.

“I don’t believe them, you know. I know whatever Jensen said was a lie. You wouldn’t do that, Ernst. You’re better than that.” His mouth twitched into a smile and nodded, pulling away from the glass after a moment. He took a step back and stared at you, watching as you frowned, head tilted to the side.

“I wouldn’t say I’m better than that. Now you’re just making me sound like the good guy.” He noted, crossing his arms over his chest. You matched his posture, growing a little annoyed at the sudden lack of faith in himself.

“And aren’t you? You expect me to believe that this was expected of you?” You laughed and shook your head, tears welling in your eyes, “You’re insufferable, you know that? Can’t ever just believe in yourself can you? Always have to live up to what others think of you.”

“Can you blame me? I think it’s fair to say that I’ve had enough and tha-”

“And what?!” You snapped, cutting him off. You dropped your head down for a moment to catch your breath, looking back up at him after a moment. “How do you think I see you? Like the others?”

You took a step towards the window again, staring him down.

“You know what I see? A man who is too stubborn for his own good, who thinks that arguing with everyone to prove a point will get him anywhere,” You paused when you saw his head drop, standing like a child who knows he did something wrong. “I see someone who is too scared to ask someone to just believe them because you’re afraid that nobody will.”

Stopping, you took a deep breath before continuing, “But I also see someone who smart, funny despite your poorly executed jokes, and someone that I lov-”

You cut yourself off quick before the word could come out. Mouth gaped open in shock, you stared ahead at Schmidt who was equally shocked, his head snapped up and staring at you. The tears were now falling from your cheeks, face even redder than before as you shook your head, taking a step back as he took one forward.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“No, wait!”

But you didn’t listen to him. You ignored his pleads for you to come back, to finish what you were about to say. Your chest tightened, your heart hurting as you left the hall, flinching every time his scream for you became louder until finally there was nothing.

When you finally managed to escape the embarrassment of confessing your love at the worst time, you realized that you were down by the medbay. You were pleased to see that Acosta was in there, continuing to work on taking inventory in - the last thing you wanted to be right now was alone.

As you headed inside, his attention pulled from his clipboard and towards you, a weak smile on his face, “You okay?” He asked, noticing your clear discomfort. To him he only knew of Volkov, and how you ran out of the room at the sight of him throwing up the worms, he didn’t know that you were on the brink of tears from your moment with Schmidt.

“I-I think so...maybe, I don’t know,” You sighed and immediately went to work, trying to distract yourself, “I just think everything is finally getting to me. Seeing Volkov like that...I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, not even-” You paused and took a deep breath, closing your eyes before shaking your head.

“It makes you really understand death, how it can come out of nowhere and take anyone, right in front of you,” Your mind went to Schmidt, your family, the rest of the crew on board. Dying was one thing, but to die so horrible and unexpected, that was an entirely different kind of pain. “It makes you wonder about him, what his family must be thinking - if he had any.”

Acosta turned and looked at you, frowning as your back turned to him, continuing to work on your own inventory sheet, “If you live everyday dwelling on the idea of death, you won’t ever enjoy life…” His words paused your work, looking up from the clipboard and turning slightly over to him, watching as he approached you, “What is it that you’re afraid of?”

It took you back, the question. What were you afraid of? Well you were scared of many things - spiders, the dark, and frogs ever since your brother decided to cover you in them when you went camping. But those were silly fears, ones that didn’t eat you away. What you were so afraid of, was losing all your loved ones, to be alone.

“I’m afraid of-” You words fell silent, your breath hitching to your throat as you looked around, finding the confession silly now, “I’m afraid that once we leave the station, I won’t see anyone again. That Ernst will go back home and all of this, all of this was just because of the circumstances we were in.”

And then it hit you - why you were so afraid to tell him. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed or in doubt, you were afraid that he wouldn’t feel the same, that when you told him whatever you two had built over your time on the station would disappear in a flash.

You didn’t realize you were crying until Acosta took the napkin in his pocket and dabbed your cheeks. A weak laugh escaped from you as you shook your head, “It feels like everyday I’m crying more and more.”

“You’re human, crying is normal,” Pulling away from you, he threw the napkin in the trash as your tears soaked through it, leaving it thin and tattered. “Don’t ever apologize for showing emotions. God only knows we could show a little more around here.”

You smiled and shook your head, “You could say that aga-”

But before he could, the medbay doors opened and the Commander came rushing in, his face contorted into a scowl when he locked eyes on you. Did he catch you going down to see Schmidt? What did you do now?

“Commander, is there something we can help you wit-”

“Monk, I need you to be honest with me,” The Commander began, his gaze still locked on you, “How often is she down here alone? What does she do when you’re not here?”

Acosta took a step back, baffled at the questions that the Commander was asking him. Was he trying to accuse you of something?

“Commander, I don’t know what you’re trying to go on about, but if you’re accusing her of doing something I would like to know what it is-”

“We have reason to believe that she is stashing medicine away to take back with her when we land as part of the ongoing alliance with Germany against Russia.”

The laugh that escaped from you did not help your case, but what in the actual fuck was the Commander on? Reason to believe? Who was feeding him this bullshit?

“Commander, this is ridiculous! Why would I be stealing medicine? You know that I wouldn’t do anything to harm anyone on this ship,” You were taken back when the Commander walked over to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you with him, “What are you- let me go!” You cried, desperately trying to pull away.

Acosta attempted to grab you, but quickly stopped when the Commander turned around, “No, Monk! I’m not doing this anymore. I’m not risking another life on board this ship. Until we get back, her and Schmidt stay locked up. If Jensen is right, then we need them to be kept awa-”

“Jensen? The woman from the wall? That’s who is telling you this? Where is your integrity, Commander, if you can’t even trust your own crew?”

The Commander’s eyes fell to you, staring at you for a moment. Inside he knew that it was wrong of him to be so hostile towards his crew, but after everything that happened, he didn’t want to take any chances. He shook his head and kept silent, pulling you with him out of the medbay and down the hall.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

The blow to the floor knocked the wind from you - rolling to your side, you groaned and laid your palms flat on the ground before pushing yourself up, catching your balance before staring at the Commander through the small window of the airlock.

“Commander, you know this is ridiculous!” You yelled, watching as he shook his head and waved you off. Scoffing, you threw your hands up in defeat before taking a step closer to the door. “You’re going to believe Jensen? The woman who came out of the wall? Someone who is from a different dimension? Over your own team-”

“Enough!” The Commander roared and you cowered back, stopping in your tracks by Schmidt who was behind you, his hand on your back to keep you from tumbling back.

Letting out a sigh, straightening up, the Commander shook his head, almost in a disappointed way. “We trusted you both, for two years. Two years we saw you as our friends and just to find this? Messages to Germany and Serbia on complying with orders to keep the Shepard offline? To steal medical supplies for your own good?” The Commander paused and looked over the two of you carefully, his eyebrows bunched together.

“We trusted you...and you betrayed us. You’re going to sit here until we get back to base and then you’re going to explain to everyone why you did what you did.”

Before you could get a word out, the Commander was already turned and heading down the hall, leaving you and Schmidt in the airlock. You let out a sigh and felt your shoulders sink before dropping your head down into your hands, hiding your face in case you needed to cry.

Schmidt, while doing his best to comfort you, was still confused by earlier when you stopped by to see him when he was first thrown in isolation. The two of you hardly argued the way you did and his mind was still racing on what you were going to tell him. Of course he had an idea, but he wanted to hear it from you - he didn’t want the assumption.

“What happ-”

“What do you think happened, Schmidt? That bitch from the wall has everyone convinced now that I’m part of whatever scheme they think you’re on!” You shoved yourself away from him, crossing your arms over your chest as you turned your back to him, seething in your own anger.

He wasn’t taken back by your outburst, that he had come to face before, but took him back was his name - his last name to be exact. You never called him Schmidt unless you were absolutely pissed beyond pissed, it was always Ernst.

Catching your arm, Schmidt tugged you back to face him, a glare casted over his own face, matching yours. You went to push him off you again but he caught your wrist, tightening his grip around both wrists now as he pushed you against the wall, pining you in place.

“I’m not the enemy here, remember?” Pinned to the wall, your hands beside either side of your head, you glared and moved your foot up, gently kicking him back until he stumbled away, giving you the opportunity to dominate him, grabbing his waist and tugging him down until he was pinned onto the floor under you. With your hands on his wrists, pinning them above his head, you sat on his lap, looking down at him.

“I remember, but right now, you’re being a real pain in my ass.”

As the two of you huffed, glaring at one another, it was you who finally made a move, leaning forward and kissing him deeply, his hands instantly breaking out of your grasp and coming to your head, holding you close as the two of you kissed.

His neck strained as he leaned up to kiss you, soon growing tired of the burning in his neck and sitting up fully, moving your legs to wrap around his waist as you continued to kiss. You became needy quickly, unzipping his suit to push down until it settled at his waist, the shirt under his suit coming off just as fast as your own shirt did.

In the moment that led up to you sitting in the airlock undressed, on Schmidt’s lap, you all but forgot your surroundings, realizing just how exposed you were to anyone who wanted to come near the room.

“Schmidt, wait, someone is going to-”

“Nobody is going to see us. Someone will hear us if you don’t keep quiet.” He insisted, his mouth open as he tried to catch his breath. His suit was around his knees, shirt discarded with the rest of your clothes while you hovered over his dick naked. Schmidt did prefer the comfort of your room to fuck you in, but in the heated moment the two of you shared, pissed at the world around you and deciding to take it out on each other, this would do.

Blushing at his words, you bit down on your bottom lip and nodding, doing your best to keep quiet while you rested your knees on his thighs, feeling him guide himself into you, his free hand coming to grab your waist, moving you to settle down on his dick. Your head fell back as you moaned, clinging to his shoulders while your hips rocked down onto him, Schmidt’s head falling forward into your chest, kissing the tops of your breasts before nipping at the skin of your neck and jaw.

“You’re so beautiful...how did I get so lucky?” He murmured, pressing wet kisses up your neck before finally looking into your eyes. Your gaze was locked on Schmidt’s as you continued to ride him, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his neck, forehead pressed against his as you raised up and sank back down onto his dick.

“Shh, don’t, don’t say that,” You whimpered at his words, closing your eyes tightly. You didn’t know why you were getting overemotional, but his words were so soft compared to how rough he was thrusting up into you - it didn’t hurt, but it didn’t match the tone of his words. “Please, Schmidt, just fuck me.”

And he did. He kept his grip locked down on your hips as he guided you up and down his dick, the sounds of skin slapping against each other echoing the room. You couldn’t bite your moans back any longer and pressed your lips to his shoulder, moaning into his skin to muffle you. His lips found your own shoulder, biting and sucking dark bruises into your skin, his pace quickening as he felt you tighten around him.

“Желим те, please Schmidt, oh, plea-”

“What? What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give it to you, liebling.” You whined at his words and felt your core tighten, locking in place sunken onto his dick while he gasped, his fingers digging into your ass that was in his lap.

“I want you, Schmidt,” You weren’t quite at your peak just yet, but you were getting close. Schmidt, on the other hand, wasn’t going to let you quit now. Tugging your head back by your hair, he stared up at you, smirking to himself at the sight of you.

“Not yet,” He warned, one hand in your hair, the other around your waist. He needed to hear it from you, what you were going to tell him, “Not until you tell me what you were going to say.”

It caught you off guard, his demand. Of all the times he wanted you to think, now wasn’t the time. Casting your gaze down at him, eyebrows knitted close, you shook your head, confused.

“I don’t, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You whined when he thrusted up in you suddenly, trying to get you to focus, “Ernst...please...I don’t remem-”

“When you came to see me earlier - you said all those things about me, you didn’t finish the last part,” He kept his hips moving up into you, reaching his peak as he stared up at you. All he wanted to do was cum in you as you told him that you loved him, “Please...just tell me.”

He was so desperate to hear the confession. His eyes glazed over as he pressed his forehead to you, closing his eyes tightly. If you didn’t love him as much as you did, you might’ve found him to be rather pathetic at the moment.

“Волим те,” You whispered, clinging to him as your orgasm began to finally hit you. You whined and wrapped your arms around him tighter, your legs shaking as you pressed your lips to his cheek, peppering his face with kisses, “Волим те....Волим те….Волим те.”

Of course you had to say it in Serbian - the one language Schmidt still had yet to learn. Before he could beg you to tell him in English, he felt his cock twitch in you and his orgasm finally hit. With a grunt, he sank his teeth into your shoulder, panting against your skin as he came down from his high. You on the other hand, went limp against him, trying to catch your breath.

Both of you sat like that for a few moments, catching your breath while gently petting one another. Your hands running up and down his neck while his went up and down your back. When your brain finally cleared, you sat back and looked down at him, a smile on your face. Schmidt smiled back up at you, taking your face into his hands before kissing you softly.

The kiss was sweet, delicate, pure. This was the Schmidt that you knew, your Ernst - your beloved spaceman. You knew despite all his pent up anger, he was good and gentle. When you both pulled away from the kiss, his mouth fell open to speak, but was cut off by the door opening, although nobody was standing outside.

“Did you do that?” Schmidt found himself asking, staring in shock at the door. Your attention was pulled from the door and at him.

“Ernst, how could I have opened the door if I’m sitting on your dick?” You questioned. You watched his cheeks go red, his eyes glancing towards you before nodding, “Right…”

Helping you up, the two of you quickly pulled your clothes back on, smoothing your hair down to not make it so obvious that you had jumped each other's bones in the airlock. You cleared your throat and took a step forward to see what it was that let you out before coming to a sudden stop by Schmidt.

“Wait, I’ll go first. You just stay back, okay?” You knew there wasn’t time to argue. You obeyed and stayed back, lingering in the doorway of the airlock while Schmidt ventured out, the faint tapping noise picking up the farther he got out.

“Be careful!” You warned, your fingers toying with the string of your sweatpants. Your gaze kept locked on Schmidt as he continued to move down the hall, his steps soon slowing to a stop as he turned, looking down the other end of the hall. He seemed to be in shock with whatever it was that he saw.

“What? What is it-” As you made your way towards him, your own gaze went down the hall where the noise was coming from, your words cut off by your gasp at the sight of a single arm crawling down the hallway.

“Stay here, make sure it doesn’t leave!” Turning, Schmidt quickly rushed back to the door of the airlock, pressing down on the intercom to get everyone down there. “I need the whole crew on M-Deck, as fast as you can.”

Your eyes kept focused on the arm that was crawling to you, stepping back once as if it were going to jump at you. From your spot down the hall you heard the Commander ask who had let them out of the airlock, all for Schmidt to urge them to hurry.

As Schmidt made his way back towards you, standing beside you, both of you couldn’t take your eyes off the arm. It looked to be Mundy’s arm, but you weren’t sure if it was or wasn’t. Of all the things that were happening, this was by far the strangest.

It didn’t take long for the crew to make their way down to M-Deck, the rest of the crew surrounding you and Schmidt as he pointed towards the end of the hall, the arm continuing to make it’s slow approach towards you. When you looked over at Mundy who was beside you, your eyes widened at the sight of his missing arm.

Well that would explain the arm crawling around.

“We need to catch it,” Hamilton explained suddenly. She was right, you couldn’t just stand around watching it, “I’ll go get something.”

While she rushed off to find something to capture the arm, Tam and Schmidt rushed forward, grabbing it and holding it steady until Hamilton came back with a glass box, placing it over the arm to trap it.

“Be careful with it!” Mundy cried. Looking up at him, you offered an apologetic smile, “I just don’t want them to break it.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that, Mundy.”

He winced slightly, lips pulling to a thin smile before looking back ahead as Schmidt approached Mundy. You were just as annoyed as Mundy was when Schmidt asked if he were controlling his arm.

“I’m not controlling it! It’s over there!” Mundy explained, motioning towards his arm that was kept in the box.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure! Because right now I’m giving you the finger!” The two men locked eyes for a moment, as if ready to start arguing before turning back towards the arm.

“How is that alive?” You found yourself asking, crossing your arms over your chest as you took a step closer towards it, wanting to take a closer look. Before you could get too close, Schmidt pulled you back.

“Don’t get too close to it, we don’t know what-”

“It’s my bloody fucking arm, Schmidt! What else could it be?” Letting go of you, Schmidt sighed as he glanced around the room.

“One thing is clear. The overload did it. None of us believed it was real, but this is the paradox,” Of course nobody wanted to believe him, it was too out there to believe that it was real. “Particles interacting with each other across different dimensions. Two distinct realities in a multiverse...fighting to occupy the same space, creating chaos.”

Schmidt paused for a moment, catching his breath from his scientific explanation, Mundy having a seat to process everything while everyone else stayed frozen in their spots around each other.

“These aren’t the things we know...because they don’t belong to us.”

And then it began to click with everyone. Jensen, Schmidt’s communication logs, your own hidden stash of medicine that the Commander found. This wasn’t from your reality, but another.

"While another paradox is thriving, our's is burning...failing." You mumbled. You glanced over at the Commander, who looked between you and Schmidt in guilt. Of course you were still pissed at the accusation, but it seemed to finally click with him that you were telling the truth. Yes, Jensen was too, but that was in her reality, not your’s.

“Uh, guys. I think my arm is trying to write something.”

Looking over your shoulder towards Mundy’s arm that was captured, you were only slightly surprised to see that it was, in fact, trying to write something.

“Quick, somebody get a pen!” At the Commander’s order, Hamilton quickly turned and looked around for a pen, coming back with a red marker and handing it to Mundy, who gave it to his own arm.

“Oh, that’s creepy.” He groaned, stepping back to watch his arm.

As his arm began to scribble, the crew surrounded the glass cage, reading the words CUT VOLKOV OPEN.

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Standing on the other side of the table that Volkov lied on. You glanced ahead at Acosta who held the knife in his hand, shaking as it hovered over Volkov’s chest. He seemed uncomfortable, not able to cut open into him. When he dropped the knife, he sighed and looked around.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do it.”

“Come on, you’re the doctor-”

“Give it to me, Acosta,” You explained, cutting Mundy off with your hand extended out in front of you. When Acosta did, you took a deep breath and looked down at Volkov. It was almost as if he were sleeping, and perhaps that’s why it took you a moment before finally cutting into him.

The knife sinking into his chest wasn’t the worst part, cutting down until you had enough to rip open. It was ripping him open that made your stomach turn. Taking a hold of either side of his opened chest, you broke open his front, trying to ignore the tearing sounds and the smell from his organs.

When the smell hit you in the face, you jolted back, your arm coming up to your face to cover your nose and mouth, gagging harshly. You shook your head as Tam came up to you, holding your hand in front of her.

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” You smiled weakly at her before turning back to Volkov, exhaling through your mouth before going back in.

Your hands sank into Volkov’s organs, surprised to feel the warmth still in him. It reminded you of Thanksgiving with your family, how you always refused to stuff the turkey because you hated the feeling of the guts.

“Mama, please, I don’t want to do this, you know I hate it!” You whined, your face turned away as your hands sank into the turkey, your face going green.

“Oh just smile! I want to put this in the scrapbook!” Your mother insisted, holding a camera to your face.

You winced and peeked an eye open, “Mama!” You whined, earning a laugh from your father who sat at the table prepping the potatoes with your brother and sister.

“Come on dear, just smile once for your mother, it’ll be over before you know it.” Your father cooed, pausing his moments from slicing the potatoes to look over at you near the oven.

Groaning, you glared slightly for a moment before complying, opening your eyes and smiling weakly at the camera, watching as the flash went off before your mother grinned at you.

“Okay, I think that was enough torture for you. Go wash up and come back and you can help me with the pie.”

Ripping your hands from the turkey, you quickly rushed out of the kitchen and down the hall towards the bathroom, the repeated “ew, ew, ew” echoing throughout the home.

You tried to not think about what you were digging through, your eyes sealed tight as your arms sank in Volkov more, elbows deep before finally feeling something. It felt cold, sphere shaped, something that clearly didn’t belong inside of someone’s organs.

“I found something!” You exclaimed, gripping onto whatever you caught and slowly pulling it out of Volkov. When you stood up straight, holding out what you found, you nearly dropped it in shock. It was the gyro.

The missing gyro was inside Volkov.

#paradox burning #ernst schmidt #ernst schmidt imagine #ernst schmidt smut #ernst schmidt x reader #ernst schmidt x you

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heavenbarnes · 5 years ago

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it's not a threat, it's a warning

Margot Robbie x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: porn without plot (literally sex scene after sex scene), adultery, dry humping, titty sucking, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, pregnancy, semi-public sex, swearing, dirty talk, gentle degradation, riding (sex toys),

Word Count: 7,606

what’d that pretty girl from stranger things say? “ask for forgiveness, not permission” so this is me asking for forgiveness and just reminding you that you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to x

Your universe started and ended with Margot, that was for sure.

The moment you took the job on this film, and you saw your co-star sitting across the long table from you, your world would never be the same again. You’d known it from the moment she’d grinned at you, teeth pressed gently against a polished nail.

Your heart had leapt straight into your mouth, though you wouldn’t let it show. You channeled your most courageous smirk, letting your eyes cast over her, unabashedly.

From then on, things only continued to change and you found yourself measuring your time on this planet in before Margot and after Margot. The newest turn of the century.

Playing “the girl’s best friend” by her side was both a blessing and a curse. To get that close to her, to mimic the confidante and the one to see her vulnerability was a prize you’d hold close to your chest. But how do you act away the raw feeling of heat that pulls you towards her whenever you see her.

You find a way, you suppress it, well enough you would say. Nobody else seems to notice, and that’s exactly how you want, how you need it. You felt as if your emotions were wound together in a tight bow and she had each end in two of her slender fingers, ready to pull you apart whenever she felt.

Margot saw right through you, she saw the way you battled each day to keep your thoughts down your throat. However, she’d grown bored in the past few months and was steadily on the look out for her newest interest.

Her interests looked an awful lot like you.

You couldn’t lie, a part of you also knew exactly what she was doing. You weren’t dumb, you let her pick you apart and play to each of your hidden desires. Who were you to deny a woman like her?

You were the glass, and she was the blower. You let her ignite you with molten heat, moulding you into whatever she needed you to be.

A hot day, set in the middle of a cornfield, frustrations were running high. The heat whipped past your face, tendrils of hair stuck to your forehead against the beads of perspiration. You felt a mess, crawling in your skin, wanting nothing more than to peel off each layer until you felt the cool relief.

Of course Margot looked not a hair out of place, standing on her mark and ready to have you all speechless with a performance for the ages. What would go down in your history books is the way that single bead of sweat rolled down her neck and past the collar of her shirt, you wanted to chase it.

It was that scene, she goes back to find her childhood home but it’s gone. She collapses, screaming into the void. You cling onto her as she falls into the crops.

Knowing your bodies would be pressed to another as you held her weight. Knowing the way the silk of her skin would feel against yours. Her scent would overwhelm you. It was nearly too much.

But here you were filming it, going like clockwork as you meet your marks each time. She launches herself into your arms, and she fits like a glove. It was like your hands were made to hold her. You don’t feel a strain.

This was where she was always made to land.

As soon as you hear that cut, you’re on a war path to your trailer. The more you’re out here, the harder it is to think. You need to be locked behind a door where you cannot make choices that might ruin lives.

The cold water you snatch from the basket on your way saves a life. Slamming the trailer door shut behind you and plopping yourself down on the window seat at the end. The water runs down your throat and cools your heart.

You’re allowed to think for a moment, think about anything other than-

Her figure appears in the doorway of your trailer, closing it shut softly behind her. Everything about her is soft, her movements, her voice, her skin under your hands. She makes a quick stride in front of you.

“How are you?” She plays with the robe of yours that hangs on the wall beside her.

“I’m good, how is your husband?”

The chirp of a giggle sounds from her lips, eyes rolling as she funnels the silk between her fingers. She brings the fabric to her face, running it under her nose. The thought of her taking in your own scent? Your moving the water bottle between your legs to cool down.

“I don’t think you give a fuck?”

“You’re right, I don’t.”

She takes the garment off the hanger, sliding it over her shoulders. She dips her head back, long hair brushes against the back of it. Is she marking your belongings? What is she playing at?

“Then why do you ask, baby?”

Your fingers squeeze tighter around the bottle, almost enough to have it bubbling over. You watch her tiptoe around your space, taking in everything, taking up everything. There isn’t a square of space that she hasn’t made her own.

“I thought it’d be a deterrent.”

“And that’s what you want, for me to be deterred?”

“Fuck off, Margot.”

Her giggle was disarming, you physically felt your muscles loosening with the melodic sound of her existence.

“Come on, you don’t mean that!” She cooed, walking towards you. “You get mean when you’re defensive.”

Your clothing, on her body, billowed behind her as she made her way over to you. Your eyes found the bottle in your fingers, desperate to keep your attention on anything else. Her fingers came into your view, taking the drink from your grasp and into her own.

Your gaze traveled up and to the crisp white blouse she was wearing. Without a flinch, she tipped the drink straight over her chest, the water saturating the fabric and splattering as it hit the floor of your trailer.

Your gulp was the next most audible thing in that small space, just slightly louder than the blood rushing in your ears. You knew what was about to happen, and you knew that you weren’t going to be strong enough to stop it.

“Oh no, this is ruined.” She threw the bottle over her shoulder as she looked down at her front. “Help me take this off?”

Your hands moved at the speed of light, coming up to her and gripping the damp fabric in your hands. In one motion you pulled her towards you, and in the other you tugged outwards. The buttons flew into the air as the most gentle skin was exposed to you.

Margot fell forward into you, shuffling the clothes off her arms and into a pile on the floor. Your hands secured onto her waist, pulling her into your lap and flush against you. You moved up to her chest, cupping her through the padding of her bra.

“My husband is good, but he’s never this good.”

“Shut up.”

Your growl brought a smile onto her lips, baring those perfect teeth to you as she wiggled her hips. Your fingers gripped the cups of her bra, pulling them down swiftly and exposing her chest. It was her incentive to reach around and un-clip it, you were busying yourself with the taste of her mouth.

Her tongue slid soft against yours as your lips met, her mouth so hot and wet and undeniably perfect. There wasn’t a lot in her that couldn’t be described as perfect. There was no reason on earth that someone should look like, act like, feel like this. But here Margot was.

Your fingers twisted around her nipples, tweaking at them to elicit a squeal from her. That kind that made her rut her hips against you, reminding you of the dangerous heat that was just radiating in your trousers.

Margot’s fingers threaded into your hair, nails dragging against your scalp and making you purr. She pulled your head away from hers, getting a good look at your blown our eyes and reddened lips.

She pushed your head down, bringing your lips to her nipple for you to latch around. Her head tipped back, a delicious moan slipping out and filling your ears. Her idea of paradise, you hot against her whilst you suckled at her breast.

Your hands fell to her ass, gripping at her gently so you could pull her even closer to your core. You just wanted to feel her grind against it, give a little friction to your clit, put you out of your misery.

A rap of knuckles at the door was sure to poke holes in this one.

“Mmph!” You called out, never releasing her from your mouth.

“Girls, we’re lighting the next scene, we need you out here!”

It wasn’t a groan of pleasure this time, frustration filled you as you were forced to pull away from her honey-sweet skin. She patted your hair back, soothing you quietly before stepping off of your lap.

You stood as she did, reaching over the back of a chair to find her a shirt. She slipped it on, your eyes trying to avoid how sweet she looked bathed in your clothes. She stepped forward, nearly nose to nose with you.

You couldn’t help but jump, her hand moving swiftly to cup your cunt through your trousers. A pathetic whimper fell out, earning a cheeky grin from Margot.

“Girls night tonight?”

And the girls night went well into the morning, visions of pillow flights and rolling about in cotton sheets. You sat back against your headboard, glass of wine in one hand, your other arm draped around Margot’s bare shoulders.

Her head lay against your chest, rising and falling with each breath. Her soft hair tickled you gently as you lay in silence. So much of your time together lay in silence, unable to say what you possibly needed to.

Margot sensed a change in your breathing, a change in the way your heart beat within your chest. She rose slightly, gazing up to meet your eyes. Her gentle smile subconsciously drew one to your lips.

“You think too much, lovely.” She sighed, fingers drawing back to gently rub against your stomach.

“You give me too much to think about.”

She huffed a breath out her nose, shrugging in halfhearted agreement. She shuffled against you, rolling so she lay between your legs. The glass of wine was taken from your grasp and placed on the side table.

Sheets were peeled back, leaving you exposed to Margot. The air of the room pricked against your skin, raising bumps against it. She was quick to sate the chills, moving down the bed till she was eye-line with the meeting of your thighs.

Long fingers came to grasp your thighs, pushing your legs up till they bent at the knee. She kissed along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, leaving your thighs shaking just enough for a trained eye to notice.

“You smell like honey, honey.” Margot giggled, eyes meeting yours for a moment before dropping back to your heat.

She drew in a deep breath before pressing a kiss to your clit, listening for your reaction. You let out a long held breath, relaxing back into the pillows, sinking further into the mattress.

Your fingers lifted to her hair, curling into it and massaging gently in appreciation. She hummed as she licked gently, collecting your wetness and moving it to your clit. You rolled your hips up to the meet the movements, chasing the feeling of her mouth on you.

Her hands moved off your thighs, sliding up to your chest to tweak at your nipples as she worked. This was her in every sense of the word, ensuring there was no aspect of you that she hadn’t covered. You had to be wholly hers.

How much of her was yours?

“Stop thinking and start pulling my hair.” She spoke against you, the vibrations of her words making your knees falter.

You took a good grip and tugged her closer, forcing her tongue further into your core. You let out a satisfied moan, her ministrations speeding up the more force you gave her.

You couldn’t help but slide down the sheets, bringing your wetness to her mouth, hand delivered for her taking. You were more than willing to give her whatever she could want, whatever she could take.

She was spurred on by the growl that omitted from your chest as she nipped at you, ever so gently. It made her fingers grip just that bit harder, her tongue just a little bit more deft.

That was just how it worked, you both fed off of each other. From the moment you both met, it became obvious that your existence had become a reaction to the other one’s being.

The air on your cunt drew you out of your thoughts, that and Margot coming up on her knees and crawling towards you. Her hands came to your face, gently moving her fingers against your skin.

She kept your gaze for a moment, holding you steady in her grasp. You felt a sudden crack against your cheek, her open palm colliding with you and reddening the skin in its wake.

Her other hand closed around your chin, pulling you in closer until you could feel her breath fanning over you.

“Will you get out of your own head and fuck me already?”

You were the quick draw this round, launching forward and having her back against the mattress in a matter of seconds. The salacious grin that painted across her face had your mind on one thing only.

You drew your knee up, pressing against her pussy, feeling her already wet against you. Her mouth fell open with a cheeky giggle, finally getting exactly what she wanted out of you. Attention.

“That’s more like it, was that all I had to do, get a little rough with you?” Her words were clipped by breathy moans.

“When will you learn to keep this mouth shut?” You nipped gently at her lower lip, whispering into her mouth.

You drew back your knee to be soon replaced by two of your fingers plunging into her core, earning you a reward, a generous moan erupting from Margot’s chest.

“If this is what I get, I don’t think I ever will.”

In your perfect world, you’d have Margot everyday of the week. Your sheets would stay warm with the heat of her body every minute of the day, just waiting till she slipped back into them.

In reality, that’s just not how things could ever be, not as long as you lived like this. You could go days, the longest being a whole week, without having her grace your home.

For those times, you’d steal touches in the cover of your trailer. Your hunger would be sated by lifting her onto the makeup counter, slotting in between her thighs. Burning hot stolen kisses when a spare moment could be found.

Those periods of time where you couldn’t have each other alone at night, Margot was near wild by the time you got to her. She’d spend the days teasing, riling you up, doing her best to get a rise out of you. She missed it just as much as you did.

Constant craving, in it’s truest form. Neither of you would ever truly get exactly what you wanted, not with all you had at stake. Gambling with a losing hand, that’s what this truly was at the root of it.

Having her in secret always came with the territory, and there was an undeniable thrill to it all. She breezed into your trailer easy enough, the sound of the door closing sent you into motion. Your hands had learnt over time the quickest way to rid her of clothes.

There was nothing that displayed your primal instincts for her than when you were fully clothed and she was as naked as the day she was born. She never minded, if you asked her it actually made her wetter than before. That and the way your hands guided her to the seat under the window.

The window that looked out to an empty field, completely barren for miles, where nobody went. You hiked her knees up onto the bench seat, running your fingers from her knees up onto her hips. Your chin rested on her shoulder, whispering your desires into the air.

“You want me in this hot little cunt?” The filth of your words a stark contrast to the purity of her beauty.

She groaned in response, pressing her bare ass back against your crotch, answering your question for you. You slid your hands forward, holding them flush against her tight stomach.

You slid them down towards her pussy, rubbing over her mound and towards her slit. You dragged two fingers along her, collecting her wetness and spreading it to her clit. You soaked your fingers in her sweetness, reveling in her cries.

So responsive to any touch you could spare, any bit of attention you could give her. She rolled her heat into your hand, daring you to slip your fingers up and within her.

You never were strong enough to say no to her.

So you had her wrapped around your fingers in a moment, muscles clenching tights around them and willing you to pump them harder and faster. You slipped your free arm tight around her waist and pulled her into you.

The soaking wet sounds you elicited from her had your thighs clenched together, the pulsing between your legs a direct result of the way she felt under you. Her own hands tweaked at her nipples.

“I’ve never been touched like the way you do.”

You desperately wanted to ask “so how does he touch you, then?” but you knew better than that. You knew you didn’t want to even think of him touching her. But it should would be nice to solidify that you did it better.

The way she rode your hand, flexing her hips against him, eager to make her way to orgasm, that told you in no uncertain terms. Everything she did drew you in closer and made you want to explore more of her.

In the quiet of your trailer, where only the two of you knew, she came with a shout of your name and a strong grip on your wrist. Once again, you’d been enough for her. More than enough for her.

Days on location were even harder, less hidden space for you both to slip into. You weren’t in control of your surroundings, you couldn’t know where someone might come from. God forbid you got caught, the fine line you both walked each day.

This time you were mid-city, streets blocked off so you could do this scene in a car. A ‘67 Chevy Nova with the top down, the heat of the afternoon sun beating down on the both of you. You drummed your fingers against the steering wheel, watching Margot fidget in your peripheral.

Pushing your sunglasses up your nose, you watched the crew rush around you as you did all you had to do, sit still and look pretty. You sunk down in the leather seat, Margot’s constant movement agitating you.

You reached your breaking point as she huffed for the eighth time in a minute. Your hand shot out, gripping her thigh and anchoring her to the seat. The corner of your eye caught the small smile that found its way to her face.

“Are you finished, miss?” You sighed, knowing she’d gotten exactly what she wanted.

“Eh, I’m sure I’ll find something else.” Tilting her head towards you, you saw the smile spread across her features.

Your natural reaction was to match her expression, something you’d never been able to control. She’d won again, just collecting winning after winning when it came to you.

The feeling of Margot’s fingers against the skin of your hand drew your attention to her lap. You loosened the grip on her thigh as you felt her starting to move your hand at her discretion.

As soon as you felt her moving it upwards, your heart nearly beat out your chest. The soft cotton of her skirt was drifting over your hand as she placed it on her upper thigh. You darted your eyes around, checking to see if anyone was paying attention.

Tapping two of your fingers against her thigh, heat rose within you as you felt her spread her legs for you. Her complacency, when she wasn’t testing you, could have you soaked in seconds. You moved in, gently wrapping your fingers under her heat.

You were expecting to feel resistance from a pair of cotton underwear, but were instead met directly with her slit, which was already wetting your fingers. You snapped your head in her direction, watching the way her eyes rolled back in her head as you dipped your fingers in.

“You’re such a naughty little slut, aren’t you?” You spoke nonchalantly, so not to draw attention to yourselves.

“Got to get your attention some how, right?” Her words were clipped with whimpers as you played with her.

“I give you plenty attention, it’s just impossible to keep you satisfied.”

If anyone was to watch, you’d just think it was a conversation between two friends. You’d both become awful good at keeping it cool, however, just under the surface you did have the tips of your fingers sinking into her tight heat.

“Well, you’re doing a pretty good job of it now.”

“So all I have to do is keep my fingers buried in you at all times? Easy done.”

You cut off her next bite by curling your fingers up, pulling forward and watching her mouth drop open. You pumped them steadily, listening for those tiny cries that she was trying so hard to to keep down.

“Quit being so naughty and touch your clit for me.”

She was quick to follow instruction, bringing her hand under her skirt to rub furious little circles. You felt her hips roll forward into your hand, bucking up with every pump.

You felt her restricting around you, quickly finding her way towards her peak. She bit her lip, gripping down on your wrist and digging her nails in tight. Her pussy felt like a vice around you, soaking your fingers and the top of your hand.

“You going to be good?”

She let you have your hand back, drawing it out from under the skirt and raising it to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the fingers that had just been inside her, cleaning them off with her eyes on yours, doing nothing for that heat between your legs.

“So good that I’ll even ride you tonight, my tits in your face, just how you like.” Her voice never breaking, like she was reading her grocery list.

The moan you choked back hurt like hell, shuffling against the sticky seats. It’d gotten hotter in those past moments and you were beginning to stick. You settled with a nod, willing the hours to pass you by and get you the fuck home.

You were home soon enough, maybe because you packed in as soon as you’d heard Margot’s offer. Admittedly, you were probably a shit to work with that day, wanting nothing more than to get behind the door of your bedroom. It had you on edge, cutting everything short in hopes it’d get you home quicker.

As soon as you crossed over the threshold into the promised land, you were sure to take her up on that promise. You walked backwards until your knees hit the bed, pulling her forward with you as you went.

Her front hit yours, the weight of her dropping against you. As you released your breath, you felt her sink into you, molding into the shape of your body. Her weight on top of you, the feeling of her against your body, this was how it was always meant to be.

She pushed up against you, moving you back up the bed until she could sit up. Her fingers were quick on the buttons of your shirt, yours just the same. The clothes flew off the bed, a tangle of moving to kick them away. Your base desire to have her bare skin against you, making itself known.

Margot situated herself back on your hips, rolling her own into you. The feeling of her skin against yours, in the most sensitive areas had your eyes rolling back in your head. Your fingers gripped onto her hips, pulling her in harder to you.

“Sit back against the pillows, I’ll go grab it.” She whispered, leaning forward and pressing her lips to yours for a moment.

You complied, shuffling back and sitting up so you could have her in your lap. She returned with your strap, passing it forward for you to put on. She sat in between your legs, looking up the length of your body with something in her eyes that you couldn’t quite place.

It was there every time you were alone, something like hunger, but something like she was ready to risk everything to have you in her hands. She bent down, grasping her hands around the length of your strap, wrapping her lips around the tip.

Brushing your fingers through her hair, you pulled it round to the side, grasping it into a bunch in your hands. You guided her as she sunk her mouth down around it, the sounds driving straight to the heat in your stomach.

Her eyes drifted up to yours, locking in your sights as she took it right down her throat. You couldn’t help but let out a groan, the sight of her between your legs and taking you so nicely, what did you do in another life to get this lucky?

You brought your hands down the length of her neck, feeling her shiver under the feather-light touches. You drew them against her shoulder blades, coming to her underarms to lift her towards you.

“You look awful pretty with my cock in your mouth but I heard I was getting tits in my face?”

She giggled, sitting in your lap, still softly stroking the silicone in front of her. She lent into you, hovering her lips just moments from yours.

“And you say I’m the one who can never get enough.”

“Watch your mouth.”

“Watch how I move.”

And with that, she was lowering herself onto the strap, her fingers spreading her pussy apart so you could see where you sunk into her. The gasps and whimpers that fell from you were entirely unintentional, but well received by Margot.

She rocked forward, the end that was snug inside you shifted and forced your eyes to roll back. Margot let out a stuttered groan, bracing her hands on the headboard above you.

True to her word, she lent forward until your face rest between her breasts. Your hands came up to take one in each, rolling the soft skin in your palms before you tweaked at her nipples. She cast her head back, rolling her hips against you as a soft call of your name spread around the room.

She pulled herself up to only sink back down, taking your strap right to the hilt. You tilted your head to take her nipple in your mouth, the sweet scent of her skin enveloping you entirely. With her against you like this, all your could see was the expanse of her skin.

Just like that she’d done what she was so good at, made sure that she was the only thing that existed for you.

Margot tired of the slow and sensual and within an instant she was bouncing in your lap and leaving you breathless. She drew her chest back from you, allowing your hands to slide up her sides as you watched in awe.

She brought her own arms up, tousling her hair and stretching her hands towards to ceiling. She looked as if she was celebrating, her girlish giggles screamed innocence whilst her actions painted her as awfully naughty.

You could only look on in amazement, this girl that seemed to hold the world in the palm of her hand, but chose to hold onto you instead. Your arms wrapped around her waist and you forced yourself out of bed.

Pressing her back to the mattress, legs flung over your shoulders as you made the split decision to rail her. There was no such thing as restraint when you were dealing with a girl like her. There was no time to keep your thoughts and feelings to yourself.

The way that she moved, she spoke, it all set your soul alight and had you aching to release the carnal desires that swirled inside of you. Margot had no qualms, a scream omitting from her as your angle hit it just right.

“Oh god, just like that baby.” She squealed, hands reaching around to squeeze your ass.

All your power and energy went into pounding her through that mattress. An awful lot like how every part of you went into her, God created you to keep Margot interested.

You lowered your head, eyes holding tight with her own gaze. Those big eyes blinked up at you, tears pricking the corners from the pleasure coursing through her.

Your lips connected with hers, anything to stop you from saying what your instincts were trying to force out of you. Her hands moved up to your head, holding you mouth against hers as her tongue slipped inside.

Passion like this is not coincidental, it is never a mistake that a fever like this breaks the moment you lay eyes on each other. What you are doing might not be right, but you cannot say that it is a mistake.

The day they told you that there was another shoot on location, you had to stop your eyes from rolling. But when they told you it was out of town, you felt Margot’s eyes practically burning a hole into the side of your head.

You knew what it meant, a different city, a hotel room with hallways that could be crept through without anyone knowing.

And that it certainly was.

You were only away for a week, but that week saw a knock at your hotel door every night. This evening, there was no exception.

You opened it to Margot, beautiful as always with a grin, but there was something different. This grin had secrets behind it, secrets different than usual.

She was also wearing a coat indoors, one hand rested on the tie that kept it shut. She stepped through the door of your room and closed the door behind her.

You were forced to step backwards and let her into the room, not that you were complaining. She held onto the end of the tie, tugging gently as it came away. She took on side of the coat into each of her hands.

She pulled the open and presented herself to you, bare naked aside from the heels that adorned her feet. Your tongue came out to swipe along your bottom lip. There she was, always finding something else to drive you fucking crazy.

“You walked through the halls of this hotel with nothing on underneath that?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Where anybody could’ve caught you?”

“Not worried somebody could see your treat, are you?”

“Get your hands against the window, I’ll be back.”

And for once in your life, Margot had listened to you without an argument. Maybe it was the tone in your voice? The “don’t fucking question me, right now” kind of tone.

You stepped back into the main part of the room and there she was, hands pressed to the window that overlooked the city. You came up behind her, bending slightly to trail your hand from her ankle, up her leg until it came to rest on her hip.

You brushed her hair to the side, nestling in her neck and kissing it just gently. You pressed into her behind, letting her feel the silicon of your strap that was now resting between the cheeks of her ass.

Your foot came out and kicked her legs open just that bit further. Wrapping your palm around the strap, your drew it against the wetness of her slit.

“W-what if somebody looked in and saw?” You’d never heard her so hesitant before.

“Oh, so now you care about somebody seeing whats mine?”

“Yours, your right, it is yours.” Her moan was intoxicating, her head falling forward to rest against the glass.

With one dip, you sunk the strap all the way into her. It knocked the breath out of her, making her shoot one hand back to grip your own hip.

You took it in your hand, bringing it back to the window but keeping your grasp around it. You pulled her hips back slightly so we was almost bent over.

Rocking your hips forward, you created a rhythm that had desperate cries tumbling from her lips. You gripped her tighter, with every thrust you pulled her pussy back against you.

Your gaze lifted up to the city in front of you, buildings across from your own. Anybody could be looking in and watching the way you blew her back right out. You never let slip that it only spurred you on.

For so long you’ve wanted to tell someone, anyone, that this is exactly what your nights looked like. That those moans and cries were courtesy of the way you fucked her nicely.

You made her legs shake and her toes curl, you were able to make her gush around your strap. You wrapped your fingers in her hair and pulled her back up against your front.

Your fingers moved down to wrap around her throat. Her own hands quickly clasped around your wrist and held you there, willing you to squeeze harder.

“Nobody on this earth will ever fuck me as good as you do.” She gasped, throwing her hips back against your own.

“Tell me more.”

“Before this started, I would touch myself and think about how good you’ll feel on me.”

“More, give me more.”

“You want the truth?”

The spin of the world slowed down, everything shut down and the sound of your own blood pulsing in your ears was all you could hear. Your hand around her throat locked tighter, your hand on her hip moved to her clit, your lips rested so close to her ear.

“Tell me the truth.”

Her head turned to the side, her hips rolled back against you, just like that she was right back in control of everything and anything that happened between the two of you.

Her lips pursed and that wicked tongue darted out before speaking in a whisper so low, you felt it resonate within you.

“I think about you when I fuck my husband.”

You spun her round so quickly, hand on her back and bending her over the arm of the couch. The scream that ripped from her was feral as you plowed straight into her with a relentless pace.

Your world was spinning again, but as usual, it was orbiting right around the girl under your fingertips.

The day Margot came into work and just seemed, tired? Her opting to rest her head in your lap, let you play with her hair as she dozed. She didn’t look ill, if anything her skin was more radiant than usual.

Her hair was softer, and she just seemed to be brighter. But she was tired, and seemed to long for a softer touch. It didn’t mean she was any less all-over-you, whilst her energy was down, that seemed to have increased tenfold.

“Baaaaby.” She called out, stepping into your trailer with her shoulders dropped.

You looked up from your notes and gave her a kind smile, ushering her over with outstretched hands. She fell into your lap, her back pressed up against you and head tipped back on your shoulder.

“What’s got you down, buttercup?” You asked, wrapping your arms snug around her waist.

She groaned, unfolding your hands and slipping them up the sweater she was wearing. She’d rid herself of her bra and left your hands resting on her breasts. She wiggled against you, spurring you on to start massaging her gently.

“My tits are so sore, and I’m just so fucking tired.” She complained, melting into your touch.

“Well lucky all I am is a pair of hands.” You jested, rolling the tender skin in your palms.

The gentle sounds that fell from her were bliss, that paired with the fact she was quietly grinding herself into her hand whilst you worked. You hummed, pressing kisses along her jaw and let her enjoy herself.

It made a hell of a lot more sense those couple weeks later.

The day she ripped into your trailer like a hurricane and proudly lifted her shirt in front of you. You stepped back in shock, the shock of being greeted by her entirely bare front.

“Good morning to you too, honey.” You couldn’t help but laugh, and admire the sight this early in the day.

“What do you see?” She asked, the glee imminent in her voice.

“I see your body, baby.”

“Well you’re not wrong about the last part!”

“The last- wait, what?”

She pulled her shirt back down, a bright grin stretched across her face. Your eyes narrowed, brows shot up to your hairline. Suddenly the smile transferred to you, your body sending you across the room to pick her up in a spin.

“Margot! Congratulations, this is incredible!” You cooed, you took your hands from her waist as you placed her down and brought them to her cheeks.

It was her that pulled you in for the kiss, the clashing teeth and tongues kind of kiss. The ‘please don’t let this end’ kind of kiss. The kind you’ve become all too familiar with.

It was also her that drew back from you first, laying her head against your collarbone and humming gently in time with your heartbeat. You ran your hands down her back, holding her close against you and enjoying the happiness.

“You’ll still like me when I’m round?”

“Something tells me I’ll even find it sexy.”

And like most things, you were right.

The sun cast through the window of your bedroom and drifted over Margot’s form as she lay back against the plush pillows. The sun glimmered against her like it rose just for her. You couldn’t tell if you were witness to a “pregnancy glow” or if that was just something that was always within her.

Your eyes ran from her toes, up her long legs, across the swell of her belly, her breasts, and up to that smiling face. Her eyes looked hazy, blinking gently as she enjoyed the way you stared. Her fingers rose to beckon you close, the invisible string she kept on you drew you in.

Your fingers traced up the soft skin of her leg, nails grazing just enough to bring goosebumps to the surface. You continued up across the skin of her stomach, moving gently across her breasts and stopping to cup her face.

Margot sighed into your touch, leaning up to bring her lips to yours. The kisses weren’t hungry and feverish, there was time for these ones, an unlimited time for you to savor her taste. She took your hand from her face, lowering it to rest between her legs.

She pressed your hand against the apex of her thighs, allowing you to feel the dampness that you caused. You chuckled into her mouth, your tongue moving in further and eliciting a moan from her at the feeling.

“You want to come for the 4th time today? It’s only 9am.” You mumbled, ever so slightly rubbing your fingers against her clit.

“It’s not me, it’s the hormones.” She retorted, pulling your face closer to her.

“As if you weren’t this insatiable before hand.”

“Please, honey, I need it.” The pull in her voice had you clenching around nothing.

“Keep talking.”

You drew back from her lips, as much as you could’ve come just from the way she moved her tongue against your own. You positioned yourself against her side, fingers still slow between her legs.

“All night, all I could think about was riding your fingers whilst you sucked on my nipples.” Her breathy moans hit you right in the gut. “My tits are so sore, I need you.”

There was no more persuasion needed, if Margot said she needed you, she got you.

You sunk two of your fingers into her, immediately curling them up and eliciting a filthy cry from her. Your thighs clamped together, grinding down as she huffed out moans of your name.

Lowering your head, you closed your lips around her nipple, sucking gently against it. You felt her clamp around your fingers, hips rolling forward to sink deeper onto them.

Your tongue swirled around the hard bud, teeth gently grazing around it. Margot wrapped her hand around your wrist, pulling your hand in closer. At that point, she was essentially using you for her own pleasure, and you couldn’t have been more willing.

Deep down, you hand no issues with her using your body to get herself off, and there had been the occasional time where she had. She tugged at your wrist, thrusting her hips as she did, fucking your fingers. You added another finger, a cry omitting from her as you stretched her out.

Her response to your motions had you sucking her skin just a bit harder, you were put on this earth to draw those cries from her lips. You were here to make her wet, to make her come, to have her writhing under your hands.

She was so wet, you could feel it against your hand, you moved your thumb up against her clit. Her head shot back and the way she shouted your name had a whimper dropping from your lips.

You furiously rubbed at her clit, fingers curling up with the motions and making her hips stutter against your hand. She wrapped her hands around your hair, stroking your scalp as you switched to her other nipple.

Her breathing was unsteady, clipped words from her brain trying to process what to say. She resorted to just calling your name, focusing on chasing the orgasm that was threatening to erupt at any moment.

You gently bit down on her nipple, curling your fingers up at that moment, and all hell broke loose. Her hands moved to your shoulders, nails sinking into the skin as she gripped you tight to her.

Her hips lifted from the bed, a near scream drifting across your bedroom. She rode your hand through the hot flashes of pleasure that took over her all at once. You felt your hand become soaked, the wetness cascading across your fingers and palm.

She came down slowly, her thighs shaking and breathing still choppy. You drew your fingers out, slowly rubbing her clit as she came back to earth. Her breasts still glistened with the traces of your mouth, but your lips were now pressed to her cheek.

You cooed to her gently, just how pretty she looked, how sexy she was with a round belly. She relaxed into your arms, breathing slowing down as her legs started to un-tense.

“You want to know something else I’ve been unable to get off my mind?”

“Enlighten me.”

“How about you come sit on my face and I’ll show you.”

You sat on the balcony of the hotel, the afternoon sun hot against your skin, Margot laying between your legs. The view overlooking the park below you, both so high up that nobody could look in.

Your robe barely covered you and she opted for her usual, nothing.

The warm air drifted over you, the silence welcomed you in and kept you safe. Safe from saying what your heart wouldn’t let you get out.

“What a ride this has been.” Her sweet voice drifted from below you.

Your mind cast back to that morning, your last interview for the press tour of this film. It was done and dusted, this was done and dusted.

Your flights left early the next morning, you were to return to your homes, your live reset back to normal.

But what was normal now that you knew the shape her mouth made as she called your name? Now you knew the way her legs shook as your fingers rested between them?

There was no denying that she’d done what you always knew she would, walk straight into your life and turn it upside down, before walking right back out again with a breathy laugh over her shoulder.

You knew if she looked up, she’d scold you for thinking too much. Your mind always seeming to be somewhere else. Somewhere with her.

Shutting down every thought that chipped away at you, reminded you that everything would soon come to an end. You shut that away, there was only one thing you could be certain of, any way.

Your universe started and ended with Margot.

That was for sure.

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evermorehaikyuu · 4 years ago

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It’s Nothing Special

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BREAKING NEWS | WHITE WALLS | AU CONTRAIRE

She was supposed to be out by now. The news that Y/N had been in the hospital or in some sort of ward were seen as rumors, albeit some people insisting that it was true.

The rumors had spiraled out of control to the point where Tsukishima didn’t know anything. If he texted any other members of her team, they all said the same thing: I don’t know. He found it ridiculous that they didn’t know, but he had a feeling that they were hiding her status from him. To make sure he didn’t get his hopes up or because of something happening? Either way, he just wanted to know if she was okay.

Even Semi and Tendou avoided telling him anything. Tendou and Semi constantly looked pale whenever he asked and they quickly changed the topic. It didn’t help either that they were constantly worried.

No matter how much his own team tried to cheer him up, that lingering doubt still stayed in the back of his head: Will she come back to normal? After the little bit of news that Yuki was the Unknown Address, he could tell the entire experience was traumatizing. Who in the world would try to murder their best friend because they got everything that they wanted? You’d think they’d find another way to unleash their anger and to go so far so as to threaten innocent people’s lives...Yuki was definitely not sane. They should’ve found out earlier. He should’ve done something to try and protect her, but then again what could he have done? Tsukishima’s thoughts were too conflicting and lying down in bed didn’t help.

Meanwhile, Y/N was sitting in her new place, frowning. She was trying to sort out everything that happened in the last week. Thanks to the amount of rumors swirling around, no one would blame her for staying out of the face of the public for a while. She took that time to try and see what she could gather.

Yuki was the Unknown, that much she knew. But how long had Yuki harbored those feelings? And why did he decide to work with her? Why would he threaten innocent people? What was in it for him?

Too many questions with no answers at all. Perhaps that was the reason why she could feel Yuki slipping away since the start of the meeting with Karasuno. His jealousy was too much to the point where he had even tried to kill her. She shouldn’t have forgiven him and even so, she was furious with him. He did not have any logic in his plan for one. Two, it was utterly ridiculous. Here she was, a sitting duck, all because doctors thought that she was going slightly insane. Maybe she was a little shaken, but to go ahead and treat her like someone in a ward, that’s what made her frustrated. That was Yuki’s fault.

Someone knocked at the front door and when it opened, Y/N tensed. Even though she knew she had given a copy of the key to Suki, it didn’t help that she was now more paranoid than before. When the girl walked in with freshly dyed hair, she was followed by the rest of Y/N’s team. Suki said, “This place is messier than what I expected.”

“Can you blame me?” Y/N sighed. She knew the place was messy but she couldn’t find the time (nor the willpower) to actually clean everything up.

“Not really.” Hikari said when he walked in, holding a bag of things Y/N didn’t recognize. “It’s crazy, to think that Yuki would do something like that. I never expected it.”

Yukie and Kaori walked in next, holding bags of food. Yukie said, “Sakura couldn’t come. She has to study for some finals she said, but she really wanted to be here.”

“Are we sure she isn’t actually scared?” Y/N joked bitterly. Those rumors had gotten to her own team. She genuinely wanted to deck Yuki now.

Her managers didn’t comment on anything and they instead got to work as Suki requested. The house before her morphed into what seemed like a butterfly transformation. All of the empty mugs everywhere were whisked into the kitchen, the lingering smell of someone who had lived there but didn’t care started fading away, the newspapers giving any idea of what happened to Yuki were discarded, the chips of glass from when she had broken a plate in fury as well as several others got swept, and soon enough, the house finally looked livable.

Hikari sat across from her, handing her a mug of her favorite hot drink. Y/N mumbled a thank you, but she already expected what their questions were going to be. After all, she hadn’t answered their calls for weeks and in her fit of rage, she’d broken it. Luckily, it wasn’t an expensive phone but it just went to show how furious she was that no one commented on her not picking up calls or answering messages.

Yuki had brought out a side of Y/N that nobody thought was there and it was in the worst way possible.

Taking a deep breath, the light haired boy across from her asked, “Are you comfortable with us asking you questions and telling you things?”

With a sip of her drink, Y/N thought about it. It seemed like an eternity since she’d seen her friends and now she was just tired. She wanted to curl up somewhere and sleep for a good week or so. It was nice that Hikari was asking though. Knowing his job, it might’ve been inspiration for something or other.

It seemed like Hikari read her mind then. “I won’t take it as inspiration. I’m not that cruel. I know what you’ve gone through, I just want your consent to ask if this is okay.”

The other three girls arrived in the living room, taking respective seats and all eyes were on Y/N. There was just a shadow of a doubt crossing her face before she responded. “Okay.”

“Yuki was incarcerated after we got to the scene. He claims that he was trying to kill you and even though he said that he’d leave Karasuno alone, he said he wouldn’t. He wanted to save Tsukishima last to savor his look of pain once he admitted that he had killed you. The reason why he wanted to do so was because he was jealous of you. Everything you had, he believed it was because of him. There’s an investigation going on about your parents because he had said something suspicious about it.”

Y/N frowned. This was adding up, but in a way she didn’t want to admit. “Yuki had something to do with my parents?”

“Not him exactly. As I said, there’s an investigation going on. Along with that, they’re going to find your real name and you can decide whether to take it back or keep your stage name.”

“I’ll keep my stage name, thanks.” It was supposed to come out jokingly, yet it seemed like the past month or so had deeply scarred her. She had one coherent thought come out of her. Tsukishima. “Is Tsukishima okay?”

“I can answer this.” Kaori said, plucking out a snack from Yukie’s hands. “He’s been severely worried about you and calling us all. However, Semi had said not to tell him anything about you because he knew how you were.”

“Ah yes, the cameras, I’ve been waving at them the entire time.” That was a lie, she’d been cursing out Semi and Yuki the entire time, making vulgar gestures at the camera when she was bored.

Kaori knew this because when Sakura had watched the footage, she always reported that. It had made her laugh then but at the sight of the broken girl before her, it didn’t seem as funny. “Tsukishima is still worried about you and he really wants to see you soon. Let’s just say that he’s also been driving his company insane because he refuses to cooperate until he knows you’re okay.”

Y/N’s heart raced against its own will. She could still remember the conversations she had had with him and how he had been able to make her smile easily. Karasuno had told her that he completely changed when they were talking and he was even excited nowadays if he knew that she’d be somewhere. He refused to always say anything about them both, but Y/N knew that he was just someone that didn’t talk openly about private things. It was clear in their messages, now that she thought about it. It was clear how much they cared about one another. After all, would she have done what she did for anyone else? She’d like to think so, but honestly, it depended. At least it was Tsukishima and not anyone else. She didn’t want to think about that. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s why Karasuno has been on break for about a week or so now. Trust me when I say that we’ve had to blackmail so many news outlets to stop talking about both of you. But they still do.” Kaori shrugged before sighing. “This entire thing has caused a lot of chaos.”

It was true. She could see it from the bags under their eyes and how tired they were. A flare of love and admiration for these four came up from within her. They had signed a contract to work with her but she saw them as her best friends. All of this work to make sure that her privacy was ensured. Even Suki, who appeared to loathe Tsukishima, had worked to try and let him down gently.

Suki had chosen that moment to speak, in a voice that Y/N had never heard from her before. It was much more gentle and soft. “I think it’s best if you talk to him at some point.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she looked at her. “Have you gotten past the enemy stage?”

She shrugged. “Let’s just say that if he makes you happy, I can deal.”

Yukie raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to see him soon?”

Y/N nodded. With that action of assent, Yukie grinned. “Good, because lover boy texted immediately. Come on. We’ll go to his company. Let’s get you ready.”

On the way to the company, Y/N could not stop moving. There was only the thought of what she would say to him. What could she say after this entire ordeal? Hi, I’m back, I missed you and it turns out I have genuine like like feelings for you but Yuki messed it all up--Yeah, scratch that, that was definitely not going to be something he’d tell him.

“Now you’re making me nervous and I’m not doing anything,” Suki joked, but the bitter tone behind it threw Y/N off.

“You okay?” Y/N knew her best friend like the back of her hand and something was up. “Is it Tsukishima?”

“Actually, no. It’s nothing really.” Suki looked at her sadly and shrugged. “All I’m wondering is why he did it until now. Looking at it from his point of view, don’t you think that he would’ve been smart to figure it all out earlier? What I’m saying is why now? What caused him to do something like that?”

Y/N had thought about that countless times. Considering the amount of openings she had had, it was just a wonder that he didn’t attack her from the start. Maybe she could go and talk to him or have someone else do so. But something wasn’t out in the open yet and she wanted to know.

Once they were at the familiar building, Y/N stepped out, staring up at it. “Is it too late now to go back?” She could feel the bile rising up her throat, nervousness infiltrating every part of her being. Maybe this was a worse idea than what she had thought.

“It’s just him, Y/N,” Kaori said gently, leading the group. They had gotten on an elevator to go to the very last floor.

Meanwhile, Tsukishima was pacing in that floor in the dance room. Yamaguchi, Kageyama and Hinata watched him curiously. Here the most monotone of the group was, extraordinarily worried for someone that shouldn’t have concerned him as much as it did. But as much as he denied it, those feelings were just feelings of love. Had he come to terms with them? Who knew?

Tsukishima looked up at the door for the umpteenth time today as if expecting Y/N to walk through or create a bigger possibility of her finally arriving. To his shock, the door opened and this time it wasn’t the others. It was Y/N’s managers as well as Hikari and Suki.

Yukie said, “All right, clear out, let’s give them some privacy.”

The other three started complaining, giving retorts as to why they should stay until Yukie grabbed Yamaguchi’s wrist, Kaori coaxed Hinata out of the door and Hikari made Kageyama follow him out. Suki went over to Tsukishima, her arms crossed as the door closed.

“Let me just warn you: she’s not the same. She’s changed. The girl still likes you though. Take care of her for me, got it?” With those words, Suki opened the door to show Y/N standing there.

But it didn’t seem like her anymore. The misery in her eyes was still there. Her posture was no longer like before, it seemed like she was shrinking back. It was clear from her trembling hands too that she didn’t know whether it was right to go in or not.

Tsukishima had wide eyes and when she walked to him, he didn’t think, he just acted. Pulling her in for a tight hug, he buried his face in her shoulder. “Thank God.”

“Hey, Tsukki.” Her voice was softer than before, almost inaudible as she hugged him back just as tightly. “I miss--” Her voice broke and Tsukishima could sense her on the verge of tears. He turned out to be right and at the sound of her crying, he felt like he’d cry along with her. If he’d ever get the chance, he’d have a long talk with Yuki at least for turning her into the girl before him.

When she had calmed down, he led her away to the wall and made her sit next to him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She was fiddling with her fingers, clearly thinking about what to tell him. Looking at the wall across from him, he decided to wait patiently until she was ready. It didn’t take long. After five minutes of silence, Y/N spoke up. “Yuki came after me. He wanted what I had for himself. I think the prospect of both of us collaborating was something he hated because it’d make us--well, me--rise to the top. He believed that he deserved that position more than you. That’s...basically it.”

The blond frowned. Yuki just wanted what Y/N had? Why did he stick by her though? “You don’t think that he actually, you know...”

“What, liked me as more than a friend?” Y/N scoffed. “They thought it was a possibility. I don’t know. I don’t really care.” However the way she spat out those words made it clear that she didn’t know what to think. “Not after what he did.”

These were the occasions where he knew immediately what to do next or maybe even have taken Tanaka and Noya’s advice. Now he was slightly lost. Scratch that, more than slightly lost. Instead, he let her lean against his shoulder for a while and it was quiet again. It was peaceful until he decided to speak up. “Have you eaten yet? I think we should go to this place I think you’d like.”

Y/N knew that he was trying his hardest to make her feel better so with a smile, she nodded against him. “Okay. Let’s go then.”

Neither of them wanted to stay in the past but the only way to go forward was dealing with it. They’d both be fine together and they knew that they’d be able to help each other out whenever it started to get bad.

Hmmm its almost done literally that’s so sad

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alice-in-wonderart · 4 years ago

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I really like your writing and i was hoping you could do what you did with lxc jgy and nhs and i was wondering if you could do that with the juniors thx

OHMYGOSH, so many people are requesting UWU. ❤️ When I said the Juniors get the most love around here, I wasn't joking! (which of course is great, our lovely boys deserve the love) A day after making a post about having 3 similar asks, appeared a wild 4th one, so here we are, killing 4 birds with one stone! From what I recall, the boys are 16 (legal in my country) but for the sake of being politically accurate and tastefully uncreepy, I'll still age them up ~ This was quite difficult to write, since I'd never even so much as considered writing anything remotely un-soft for the boys, but I hope you ike it anyways. Somehow the softest hcs turned out to be for XXC too 🤣

Enjoy the spice, my lovelies! ❤️

P.S. Thank you all for being so kind, you guys make writing a true pleasure ✌️

P.P.S I know it took me forever to write this! i want to apologise for that, since university started, writing has become a luxury and quite frankly, writing nsfw for the juniors was nearly impossible to do 😵 Await more content in the *hopefully* near future.

Jin Ling

My gosh, getting him to undress would be difficult. For real, even after a thousand years of being in a relationship with you, he'd still be embarrassed when it comes to physical touch of any sort. Not to say he wouldn't want it, he just has to go through a semi-tsundere mini meltdown first. But worry not, it would only take him a minute to get over it.

Jin Ling? More like Jin Long. (I'm sorry) He may not be the girthiest of them all, but let me tell you - he takes great pride in his length.

He may act tough and macho, but underneath all that hot-headedness is somebody, who absolutely loves being coddled. More often than not, he'd let you take over the reigns, but believe me he won't go down without a fight. He is the absolute dictionary definition of a bratty bottom. In fact he the brattiest bottom. You want him to undress? Undress him yourself if you're so eager. But in reality, he'd be ready to indulge you in absolutely everything you wish.

Jin Ling is a sucker for praise. Tell him how good he is, praise him and he'll become putty in your hands. There's nothing he loves more than hearing you moan his name out in utter bliss. Knowing he's the one who brings you so much pleasure really strokes his ego, so to say.With Jin Ling, gentle gestures and kind words can get you very far.

He gets surprisingly dominant and demanding when jealous. The one sure way to get him to pound you into the mattress is making him jealous. It really only takes a random unsuspecting boy to chat you up the wrong way and you'd be in for the dicking of a lifetime. (as an aftermath, following a metric ton of complaining and passive agressive anger) He would absolutely mark up your skin as well - a precaution.

Sometimes, he might MIGHT get jealous of the other Juniors. Maybe you'd spent more time with them, or payed them more attention. Sometimes he'd be at work and miss out. Then, you'd have to remind him, that no matter what, only he gets to see you sprawled on his bed, his name on your lips, and tje sweet smell of sex in the air.

Speaking of work, you would be his best stress relief. After a long day of boring sect business, returning home and getting to ravish you would be his ideal evening, although he would never admit it. During those moments, where exhaustion would get the best of both of you, yet sleep would not come, passionate night of lovemaking would be the remedy for all your problems. And with those burning emotions in his heart, such nights would be the most memorable.

Lan Sizhui

You'd think Lan Sizhui would be the purest, most innocent of the Juniors, and you wouldn't be wrong, but at the same time you wouldn't be right either. Overtime, he'd transform from this sweet, gentle lover, who always makes sure you finish first, to this super experimental, utterly intoxicating beaST, who still makes sure you finish first. The more he gets accustomed to your body, the more confident and daring he'd become.

He's been pretty touch-starved for most of his life, so getting intimate with you would take some readjustment from him. Every single touch would excite him, every gentle moan would make his heart melt. And this sensitivity of his would, in turn, seek intimacy even more. He'd want nothing more than to hold you close and make you shiver in delight, to hear his name escape your lips and have you all to himself.

He'd be absolutely willing to experiment. Anything you'd want to try, he'd love to try with you. Here is a good time to say, he's also a pretty versatile switch. Whether you'd want to set your own pace and ride him to oblivion, or let him tie you up and make you see stars all depends on your mood. He loves it all and is a natural in both.

In fact, having you tied up with his ribbon (seems it runs in the family) is one of his favourite sights. To him it is so beautiful and delicate, yet at the same time it's his way of being possessive, of showing the world that you are his lover, that you belong to each other.

This boy has STAMINA. We all know the Lans are a force to be reckoned with, that underneath that sophisticated demeanor, polite gestures and snow white robes there is pure strength, acquired over years of training. That strength allows Sizhui to last for ROUNDS. If you're lucky enough (and away from Gusu) he could go nearly all night long with little effort.

One thing you found out completely by accident was his love for bitemarks..on himself. As long as he could hide them with ease, the moment he feels teeth on his skin, it's game over. And he wouldn't verbally admit it, but the sounds he'd make and how he'd move to give you more access to his skin is a perfect enough sign.

He isn't too rough per se and would much prefer lovemaking over straight up fucking, so quickies aren't all that common. He wants to take his time with you and explore your body. He'd nearly always rather wait until the bed at home is an option.

In general, sex with a Lan is like sex with an elf - beautiful, breathtaking, memorable. Lan Sizhui is no exception, though he'd go to great lengths for you. After all, there's nothing better than seeing you fucked out, drowning in pleasure.

Lan Jingyi

This boy, my gosh, this boy. Out of all the Juniors, this boy is the most dominant one. And when I say dominant, I mean he is the only one, who comes with all the jazz - bondage, teasing, roleplay, you name it - he'll do it. He is lowkey the kinkiest, who'll do nearly anything just to get you off. And honestly, he takes great pride in that.

His sex drive is that of a goddamn rabbit. There is rarely a moment he wouldn't want to be buried between your legs. His motto is "the more the wetter better". For that reason, being away from you for long is his worst nightmare. Not being able to hold you? To kiss you? To make love to you? Blasphemous. So, the moment you two see each other, after some time of being away, he'd be all over you. Of course, sex is far from being the only thing on his mind, but it it's a giant plus, which he wouldn't want to miss.

Lan Jingyi is a sucker for legs, no matter what length, especially thighs. He loves feeling you wrap your legs around him, or squeeze his head between your thighs. He is a firm believer, that this is the best way to go. Nine times out of ten, whenever you two are making out, his hands would be all over your legs. He just can't help himself.

Out of all the juniors, since he is the most experimental, so with some coaxing he might agree to a threesome. Of course, that would be much later in your relationship, when your mutual trust is hard as a rock. (and not only that) Though, he'd want to pick the 3rd person involved! (most likely Sizhui)

He would absolutely introduce food in bed. Actually, that would happen completely accidentally. It would all start with a handful of loquats, which you'd bring to him while away on a trip together. You'd feed each other the lush fruits between heated kisses, enjoying each other's company and he'd realize, that he could combine 2 of his favourite things - you and food. From that moment on, he'd try out all kinds of food - from sweet to salty, deserts, fruits and everything in between.

He would absolutely want to get you off somewhere in Gusu. The very idea of doing something so dirty and profane at a place with so many strict rules would turn him on to no end. And the thrill of potentially getting caught would be like a catalyst to him. The library pavillion? The cold springs? Just let it be in Gusu. His own chambers just aren't satisfying enough, they aren't risky enough.

He would quickly get addicted to you and your body, and when that happens - there is just no going back. Though I doubt you'd want to.

Ouyang Zizhen

Ouyang Zizhen is quite the catch through and through. There is nobody quite as cheeky as this man right here. As the proud, versatile, daredevil-esque boy that he is, he would love to tease the everloving god out of you in every single way possible. But the moment you tease him back, he'd be in shambles. He would totally sneak inappropriate touches whenever in public, but run a hand up his leg under the table while having dinner, or perhaps a friendly get-together, and suddenly his cheeks would go beet red and he'd go through a mini existential crisis.

Your long, heated nights together would become his reckoning. He'd never truly admit it, but goddamn, he'd become so addicted, to the feeling, the excitement. Especially when it comes to having sex in public.

Speaking of, while he wouldn't openly talk about your adventures in bed, he'd absolutely drop little hints about it in piblic, whenever you're freshly fucked and easy to tease. Intentionally letting himself look more disheveled than usual, pointing out any "little marks" showing on your skin and of course - that knowing smirk of his. And believe me, he fully expects payback.

The other member who might, MIGHT agree to a threesome would be Ouyang Zizhen. He is a curious man, who would like to try anything you have to offer, though jealousy could be a side effect. He'd want to have a say in who'd be the 3rd person. And while having two women succumb to his every beg and call is a very well-hidden desire of his, at this point he is so invested and in love with you, that such thoughts are out of the question.

The one thing that gets him riled up in bed is wax play. What started as "lighting a candle to set the mood right" ended up being one of the most passionate, lust-ridden, nights of his life. He loves how wax drips down on your skin, peeling off of your every curve. He'd get different kinds of candles, with all kinds of fancy textures amd smells, just to watch the expensive wax drip all over you.

Teasing is his go-to. He is a master of teasing. And his specialty is edging. He could prolong your orgasm, get you to practically beg for release, all while he's hard as a rock and still keep edging you. And his mouth is his secret weapon.

He'd learn how to play your body like a violin, all to leave you begging for more. He could go on for hours. And he would. Because of that, the orgasms would be godly. And he takes great pride in that as well.

Xiao Xingchen

This man is the dictionary definition of soft. His kisses are sweet, his touches are caring and his sex is phenomenally passionate. Intimacy is important to him, since he hasn't had the chance and desire to reveal himself before many people. (except you, that is.) No, he isn't just a soft lover. He is THE soft lover.

He is the king of love-making. To him, your pleasure comes first and there is nothing he loves more, than to hold you close and feel your body on his.

He generally prefers to bottom and leave the reigns in your hands, so he could just hold you close and enjoy your body to its fullest, but occasionally he'd absolutely be down to switch it up and spend hours loving you deep into the night. (his words, not mine) Knowing you are there, on top of him, riding him into oblivion, he'd almost wish he could see you. But then, he'd run his hands down your body, hear your angelic voice and immediately lose his mind into pleasure once more.

Lovemaking is his absolute specialty and gentle passion is HIGHKEY his forté. Each sweet touch of his, every choked breath, every heated kiss is so full of love and desire, you could drown in it. He wears his heart on his sleeve and whenever you end up tangled in the sheets, he pours all of his emotions into bringing you ecstasy.

He is extremely touchy, since that is his way of seeing you. He loves to just glide his hands over your smooth skin, exploring every curve, enjoying the warmth of your body against his. His fingers are long and nimble, so he uses them to his advantage. And somehow, every time he touches you, he finds something new to love about you. Because of that, being tied up is a little specific with him. He would let you do it, but only occasionally, since that would leave him completely at your mercy WITHOUT being able to feel you.

He is absolutely a fan of boobs. Big, small, size has never mattered. He loves the warmth, the softness and the fact, that whenever he lays his head on your chest, he can hear your heartbeat.

Whisper in his ear amd he's a second away from breaking. Moan his name and he's a goner. His ears are pretty sensitive, so hearing your voice and feeling your breath would turn him rock hard in record time. Call it a voice kink, call it obsession, whatever it is, it's the surest way to make him nearly beg for your touch.

Xiao Xingxhen is a gentle, yet madly passionate lover, who is ready to give you the stars. And once you get undressed for the first time, he'd find himself so utterly in love with you, he'd get nearly obsessed. And while extremities are not his thing, it wouldn't be uncommon for him to gently lead you away to your shared bed, whenever out on a stroll, just to undress you and kiss your breath away.

Thank you for reading~

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hispipsqueak · 4 years ago

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Watchful Eyes

(Asahi x Reader x Nishinoya) NSFW

A/N: Here’s some voyeurism for you secret pervs out there. I never see Asahi being portrayed in this light but I really wanted to try my hand at it. :) I hope you enjoy it! As always, thanks to @cozykozume for helping edit this.

TW: exhibitionism, voyeurism, semi-public, degradation, name-calling, Asahi being a perv.

Practice had been hell.

Karasuno was preparing for a huge game against Aoba Johsai and the guys were determined to give it their all. For hours, they ran drills, practiced receives, blocks, and worked to get everything in sync. Even your boyfriend, Yuu Nishinoya, seemed more serious as he threw himself at every ball he could. Your body was sore just watching him “rolling thunder” across the court.

As a manager, you helped any way you could and at the end of the night you could see how tired everyone was.

“Don’t worry guys. We will definitely lock up for you all!” You volunteered, much to the boy’s gratefulness. The rest of the team headed out except for Nishinoya, who planned to walk you home.

Kiyoko turned to you. “I’m so sorry Y/N, but I can’t stay. I have a huge exam tomorrow that I have to get home to study for. Would it be possible for you and Yachi to take care of this?”

Yachi jumped in surprise. “Well, actually, I kind of have a thing with my mom...but I could…” she started, fumbling her words.

You smiled at her. “Don’t worry guys! I can take care of this. Plus, Noya is here to keep me company. You both go home!” You waved them off and they left you alone with your boyfriend.

You started picking up volleyballs, and felt a pair of hands roam around your sides.

“Oooh, finally alone time. What do you say, sweetness? We should definitely make the most of the club room.” Noya whispered into your hair, pressing soft kisses down your neck.

You giggled, swatting at him. “We have to lock up, perv. Plus, what if someone comes by?”

He continued to run his hands over your sides, lightly sliding his fingers under the hem of your shirt. “Nobody’s gonna come by. Those guys are done for the night. Plus, I’ll clean the whole gym up when we’re done. You won’t have to lift a finger. Please baby?” He gazed at you with a pleading look.

You rolled your eyes, dragging him into the club room.

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Asahi made it halfway home before realizing he didn’t have his phone on him.

“Damn...I hope the managers haven’t closed up yet.” He thought to himself as he turned around and jogged back to the gym. He saw the lights still on and smiled, grateful that it wasn’t too late. He opened the door, prepared to be greeted by you or Kiyoko (as Yachi was still a little skittish around him), but no one was around. The gym was still a mess, volleyballs strewn about and towels tossed on the bench. He looked around before a strange whining sound drew his attention to the club room.

He made his way to the door, steeling his nerves. He knew he was a big dude, but what if there was some kind of murderer in there? Just then, he heard a long groan and recognized your voice. Were you hurt? He had to investigate. He said a silent prayer and opened the door.

The lights were still off and he reached for the switch before he heard Noya’s voice.

“Fuck yes, just like that baby girl.”

Wait, what the hell? Asahi’s face burned. That didn’t sound like you were in distress from some deranged maniac. You let out another moan and Asahi felt the blood rush down to the tent in his shorts.

No. No, he couldn’t. You were so sweet and friendly and here he was like some kind of pervert, listening to you in what was clearly some sort of intimate moment. He wanted to leave but it was like he was frozen on the spot. Then he heard your voice.

“You like that baby? Love when I’m a slut for you?”

Your voice was so full of lust and Asahi couldn’t help himself. He crept closer to the sound of your voice and peered behind the shelves.

There you were on your knees in front of Nishinoya, his cock pressed against your lips. You were completely naked, your fingers teasing over your clit as Noya dragged his cock across your face. Your tongue darted out to lick it and Noya let out a soft groan.

“You’re such a fucking whore, I love it. Open your mouth.” Noya’s hand gripped your chin and Asahi heard him spit in your mouth. You swallowed and moaned in pleasure.

Asahi couldn’t believe his eyes. Here was his best friend defiling one of his sweet team managers and you were enjoying every second of it. He slowly began to palm himself through his shorts. You looked so good and even though he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t get the image of you on your knees for HIM, not Nishinoya, out of his head. He imagined you looking up at him with those beautiful eyes, begging him to use you how he wanted and he gripped his cock tighter.

He continued to watch you as Noya pulled you up roughly by your hair.

“Now to fuck that slutty little pussy of yours. This is what you wanted, isn’t it, whore?” Noya hissed at you, before pinching your nipple hard. You let out a loud cry and Asahi felt himself grow even harder. He began to jack himself off faster, knowing your moans would echo in his head forever. He watched as Nishinoya bent you over the small bench and slapped your ass.

Even in the dark, Asahi could see the slight color bloom on your skin. Noya spanked you again before he yanked your hair, causing your back to arch.

“Now, beg for it slut.”, Noya grunted at you.

“Please, please fuck me...I need your cock so bad, please baby.”, you sobbed out. Asahi’s eyes fluttered. You were so fucking hot and begging like a little whore. For a moment, he could imagine it was him that you were pleading for. He fisted his cock faster as Noya pushed into your drenched pussy. You cried out and Asahi watched as Noya wrapped his hand around your neck, holding you in place while he pounded into you.

Asahi bit his lip to keep from groaning as he watched you get fucked by the libero. His hand was squeezing his member harder than before and with each thrust, imagined you milking his cock. He was so fucking close.

“That’s it baby girl, take this fucking cock like the dirty whore you are. God you’re such a fucking slut, moaning for cock. Take it, take it, TAKE IT.” Noya chanted as he pushed into you with a few final thrusts. Your eyes rolled back and you sobbed as you came around Noya’s cock.

Asahi felt his whole body tense and he came with a loud groan. He froze and shoved his softening cock into the waistband of his shorts. Cum still dripped from the tip, staining the fabric and smearing against his lower abdomen.

“Hello?” Noya’s voice rang out, and out of the corner of his eye he saw you hurriedly throw your shirt back on.

“Noya. hey I just got here. Uh...I tripped over a box, sorry it’s really dark in here.” Asahi said nervously, hoping his voice wasn’t quivering too much.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Let me uh...just put this box away.” Noya said, trying to help you both not look so fucked out. You pulled back your hair and let out a cautious laugh.

“Hey, sorry we were just putting some stuff up. Um, what’s up Asahi?” You smiled at the tall ace, and he looked at your flushed face before reddening.

“I...phone...ah...words? Phone…” Asahi stuttered, and you laughed.

“Oh yeah, I think I saw your phone on the bench earlier.” You led him back to the gym, lifting a towel to reveal said phone. and his face burned deeper.

“Thank you Y/N! Um, do you need help cleaning up or…?” Asahi tried to talk, trying to distract himself. You grinned.

“Oh no, Noya graciously volunteered to clean the whole gym.” You smirked at the shorter boy, as he rolled his eyes but he continued to grab towels and volleyballs. You bid Asahi goodnight as he headed home, to lock himself in his room and replay every detail of this night.

He welcomed the cold air on his heated face as he walked into the night. He was almost home when his phone chirped.

“Next time don’t be shy, I’ll be glad to share Y/N with my senpai.”

#nishinoya x reader #asahi x reader #noya x reader #tw voyeurism #tw exhibitionism #asahi x reader x noya #haikyuu smut #hq smut

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here4theheartbreak · 4 years ago

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Debuting and Dating (2Seok)

⭒ AO3 Link Here!

⭒ Relationships: Hoseok x Seokjin (2seok)

⭒ Genre: smut

⭒ Rating: Explicit

⭒ Word Count: ~3.6k

⭒ Tags: smut, PWP, getting together, idol-verse, loss of virginity, makeshift sex toys, face fucking, barebacking, coming untouched, dirty talk, clothed sex, semi-public sex, almost getting caught, bottom!Jin, top!Hoseok

⭒ Summary: Jin's had a crush on Hoseok since he met him, and it finally paid off. Now if only he could get more than a minute alone with him.

⭒ A/N: This fic is for @thebtswritersclub January Prompt - New Beginnings/Beginnings.

The first time that Jin saw Hoseok he was both intimidated and in awe. The way he moved, the professionalism, the maturity for his age; Hoseok was the perfect man in Jin's eyes. Unfortunately - Jin knew he didn't have a chance with him. In addition to being absolutely perfect, Hoseok was also likely absolutely straight. That, and he seemed to hate Jin with a burning passion. Not that Jin was surprised. He wasn't that good of a singer and his dancing was horrendous; more times than not after practice Hoseok would need to pull him aside and work with him longer. It was embarrassing in and of itself, and made far worse with the fact that Jin's crush wasn't going anywhere.

It wasn't until a week after debut that things came to a head. Jin and Hoseok were - as usual - stuck in a practice room far later than the other five as Hoseok went over a few moves that Jin had been struggling with. Jin was near tears, exhausted and ready to quit. The response from the potential new fans hadn't been all that good - with the negativity outweighing the positivity in Jin's mind. He was a failure and he knew it. Though the fans weren't all specifically calling him out for being bad at his job, there were enough.

"Why do you even bother?" Jin asked softly as the two sat on the floor during a few minutes of rest.

"Hm?" Hoseok glanced up from his phone.

"Bother with me. I'm no good."

"You debuted."

"Being dragged along by everyone else."

"Namjoon can't dance perfectly either," Hoseok said simply.

"Right, sure. So he's in the back with me. But he raps perfectly. And he writes most of the music. And he's the leader. What can I do that can't be done by someone else in the group just as well if not better?"

"Cook?" Hoseok said, trying to smile.

"Yoongi."

"You're a good singer."

"Jimin's just as good and can do all my parts."

"You've got the looks."

"So does Taehyung."

Hoseok remained silent for a moment. Jin looked over, surprised to see a sad look in Hoseok's eyes.

"What?"

"I know one thing that you do that they can't."

"What's that?"

"Beat yourself up like this. You're good at your job, Jin-hyung. And even if you weren't... We all love you and want you to succeed. You deserve so much. I'd be heartbroken if you left. I mean we, we would be."

"I won't leave you guys," Jin said. He sighed and rose, his knees wobbling a bit from exhaustion. "One more time."

Hoseok nodded and hopped up, seemingly full of energy once more. They went through the moves four more times, and Jin thought maybe was improving. Until the fifth. Brows furrowed, he counted under his breath as he stepped to the music. He could feel Hoseok watching him, having asked him to do this one on his own. Step, step-- Jin's knee finally gave out on him. The world tilted as he went down, throwing his arms out to brace for the impact.

It never came. Hoseok had rushed forward, catching him and keeping him upright, their chests pressed together. Jin opened his eyes, surprised to find himself nearly nose to nose with Hoseok.

"Thanks... Sorry."

“Don’t worry about it. You’re exhausted. Come on, enough for today.”

Jin shook his head. “One more.”

“No. You’re falling over. Once more and you might collapse. Come on, let’s go shower and head home.”

Jin nodded, letting Hoseok guide him to the shower room. He sat as he stripped, his muscles barely able to keep him up. His legs were cramping in the worst way, and each movement was agony. Though he kept his groaning silent, Hoseok seemed to notice. He crouched down, working his strong, slender fingers into Jin’s tight calf.

“You’re hurting, huh?”

Jin hissed, falling backwards onto the bench. “Sorry—“

“Don’t apologize,” Hoseok said. “I get it. Just relax. Let me help.”

Hoseok began to work his muscles loose. It went from agony to calm to pure pleasure as his hands moved cleanly over Jin’s legs. He rose, sitting on the bench to work on his thighs. Jin’s eyes were closed.

Hoseok chuckled. “Glad I’m good at this,” he said.

Jin opened his eyes and looked down. Much to his embarrassment, Hoseok was looking pointedly at his crotch. Wearing only boxers, it was obvious he had an erection, tenting the front of his shorts. He scrambled up, covering the tent as well as he could.

“I didnt— I’m not— I don’t—“

“Breathe,” Hoseok said simply. He rose from the bench and approached Jin. “Do you get hard during massages normally?”

Jin considered lying. Saying yes would help him escape trouble, but lying to Hoseok felt bad. His hesitation seemed to be all Hoseok needed.

“I thought so. So it’s me then?” Hoseok asked, as if Jin had given an answer. Jin lowered his gaze.

“I’m sorry.”

“Silly thing to apologize for. You should ask me out instead.”

Jin’s head snapped up quick enough to make his neck ache, his eyes bulging. Hoseok laughed. He stepped a little closer to Jin, shifting so his chest was pressed against his arm. It took Jin a second to realize what he was doing. His cock, just as hard as Jin’s, was pressing against his hip. Hoseok shifted, his eyes fluttering shut.

“I’d say yes, spoiler alert,” he whispered.

Jin’s heart may have stopped. The world seemed to go a little fuzzy as every sense he had focused on the feeling of Hoseok’s cock, sliding over his hip. It felt big. It was hard. It seemed - if Hoseok was being honest - to be Jin’s fault he was in that condition. So, being polite, it would only make sense… Jin let his hands drop from his crotch. He turned, cupping Hoseok’s cock through his shorts. Hoseok gasped, smirking a little.

“Is that a yes to the date then?”

“Mhm,” Jin breathed. He began to stroke Hoseok through his shorts. “Do you think we’re alone?”

“Hm… Nobody else would need the shower room,” Hoseok said.

“Good.” Jin sank to his knees. “I should fix the problem I caused.”

He pulled Hoseok’s shorts down, his heart skipping a beat and his stomach knotting up when his cock was revealed, hard and curved, thick in all the right places.

Jin had no idea what he was doing. But Hoseok needed pleasure and dammit he’d do it. He wrapped his lips around the tip, moaning at the salty sweet taste. Hoseok gently pressed on his head, urging him forward. Jin relaxed, letting more slide into his mouth, sitting heavily on his tongue.

Hoseok fisted his hair, guiding his head back and forth.

“That’s it. Suck on my cock, Jinnie. Make me come.”

Jin moaned happily around Hoseok’s cock. His own throbbed in his pants. He reached down and squeezed himself through his shorts. Hoseok pulled him off his cock, and Jin instinctively went forward, sticking his tongue out to lick at the silken tip, dribbling clear precome.

“Perfect,” Hoseok cooed. “Made to have a dick in your mouth.” He drove two fingers into Jin’s mouth, stroking his tongue all the way back.

“Do you have much of a gag reflex, pretty cocksucker?”

Jin shook his head no, letting himself drool around Hoseok’s fingers.

“Good.” Hoseok removed his fingers and grabbed his spit slicked cock. He rubbed it over Jin’s plush lips. “Can I fuck your throat?”

Jin nodded eagerly.

“Just open your mouth. I’ll do the rest.”

Jin obeyed, opening his mouth wide. Hoseok slid his cock over his tongue before fisting his hair. He slammed him forward, his cock driving past Jin’s throat. Jin gagged hard, eyes watering. His cock jerked and dribbled precome as Hoseok began to pump his hips, his cock sliding almost all the way out before slipping back down his throat.

He held still, balls pressed to Jin’s chin as Jin struggled to breathe around his thick, throbbing cock.

He reached down, beginning to jerk off.

“Don’t,” Hoseok growled, pulling his cock out to let Jin breathe. “When I’m inside you - in any way - I don’t ever wanna see your hand on your cock.”

“Please,” Jin begged. “I gotta come.”

“Then you come with something in your holes like a good boy. Either from my cock or your fingers... Or...” he drifted off. “Here.” He walked over to their bags and dug in his own, pulling out a hairbrush with a smooth plastic handle. He pushed it into Jin’s mouth. “Slobber on it.” Jin did as requested, sucking it like a cock. While he did, Hoseok pulled his shorts down just over his ass, keeping his cock covered with his boxers. He spat in his hand, rubbing it over Jin’s hole.

“I’m gonna open up this hole soon,” he commented. Jin moaned around the brush. He nodded. Hoseok pulled it out. “Relax.”

He lined up the handle to Jin’s ass and pushed.

Jin moaned happily, his ass opening for the makeshift toy until it could go no deeper. Hoseok bunched up their shirts, balancing the brush.

“There. Now you can bounce on it like a cock while I use you. Come from that.”

He stood back up, watching Jin start to ride the brush for a moment. It wasn’t perfect, but it hit his spot and made his cock dribble, so it worked. He opened his mouth, letting Hoseok slide back down his throat. He began to fuck his face, not holding back.

Jin’s cheeks burned both from lack of oxygen and from the pornographic clicking, gulping noises he was forced to make as Hoseok used his throat like a sex toy. He continued to ride the brush, chasing his orgasm.

A little surge of pride struck him when Hoseok shuddered. “I need to come. Hold your breath and swallow.” Hoseok said. He drove deep and held Jin’s head. Jin obeyed, swallowing around his cock. He felt it jerk, gagging I instinctively. The thick come filled his throat, forcing him to swallow or choke. Above him, Hoseok moaned his name, shivering as he came.

Jin reached back, fucking himself hard and fast with the brush until his orgasm hit, cock spilling down his thigh. He moaned, coughing as Hoseok pulled out, one final rope of come dribbling over his tongue. His entire body shuddered as his orgasm washed over him, as well as the lack of oxygen. Hoseok crouched, immediately hugging him close.

“That was amazing,” Hoseok whispered.

“Still on for that date?” Jin asked.

Hoseok grinned against his shoulder. “Of course… Come on, let’s clean up.” He helped him up and out of his messy shorts, leading him to the shower.

The two quickly became inseparable. Though they kept their relationship under wraps from everyone but Namjoon, they spent as much time together as possible. Whether it was training after the group choreography sessions, going to lunch or dinner together, or taking ten minutes to make out in one of Big Hit’s broom closets, Jin could not get enough of his beautiful boyfriend.

Their relationship progressed naturally and quickly. Nearly eight months into their relationship, the two were crawling out of their skin. They were both eager to take the next physical step. Unfortunately - getting time alone to take that step was near impossible. Jin didn’t want to rush it. He was losing his virginity, and it would be special. Hoseok was understanding though, admittedly, impatient as well.

One weekend, Jin crawled quietly into bed with Hoseok. Not a new thing; they often spent evenings kissing quietly while the rest of the group slept in beds far too close for comfort. But Jin had a different plan tonight.

As the shared quiet kisses, covered up to their necks with Hoseok’s blankets, Jin pushed his hand down the front of Hoseok’s shorts.

“Take me,” he whispered against his mouth, cupping Hoseok’s thickening cock.

“Here?” Hoseok leaned back, staring at Jin, wide eyed, in the darkness.

Jin nodded. He stroked Hoseok slowly to hardness. “If we move slow enough the bed won’t creak. I need you, I— I know you want it too and I’m tired of waiting.”

Hoseok nodded. He kicked his boxers off, pushing them further down the bed. Jin rolled over, pressing his bare back against Hoseok’s chest. He felt Hoseok slide his shorts down just over his ass, keeping them up in the front.

He reached under the mattress, finding the little bottle of lube he knew Hoseok kept there, and passed it back.

The click sounded loud in the room, and Jin kept his eyes open, searching the other members’ beds for any sign of movement. He bit down hard on his lip when Hoseok began to rub his opening, the cool lube sending chills down his back and bringing his flesh into goosebumps.

Hoseok’s fingers were long and skilled, pulling his tight rim open, slow and steady. preparation. Within minutes Jin was swallowing down his moans, biting on the pillow to remain silent lest he wake the other members. Hoseok’s breathing was almost infuriatingly steady; only the persistent nudge of his cock bumping against Jin’s leg as he stroked it gave away his arousal.

“Please—“ Jin finally whispered, glad for the snoring and shifting of their members to bury his weak sounds.

“Be silent,” Hoseok returned. His fingers disappeared from Jin’s hole, only to return with more lube. Jin cocked his knee higher, letting Hoseok shift and kick one leg between his. His tip bumped Jin’s virgin hole.

“Ready?” Hoseok’s question was nearly a breath. Jin nodded quickly.

Hoseok hesitated until a member moved, their bed creaking, before he pushed at Jin’s resisting rim. They both gasped.

Jin chewed at his lip to remain silent. Hoseok worked his cock forward agonizingly slow, burying it centimeter by centimeter in Jin’s ass. He felt like he was being split in two. His own cock throbbed in the confines of his shorts, balls already aching for release.

“Just push it in,” Jin hissed. “I can take it.”

Hoseok nodded against his shoulder. He reached up, covering Jin’s mouth with his hand. Jin felt his hot breath on his shoulder, then his teeth, gripping firmly in a bite. The persistent tip disappeared... Before his hips snapped forward.

He buried half his thick, bare cock in Jin’s ass. His teeth dug painfully into Jin’s shoulder, muffling a deep grunt.

Jin shouted into Hoseok’s palm, tears of surprised pleasure pain springing to his eyes. They both went still, waiting to see if anyone woke. When the normal sleeping sounds of the members continued around them, Hoseok began to push more in. He kissed the spot he’d bitten, letting his hand drop from Jin’s mouth and instead rest on his belly.

Jin shuddered softly on each press. Hoseok’s cock was splitting him open in a way he’d never imagined. The steady throbs and twitches seemed to bump his prostate directly, urging weak droplets of precome to dribble into his boxers. He wanted so badly to strip them off and roll Hoseok over, settle onto his cock and ride him until they both were exhausted. But it was impossible. The risk of getting caught - while arousing to both - was too high.

Jin sighed contentedly when Hoseok’s balls pressed tight against his ass, the final few centimeters of his cock now holding Jin’s hole open. The two began to shift slowly, shallow thrusts that wouldn’t make the springs creak, moving in time with other members’ snores and noises.

Jin began to milk Hoseok’s cock, shifting and clenching, bearing down and relaxing. Hoseok’s fingers bit into his belly and he smirked.

“Feel good?” He breathed.

Hoseok huffed against his ear, nipping the lobe before kissing it.

“I’m going to wreck your hole the second we’re alone,” he threatened.

Jin’s cock throbbed. “Yes—“

Hoseok pulled halfway out and drove in, the squeak of the bed mixed with a member shifting a few mattresses over. Jin flailed, struggling not to cry out.

Hoseok chuckled darkly. “Yeah, just like that... But you’re gonna scream for me.”

Jin huffed, nodding quickly.

“‘M never coming anywhere but this hole,” Hoseok continued. His fingers dug into Jin’s stomach and hip when Jin began to wiggle and clench more quickly.

“Never— Ah!” Hoseok’s hand clamped over Jin’s mouth, silencing him.

Next to them, Jimin sat up, rubbing his eyes. He looked around blearily. Even in the dark, Jin could see his scowl; he’d definitely heard that.

The two held their breath until Jimin laid back down and was still, only relaxing when he hadn’t moved for a few minutes.

They began to move again, doing their best to muffle their noises in the bed or each others’ skin. Hoseok’s cock seemed to swell the longer they went; Jin’s ass beginning to ache from the constant steady pressure and onslaught.

Hoseok found a lazy rhythm that let him give Jin deeper, longer strokes. Jin panted into his pillow, his cock throbbing, aching for release. He reached down to stroke himself but Hoseok grabbed his hand, pinning it to his chest.

“You come on my cock.”

“Please—“ Jin whispered. “I need—“

“You will come on my cock. I watched you come on my fingers last week. I know you can do it.”

Jin nodded. They went still for a moment when Namjoon shifted and rolled in his bed, afraid their quiet arguing had woken him. While they laid still, Hoseok began to tense and relax, causing his cock to twitch and shift deep inside Jin.

When Namjoon settled back down, Hoseok began to move more freely, covering Jin’s mouth with his hand once more. He angled his thrusts to bump Jin’s sensitive prostate, driving him closer and closer.

It felt like ages that Hoseok’s thick cock was buried in Jin’s hole, teasing and edging him but never quite letting him get there. Jin knew he’d be sore, but couldn’t bring himself to care. It was the most delightful torture he’d ever experienced.

Four times, six, on the eighth time of dragging him right to that edge, Jin sobbed brokenly, muffled by the pillow.

“Please—“

“Just let go,” Hoseok whispered. He pulled out and hesitated until Namjoon snored loudly before slamming in. Jin squeaked, his cock throbbing. Hoseok repeated the action twice more. Jin’s stomach knotted. His balls drew right to his body, goosebumps breaking out over his skin despite being covered by a few blankets and sweating already from the strain.

His cock twitched. It began to spurt rope after rope of come into his boxers as his entire body convulsed. His stomach began to ache and his balls felt like they were being squeezed dry as his orgasm continued, Hoseok’s cock bumping his prostate and milking it for all it was worth. He could hear Hoseok huffing, just barely over the sound of his own racing heart. His rim was sore, lower back burning as the muscles in his ass fluttered and clenched rhythmically around Hoseok’s shaft.

He worried he was hurting him until Hoseok’s breath caught. His fingers dug almost painfully into Jin’s hip.

“Take it,” he huffed. His balls began to throb against Jin’s ass, matching the steady twitch of his cock deep inside him.

Jin’s eyes rolled back. He gave a full body shudder even as his orgasm began to fade. Hoseok was finishing inside him, no condom, filling Jin’s sore, used ass full of his come. Jin couldn’t hide his smile as Hoseok’s cock twitched with each rope splashing inside him.

“Give it to me,” Jin whispered, his smile growing when Hoseok shuddered. “It’s where it belongs— Oh—“ Hoseok pushed impossibly deeper, his entire body shivering once more.

“There you go,” Hoseok whispered against ear. “All full of my come.”

“Thank you—“ Jin was cut off when Hoseok turned him as well as he could still buried in his ass, and kissed him hard.

“If you two are finished, can you fucking go to sleep?” Came Jimin’s sleepy voice. Jin squeaked, looking over at him.

Jimin was peeking out from under his pillow. “I don’t care,” he whispered. “I’m not mad. I just wanna sleep.”

Jin laughed a little and nodded. “Sorry we woke you.”

“Go back to sleep now, we’ll be quiet,” Hoseok said.

Jimin nodded. He smiled a little. “You two are cute together. I’m happy you found each other.”

“Thank you, Jimin,” Jin whispered.

Jimin rolled over, wiggling deeper under his covers and sighing.

Hoseok grabbed Jin’s hip, gently pulling out. Jin grimaced, soreness setting in.

“Sorry,” Hoseok said. He pulled Jin’s boxers back up. “You should change.”

“In a minute,” Jin said. He rolled over to face Hoseok and cuddled up to him, kissing him once more.

“Was it good for you?” Hoseok whispered against his mouth.

“Perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Hm… Same to you. You should go back to your bed though, before we fall asleep.”

“Let’s just sleep together,” Jin sighed, wrapping an arm around Hoseok. “The others do.”

“Think it’d be okay?”

“I wanna sleep with you,” Jin said instead. “Who cares. We need to come out to them all soon.”

Hoseok nodded against his shoulder, wrapping his arm around his middle. “We do. We’ll talk to Namjoon tomorrow. Get some rest, hyung.”

“I love you,” Jin mumbled against Hoseok’s chest. The silence drew on for a moment as Jin listened to his steady heartbeat.

“I love you too,” Hoseok finally said in return. Jin couldn’t hide his smile; that was the first time Hoseok had verbalized that particular phrase. As he drifted off to sleep, Jin realized he felt more at peace than he’d ever felt before. The group was doing well, we finally felt like he fit in, and he’d found the man he hoped to spend the rest of his life with. It was perfect.

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Dress this is no one request but my first getting my hands on semi nsfw material

warnings: mentions of sex, swear and harsh words, anxiety implied, semi nsfw

inspired by taylor swift song; dress

Our secret moments in your crowded room They've got no idea about me and you

nobody knows, besides God of course. the stolen glances between you and suna, your little escapades between these parties. no one noticed, no one knew about you and suna. you were a little bit surprised. since everyone seemed to brush off your slightly messy hair and suna's wrinkled suit. or did they? maybe they just didn't talk about it loudly? you wondered, but you didn't care anyway. for now at least, to the public you would be the young and talented lawyer and suna would be that amazing and hot volleyball player. not a perfect match for each other.

There is an indentation in the shape of you Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

you actually thought so too, for both of your career and future, being with suna attracted more scandals than prospect. it wasn't good, yet you couldn't stay away from him. there was something about him, that made you couldn't take your gaze off him. the way his body shape, his piercing fox like gaze, those skillful fingers of his that roamed on your body each time you were with him or his lips that sinfully good. you didn't know, you didn't care anymore. but one thing you knew, you were dying for suna to leave his marks at the end of this night.

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you (ah, ah, ah)

right now you were dancing with a fine young wealthy business man, one of a man that had many good prospect while suna was dancing with another model across the room. but your gaze maintained with each other rather than focus with your own partner. the gaze burned thickly in the silent air, it was frustating for the two of you. and then suna made a move, he leaned closer to the model figure. leaning closer and closer until his lips brushed with her ears. he seemed going to whisper something but nope, he turned to your direction, smirking with that damned handsome face. like nothing happened at all, he turned his back and twirled his partner around. oh, so he was challenging you huh? for sure you weren't going to back down. he dared to tease your patience that from oh so desperately holding back to touch him. because you knew, when you touched him nothing could stop you from it.

All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting My hands are shaking from holding back from all this (ha, ha, ha, ha)

well, well, now it's game on. you would make sure suna going to regret it later. before you realized it, your nails dug on your partner suit, gripping him hard that he even stopped dancing to ask. "are you okay?" you were a little bit embarrassed, but that was not enough to stop you from putting a show. you turned to him and presented your seductive smile, saying you were okay. oh, his face turned deep red. what a good response, but you needed to up your game if you wanted to beat suna. it was a perfectly coincidence that it was the time for slow dance. you danced more closely this time, one hand on his shoulder and the other wandered around on his back with light feather touches. your partner reaction was quite enjoyable, like no other girls had touch him like this. but you didn't care, the one in your mind was did suna see this? oh, now you were making eye contact with him again. his eyes had that dangerous glint, he definitely saw it. seemed like you were not the only one who desperately waiting. you smirked back at him and turned to your partner, like he did to you before. mission accomplished.

Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try And if I get burned, at least we were electrified

like you predicted, after the dance was over suna came whisking you away from your partner. you didn't know where his partner dissapeared. but you let him, he was inescapable for you anyway. he gave your partner an excuse that an emergency just came up, knowing full well that your dance partner wouldn't stop him or gave him a proper answer when he was surrounded by his peers.

suna dragged you until the both of you were inside his car, slammed the door and off you go, out of the party venue. "where are we going?"

"your place, it's closer" said him nonchalantly, his gaze not moving from the road.

"so, what kind of emergency huh?" you went on teasing him, knowing fully well the reason why.

"fucking you is an emergency" he answered it with his nasty smirk while still roaring on the road, not slowing down a little bit. your face immediately heating up like it was burning, even if he already said this kind of lines a thousand times it still effected you greatly. the damned sly fox beside you just knew what to say to ignite the sparks circled in your lower parts of body, you hated how he could say that confidently. like how when he fucked you he always forgot the fact that the two of you were originally best friends. slipping a small whisper of 'i love you's and then after it was over he pretended that he never said any of that.

I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk

"do you remember the first time we did it?" suna asked, putting an end to the unbearable silence between the two of you.

"yeah, didn't we did it in atsumu's bathroom? you were very drunk that night"

"speak for yourself, i wasn't the one who spilled the wine all over his bathub"

"in my defense, it happened because you pinned me over it in such an awkward angle" suna just tsked and you laughed, the mood turned over quickly to playful. your first time happened so quickly on atsumu's bathub, you weren't quite sure how it happened but it became a regular thing between the two of you after that.

Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about

"why would you bring that up? you wanted some 'distractions' while you were driving?" then your hands reached his thigh, moving very closely around his member area. it wasn't like the two of you never had any fun inside the car. but it was usually very discreet, never did you do it on a wide open road while driving or on the front seat.

"if you want some scandals rose up after you get out of this car, then go ahead" your brains shudder at the thought of scandals, your hands immediately retreated from his thigh.

"of course you couldn't risk your career again" he muttered under his breath. suna glanced over a little to you, then back again at the road. he thought you didn't hear it, but the truth was you heard it all the little things he muttered under his breath. but the both of you were cowards. you never confronted him because you were afraid of making a mistake again. and he on the other hand, never brought it up because he was afraid of losing you.

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend

it was silence all over again between the two of you. the mood was weird today, not like the usual. both of your frustration already reached it peak, but both of you were just stubborn and afraid of the consequences of admitting your feelings to each other.

the air and tension was dominating both of you. neither of you opened your mouth when you get out of the car, even when suna closed the door of your bedroom. suna turned around, looking sexy as hell like usual. but your mind was occupied with much more other things than fucking him, you couldn't concentrate at all.

suddenly suna slammed his hands to the wall, pining you. your head thrown back instinctively, leaned on the wall. his much bigger figure towering your body. with his sharp, slanted eyes stared at you. "are we still gonna fuck or not?" he hissed, frustration you called it but there was something more behind it. your gut was telling you, maybe this was going to be your last 'get together' if you didn't tell your feelings. it was now or never situation. so, just for once. you let yourself acted very carelessly, without any mind games, this was impulsive. you usually didn't like it, but just for once. because losing suna was far more worse than anything that could happen to you because of one or two scandals. both of your hands cupped his face, facing him head on. this time you weren't going to run away anymore, your face was getting closer and closer. just before your lip crashed, you said it loud and clear to his ear.

"i don't want you like a best friend" then your lips collided with suna's, fighting for dominance. of course he won, he always won at this. just how long you managed to call him a best friend then fucked him? you didn't know, fear maybe? but it didn't matter anything right now. well today, for real this time you finally admit the sacred truth you kept away all this time, you didn't want him like a best friend.

Only bought this dress so you could take it off Take it off (ha, ha, ha)

your lips parted after a long fight, gasping for air. you both panting from the lack of oxygen you lost during the kiss. with your still flushed faces, suna stared at you again with an expression you never thought would exists on his face. it was a little bit weird, the mixture of hopeful and pained. suna didn't want to get his hopes up yet. he needed confirmation, he couldn't bear to hope if that was a slip of tongue from you.

"do you really mean it?" his body still towering you from above, you couldn't help but to giggle a little bit.

"like i can lie from you rintarou," you said before crashing your lips to his, his arms on reflects sneaked behind your waist. your bodies pressed against each other.

"then what the hell with this dress?" he tugged the straps of your dress, trying to get off that dress from your body. that dress this entire evening was tempting him to take you on there and then. the dress was gorgeous, even more so when you wore it. it complimented your body, elevating your the appeal of your curves. it was perfect, like it was made only to be worn by you. but the one fact that he disliked was that, you worn this dress and went to dance with another man. that made his blood boil, it was like his sanity being tested.

"i looked good wearing it right?" you answered, your fingers helping him out of his suit and unbuttoning his shirt. you knew suna's preference, that dress was his style and perfect for your body. the truth was you only bought that dress for him, to make him go insane and take it off even better if he was going to rip it off from you during this session. he nibbled your bottom lip, letting out a little yelp from your lips.

"oh, so you want to keep it mysterious huh?" suna growled before moving his head and biting your neck harshly, your head thrown back hitting the wall again. "Ah!" for sure that bite was going to leave purplish mark on your neck. his hands for sure still having trouble with your dress complicated straps while you already thrown his shirt on the floor and proceed to tugging his pants off.

"fuck this shit" his fingers usually are super talented on court and... fingering. but your dress straps were a puzzle his fingers couldn't solve. suna was getting impatient, with his massive strength he teared your dress, ripping it off from your body. you left with the bare essentials covering your body. you opened your mouth to speak, but suna beaten you to it.

"don't worry i will buy you a new one and more" he silenced you then with a kiss before you could even speak. then he moved his lips to your earlobe, brushing it with his lips before tugging it roughly. you mewled at the action, your nails digging deep on his back and scratching his back when he moved to suck your neck. he started to hiss, fingers wandering around to the waistband of your panties.

Carve your name into my bedpost 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend

"fuck, you are wet" he groaned when he dipped his fingers into it. he knew he had enough with all of this opening act. it was time for the main dish. his restrained hard member was the proof to it. he carried you up, it was easy after all your figure is small compared to him. then threw you to the bed.

"rintarou!" you said pissed off that he didn't have the audacity to lay you gently. but suna didn't care, before climbing the bed he slipped of his pants the unfinished work you left earlier. leaving him with his boxer he yet to take off. his figure was on top of you now, he unclipped your bra, freeing your breast for him to touch. then he started to leave trail of kisses from your jawline while his hands stroking your body, and getting lower and lower. until he was in front of your abdomen, he blew it before ripping it off like your dress. it made you shudder and wetter than you ever was. this little shit here was satisfied with your reaction and now looking up to you then grinning like a devil.

"i'm going to make you scream like you never before, that when we're finished you don't remember anything but my name only" with that promise he sealed the deal and kissed your lips once more before freeing himself, out of the brief. you didn't know for sure how the end of this night will be, one thing you knew suna you wouldn't be able to walk for a week.

Flashback when you met me Your buzzcut and my hair bleached Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me

it was 3 am. you woke up suddenly and couldn't sleep. you tried to sleep but all you did was remembering the first meeting between you and suna. the two of you first me on your second year at college. you hair was bleached and he for the first time just got a hair cut, it was bad, very bad. you were a stressed law student who were partying every night to relieve it. It was a wild night, as usual you were partying hard and then you met suna. you talked and instantly clicked, you both got drunk enough to share your problems with each other. fortunately not drunk enough to sleep with each other. during those time he helped you to stand by your feet again, he was the only one who didn't saw you just as a 'party girl'. he saw you more than that, he knew you could be better than that. he cared for you not like others. that was the reason your friendship was still strong when others were drifting away.

Flashback to my mistakes My rebounds, my earthquakes Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth of me

when both of your career took off quickly, sky rocketing. you met a pit, then you almost fell to the bottom if suna was not there to hold on you. you took a case, and you were killing it on the first half. but your rival was someone powerful that didn't like to be beaten, they started spreading numerous rumours and scandals, affecting your reputation. affecting your play on the court, he started to get into your head. you almost back down and drop the case, if suna wasn't there to help you up, guiding you step by step, encouraging you, you wouldn't be here. your name wouldn't recover and you wouldn't won that case. suna was your saviour at your darkest hour when there was no one else there. you were forever grateful to him, but you became paranoid to scandals or rumours, even hearing it made you sick.

And I woke up just in time Now I wake up by your side My one and only, my lifeline I woke up just in time Now I wake up by your side My hands shake, I can't explain this (ha, ha, ha, ha)

well tonight, it be damned because the most important thing was not to lose suna, the one who was beside you through thick and thin. you rolled around, staring at suna who was sleeping peacefully beside you. he was really your only life line, the one who never left, your rock, someone who never gave up on you. you truly were grateful for him. "i love you" you whispered staring at his naked figure in front of you. you didn't know what would happen next? what your relationship would be tomorrow. you didn't have the answer yet, at least you were confessing your love right now. even if he was asleep, ...or not. "i love you too" he rasped, opening his eyes while grinning. that sly fox, how dare he--! you were embarrassed, staying still immediately. he pulled you closer to his chest then tilted your chin with his finger. "...so not to ruin the mood, but that dress wasn't for him right?" you laughed at his question, like ain't that was obvious after you fucked him? now it was his turn to get embarrassed. "only bought that dress for you to take it off" his face was getting redder by your response, you were enjoying this. it was a rare sight after all. then he started to open a conversation. "are we official or not? if you want to back down, i totally get it. it's alright, i'm not mad" well his sayings and expression were contradicting with each other. he might said that, but his face didn't hid his crushed expression if you happened to reject him. "after all those stuff, you still aren't sure? of course we are dummy! if you want it tho, no pressure here" you said mimicking him while poking his chest, his face got brighten up and he smiled tenderly at you. "i want it, i want us" "it settled then, for now i'm getting sleepy" you yawned and he chuckled, not long after you both dozed off to sleep, curling to each other. let the world waited for the other matters in the morning, tonight you were just glad you were in his arms.

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