#if I could be like. gently playfully curious about 'what's in the hole that's not my grave THIS time?'

[rulesforthedance]

I would say before a race I’m looking forward to the pain cave; like, that’s what I want, I wanna visit it, I wanna make it bigger, that’s the whole purpose, um, I’m looking forward to some new hallucinated friends, and then there’s always just that, like... wonder? Like, it’s not fearful of, but it’s kinda like, I dunno, the unknown of what the unexpected thing will be during that race and will I be able to problem solve it and deal with it well.

Courtney Dauwalter on Some Work, All Play Podcast

[spencerreidenjoyer]

MORE VIRGIN SPENCERRRRR

from the start | spencer reid x reader

Spencer's a nervous mess in your bed, but you like it.

wc: 1.7k, rating: explicit/18+

tags/warnings: puppy bf!spencer, virgin!spencer, early seasons!spencer, hookup, friends with benefits(?), dominant fem!reader, gratuitous use of petnames (baby, darling, etc. but it wouldn't be a minnie special without petnames), praise kink, cunnilingus, unprotected sex

a/n: a weird dream of mine turned into a spencer self-insert (jk) so I wrote 1.7k words just to fuel my delusion. this is also a little birthday gift from me to all of you! i've hit 1000 followers (!!!!) on this little spencer blog of mine and i am so so grateful so the only thing i can do is write spencer smut to celebrate! also this lovely anon asked for virgin spencer and I literally cannot refuse (also crossposted to ao3)

You aren’t complaining, ending up in bed with Spencer Reid again. 

You’d met at a bar, the usually shy genius (according to his friends) coming out of his shell to talk to you, and it had ended in a couple of drinks and you making out with him against the wall in the back of the bar. 

You’d brought him home, fully expecting to fuck him. You’d gotten him into your bed when he’d confessed he’d never done anything like this before, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him you could tell. Instead, you’d given him a blowjob before he fell asleep in your bed after a long week on a case. The next morning he’d bashfully woken up to breakfast, and a promise that you’d like to see him again.

“It’ll be less intimidating like this,” you pet his cheek softly, before you turn over onto your hands and knees. You notice that Spencer doesn’t move, so you turn your head to look at him. 

Spencer frowns. “I thought– I wanted to see your face.”

“You’re sweet, darling,” you chuckle. “Come on. I promise this will be easier on you for your first time. You know what to do?” 

Spencer hums, his eyes shyly looking to your rear now. You’re on display for him, thick thighs framing the wetness of your pussy. You know he can’t take his eyes off you, his inexperience obvious and extremely arousing.

Spencer had been a bumbling mess as you’d kissed him, as you’d undressed each other, his hands trembling through it. “You know you can touch me, right?” You tease, and Spencer whines rather petulantly. “Take all the time you need, baby.”

Spencer’s large hands are on you, gentle on your skin. His hands pet you rather sweetly, over your hips and thighs, before he feels the softness of your ass under his palms. You hear his shallow breathing, and feel his thumbs spread you open. His breath hitches. 

You don’t say anything, patient as you let him explore your body. He touches you with an avid curiosity, like he wants to find out about everything that makes you tick, like he wants to commit the lines and curves of your body to memory. 

His movements slow like syrup, his touch moves to your cunt, sticky with your slick. His fingers slide over your pussy; along your folds, over your leaking hole. “I’m going to…” Spencer trails off, as he presses his index finger gently to your entrance. 

You moan as your head drops between your shoulders, with Spencer sliding a curious finger inside of you. He feels around, and it feels more like a medical exam than foreplay, but Spencer’s lack of experience still turns you on extremely. Spencer’s voice is strained. “You feel so warm. You’re so tight.”

“Yeah, baby, I’m not sure if you’re goin​​g to be able to fit,” you tease playfully, smiling as you look back at him. “You’re going to have to make it fit, won’t you?”

Spencer’s eyes are wide, and he swallows nervously. “Yes– Yes, ma’am.”

“Ugh, you’re so cute– Oh!” You gasp as Spencer’s finger presses into you insistently, nudging against your spongy walls, against the spot that makes you lose your mind. “Mm, right there, fuck–”

Being eager to please, Spencer does exactly that – he keeps fingering you, slow and steady, and waits for your approval. You’re basically melting as he fucks you on his fingers, and you only remember you have a bigger plan until he whimpers. “Hmm, baby?”

“I want to- I wanna taste you,” Spencer says, and you moan as his thumb nudges at your clit.

“You- You sure you can last long enough for foreplay?” You jab, but you shudder in a moan as Spencer rubs at your swollen clit with more intention, pleased with the way he takes you apart.  

Spencer scoffs. “I think I should ask you the same.”

“Eat me out, Spencer,” you demand. Spencer just gets his head between your thighs. 

You feel his mouth on your cunt, kissing you sweetly, moaning as he tastes you. His lips are soft and plush on your skin, his lower lip massaging at your clit as he eats you out. His tongue slides over your folds, wet noises coming from his mouth as he takes his time tasting you. 

“You’re stupidly good at this,” you moan, your face buried in his pillows as you’re barely able to keep yourself propped up. The pleasure Spencer gives you courses through your veins, electric from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. You think you hear Spencer mumble a thank you, and the vibrations only make you moan even louder. 

You want to come right now, but you know it’ll be so much sweeter to orgasm when Spencer’s buried inside of you. You don’t know if he’ll be able to handle it, the hypersensitive, easily overwhelmed genius in your bed simply might lose his mind fucking you.

“Spencer, baby,” you coo. “Wanna- Need you to fuck me now, darling.”

A high whine leaves Spencer’s throat, and he’s quick to pull away from you, as fast as he’d put his mouth on you earlier. “Please! Please, I need to–”

You giggle, beckoning him to come closer to you. He leans over your frame until his face is close to yours, and you kiss him sweetly. You taste yourself on his lips, but Spencer is giddy as he kisses you back. He tries to trail after you as you pull away, and the sight is both adorable and extremely arousing. 

“You gonna fuck me good, baby?” You smile, feeling the hardness of his length pressed against your ass. 

“Yes– Yes, ma’am,” Spencer stammers, swallowing his anxieties. “Can- Can I?” 

“Please, baby,” you groan, your hand reaching behind you to grab Spencer’s cock. He whimpers as you tug as it roughly, your movements haphazard due to the angle, but you’re lining him up with your hole. “You know what to do.”

It doesn’t take much effort for Spencer to press his cock into you. There’s uncertainty in his movements, but it feels like heaven as your cunt practically swallows him in. He fills you up so perfectly, his thickness rubbing against your walls in just the right way until he’s buried to the hilt, his bony hips pressed against the fat of your ass. “Oh! That feels good, baby.”

You clench around him, relishing the feeling, and then you hear a pathetic little whine from Spencer. “Hurts,” he says, in a weak, wet voice, and you want to both coo at him and fuck his brains out. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” you soothe. “I’ll make it feel better, yeah?” 

“Please,” Spencer whimpers. “Need you.”

You lift yourself off of Spencer for a moment, pulling yourself off his cock before sinking back down on him. Spencer is big, not even knowing what he’s been gifted with when you had seen him for the first time. He fits so well inside of you, feeling so perfect as you fuck yourself on him. 

You would ask how he’s doing, but whimpers and moans liberally fall from his lips, and he’s holding onto your hips with a death grip, like he’ll lose all sense of himself if he isn’t holding onto you. His nails dig into your flesh, a delicious bite of pain through the pleasure of it all. 

“Pretty boy,” you groan. “You fill me up so good, holy fuck, oh my God–”

Spencer moans so loud your ears ring. “Feels good, so good, please–” 

“Fuck me, baby,” you gasp, your hips slowing on him. He chases after you like he can’t control himself, as he starts to thrust into you. “Yeah, just like that, baby. Fuck.”

Spencer whines again, chasing his own pleasure as he fucks into you. His hips slap against your ass hurriedly, eagerly, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. “Fuck, oh, God–”

“You’re so deep inside of me, baby,” you groan, barely able to keep your voice steady. You reach for his hand, guiding it to splay out against your lower stomach, where his cock bulges with every thrust. He practically sobs. “You feel so good, darling.”

“Think– I’m gonna– Hhrghh– I’m not gonna last long,” Spencer finally gets the thought out, his genius clearly and understandably slashed when he’s buried in warm, wet pussy. You feel kind of proud of that. 

“Cum, baby,” you groan, not unaffected by Spencer’s eager, frantic fucking. “Inside of me.”

He lets out a pathetic little sob, one that turns you to no end, and then you feel Spencer coming inside, his load hot and messy as it paints your walls, filling you up. You clench around him at the feeling, so heady and overwhelming, and Spencer’s little whine at the pressure has you orgasming too. It’s a new kind of high, a perfect storm of pleasure filling every bone in your body. 

Spencer is warm and heavy as he half-falls on top of you, a sweetness to his movements as he rests his chin on your shoulder. His cock twitches inside of you but begins to soften. Your arms and legs feel like jelly, but you manage to coax him to lay down. His arms sling around your waist to hold you, and the position is surprisingly intimate. 

“Thank you,” he says breathlessly. You turn around in his grasp, letting Spencer’s cock slip out of you. He whines a little, but smiles when you look up at him. Spencer repeats, sounding more earnest. “Thank you.” 

“Of course, baby,” you say, smiling, and lean forward to kiss him. It’s sweet, no heat behind it as you press your lips to his. Spencer seems to appreciate the affection, his thumb tracing little circles into your hip. “You were really good. Was that good for you too?”

“Couldn’t you tell from how fast and how hard I came?” Spencer laughs, seeming a bit shy. 

You coo, your hand cupping his cheek. “Even if you did, it was extremely endearing.”

“I think you just like corrupting me or something,” Spencer smiles, quirking his eyebrow.

You shrug, a teasing grin on your lips. “Maybe I do.”

[honey-milk-depresso]

hello love, i adore your work.

could i get something with the batboys with a spider woman reader?

💜💜

I’m making them spiderperson cuz gotta stay GN for everyone to self insert themselves 🩷

BUT YEAHHDHWIAHFOAJDKSJX MORE BATFAM REQUESTS >:)))

Requests open until 1 Feb (GMT 8+)! Please read the rules on my pinned post (provided the navi post link to go to rules). Thank you!🩷🩷

***S/o is above 18, which means characters below are also aged up!

Batbros with a Spider-S/o

Dick Grayson

He loves you! You manoeuvre in the air and swing about just like him! Just that you got webs, cool!

Definitely joins you in hanging upside down, also loving to compete with you (lovingly) to see who can jump the farthest, or who can do the most bomb-tastic somersault with you and you guys have so much fun during patrol it’s not even patrol anymore.

Beating bad guys in the most dramatic, acrobatic way possible is definitely something Bruce and the rest of the brothers all sigh collectively because you two can be pretty chaotic.

But whatever, you two have so much fun jumping around.

Has taken you out on dates as Nightwing and your spider-sona, because even people around the city thinks you two are a match made in heaven. I imagined a pizza guy giving them a box and saying for them to have fun while swinging around with Dick and having pizza in between your teeth while you race to see who can reach the far end of a street whilst swinging and stunting about.

Overall, you two make a loveable couple of acrobats. <3

Jason Todd

He thought you were annoying at first, but even he can’t deny you make his day (most of the time).

He feels a bit irritated yet amused whenever you hang upside down and playfully greet him or joke with him while on patrol, sometimes in secret which scares the shit out of him when you pop out of no where and he starts cussing before letting out a long, exasperated sigh when he looks at you laughing to yourself. Damn spider…

But even so, he can’t help but dote on you, even if you can be an annoying ball of energy sometimes. He just can’t help but let you jump around him with your spiderwebs all over the house when you try to take something from afar, using the webs to pull it towards you. Although… you are a bit bashful and guilty for keeping his tidy room messy with webs everywhere that you help clean up which he appreciates.

On patrols, you’re usually faster than him and sometimes he complains so you just shut him up by scooping him in his arms and holding him by the waist with one hand before web-slinging your way to the location where the criminal gang is as he huffed. From afar at times, it looks like a grown ass man being baby carried or held like a big dog by some spider person across the high buildings, which he gets a little flustered over.

Regardless, Jason still loves you. Just don’t shoot the webs everywhere- <3

Tim Drake

He’s fascinated by you, how your webs work and how you can stick on walls with just your fingertips.

Tim might ask a lot of questions about your anatomy and what your spider body can do which sometimes annoy you but he’s just so curious he can’t help it. Genuinely.

Another one who you scare the shit out of with you surprising him by hanging upside down and popping your head down to face his out of no where, but he’s not like Jason who reacts very… dramatically, he’ll just recover from shock to contort into a pout and maybe gently flick your forehead to tell you to knock it off, although he knows you won’t.

Might be a sap for that upside down kiss where you kiss him upside down and all because of course he would be-

Tim loves asking you to use your web fluid for practically everything now. “Hey, s/o? Could you use your web fluid to stick this circuit board in here?” “S/o could you grab the remote with your web? Pleaseeeee?” “S/o, I kinda need your web fluid to close up the hole in my pants-” sometimes you gotta tell him that’s not gonna work sometimes, and those pants will look weird if you do that-

Overall, Tim loves his whacky, loveable spider s/o. <3

Damian Wayne

Also like Jason, he found you annoying. But this guy is hard in denial before he admits he even likes you.

Damian, at first, keep scowling at how annoying you can be with your web-slinging for fun and not for patrol, and getting web strings all over his suit after patrol from an intense fight against the criminal gang you two were assigned to take down. Now, he still scowls but with a blush and his heart skipping a beat because he can’t deny how cute you are even if you’re an annoying lil shi- (or maybe you ain’t little but you get the point).

Damian will tolerate you swinging about, although he isn’t scared when you hang upside down to spook him a bit because you literally can’t, his god-like sense of instincts would immediately pick up on you without even needing to turn to face you. Sometimes you joke with him that he has spidey-senses to which he rolls his eyes casually.

He won’t say it out loud, but he thinks you’re a pretty impressive fighter and you kinda remind him of Dick but you’re still unique. He just make sure your web fluids don’t go all over the place that you make a mess of the evidence for the police.

Overall, a tsundere for his spider s/o. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

[thebelugawhalefriend]

Yandere Vampire Lesbian x Reader

CW: NSFW, Yandere themes, Female reader, Blood

Note: I love girls (vampire's name is Fiona ^^)

You were a humble gardener for the nobles, she was a distant watcher in the shadows. Her skin was so pale and sensitive to the light you indulged in, and yet she couldn't help but risk it all to see you. Sun kissed skin that was spotted with freckles. How soft would it be to her touch? To her teeth? Don't think you could get away with that scent of blood that came from your open cuts.

Fiona kept pacing the floor time and time again. If she simply indulged herself by taking you, surely you'd despise her for taking you away from the sun. She can't just keep watch of you outside in daylight! There's way too much shadow here, and going elsewhere would just open up an opportunity for your escape.

One night, she snuck right to your window and watched as you slept peacefully. Fiona's hunger yearns to pierce your veins, but her love wanted nothing more than to stroke your hair. Just the thought of seeing you so vulnerable... It was embarrassing to admit, but she was working herself up just thinking about it.

She couldn't take it anymore!

Sliding the window open, Fiona slips herself in and prepares what she can for her crime of passion. Ties you right up with what she can and keeps you sleeping the entire time. The hardest part came when she was carrying you out and had to evade the dogs that chase her down the street. After all, turning into a bat or feline would mean she couldn't carry you...

"Miss Mildred...?" You groan and sit up from the plush bed. Mildred, your main boss, usually kept you holed up in her spare bedroom until your job began. But this isn't the harsh straw bed... This felt like... "Wool? That can't be..." Wool is far too valuable for Mildred to gift you! She would never wrap you in this... Room.

"Darling! You're awake!" A pale skinned, white haired woman stands in the doorway. Purple eyes glinting with excitement and enlarged fangs poking from her mouth. Wait- fangs?!

"Darling?! Just where-" Fiona holds a finger to her mouth, glaring at you playfully to quiet down. "Hush now, you don't want to disturb the sheets. We'll make them messy together!"

"Ma'am..." You shift yourself backwards on the bed, looking down to discover one of your arms are chained to the bed. "I think you've got the wrong girl! Please, I haven't done anything!"

"Shhh, calm down... I'm not going to hurt you, my love. I wouldn't dare feed on someone so soft hearted without their permission." Fiona leans down to crawl onto the bed. It's only when she's leaning over you that you realize how TALL she is. Not just above average, but a staggering six feet of vampire. Not to mention some of the toned muscles that poked through the exposing parts of her black dress.

Her pale hand came to grip your face, "I've got just the gardener I want. Those stunning eyes are so beautiful up close, darling. Mind if I get a taste of you?" Her grip makes it hard to even speak, but some part of you was curious what would happen if you went along. Your somewhat relaxed posture invites her to place a soft kiss to your lips. "Divine..."

Purple eyes flicker below towards your tight button up shirt. She can see every lovely detail and outline of your body. Would the rest of you stay as smooth as your lips? Or would it be a fun adventure for her fingers to glide along? Fiona's body shivered at the thought.

"I can just smell your excitement, my dear. You've got to give me the whole experience!"

Her voice is so exciting and alluring. You can't even find the words to say yes or no. Nimble fingers slip off your shirt one by one until you're fully exposed to her. All that's left now is your cute little bra, to which she first teases you by rubbing your breast gently through it. "So cute..." Fiona whispers to herself, her other hand reaching to get your bra undone.

"I-I don't even know your name..." This is all you can muster, but it does stop Fiona from undressing you for a moment to look up into your eyes. "Does it truly matter, my love? I know all about you... Your own name, your job, and even your pets! Forget what you need to know, you'll find out once I've had my fill."

With that, she throws your bra right to the side and keeps one hand on one of your breasts. Of course she wanted to keep pleasing you, but it's hard not to indulge in your flavor! To not just leave you a complete mess! Your body squirms and twists as her other hand reaches below to feel you through your panties. Miss Mildred always made sure to keep you in skirts whether you liked it or not. Now, it just serves as an easy access for this horny vampire.

"Do you want this, my dear? Say the word and I'll make it happen." Her movements pause for a moment to let you answer. On one hand, this strange lady kidnapped you and is now insisting you let her please you. On the other... "Please..." Your voice is weak and unsure, to which she takes the hand from your breast and holds your face close to hers. "Please what?" "I... I want you to..."

"Want me to?"

"Want you to k-keep going...!"

"Perfect."

It's not even a second later and she's got your panties thrown to the side. Her hands now push your thighs aside to push her head in-between them. A skilled tongue now pressing on your clit first to get you soaked. Your words start to mumble off from making some sense to no sense. Your body weakly shivers for her every touch and move.

Fangs lightly graze the outside as her tongue presses inside. God, you're amazing to taste! Enhanced by the fact that your period must be coming soon. A subtle iron taste indicates such. Now her little session is less about pleasing you and moreso feeding her undying hunger for you. Fangs digging in a little to keep you from moving away while her tongue lapped at anything she could get. Arousal, mostly, but maybe hints of the blood that she could taste. Your sweet noises of guilty pleasure only drove her harder and harder to eat you out until your pussy was a clean plate.

"M-miss, please!" You practically scream, shaking and shuddering towards that familiar feeling. She knows damn well you're getting close, but she doesn't care. Fiona's pure hunger ravages you for any more taste. It's only until a little after your last cry of pleasure and rush of liquids that she slows down to lap up what comes out. The proud vampire lifts up from between your legs with a large smile, licking her fangs.

"My darling, your taste is stunning! You're so adorable~" She sits up to pinch your cheek, proud to see you a blushing mess. "Promise me you'll give me a taste tomorrow..."

[bluiex]

Have some more desert duo third life fluff. It was supposed to be hurt/comfort, but then Scar derailed that :). Enjoy the snippet!!!

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“Am I holding birch or sandstone?”

Scar leaned closer to the materials. He pointed at his left. “That’s sandstone.” He pointed at the other material. “That’s just sand.”

Grian groaned, mumbling about how useless his eyes and sand were, and used dirt to get himself back up. Scar simply admired Grian’s work as he finished the small tower. He almost dozed off when he heard dirt being shoveled. He jerked awake, and gaped at the tower before him, in awe of Grian's talents. Grian stood beside him, hands on his hips. 

“Whaddya think?”

“It’s,” Scar paused. “It looks amazing.”

Grian let out a chuckle. “Glad you like it, ‘cause we’re gonna live in it for a while.”

Scar sighed and studied the tower closely. There was a mix of materials; sand, sandstone, stripped birch log. At the top, the ramparts were oak stairs, and lanterns hung to illuminate the monument. Scar elbowed playfully Grian’s shin, a smirk on his face.

“I didn’t know you had talents for building.”

Grian blinked at him, then gazed at the tower. “Me neither,” the wind carried his quiet voice. 

Scar’s smirk dropped. He followed Grian’s gaze, a pit growing in his stomach. Nobody talked about the holes in their memories. It was one of the most obvious things to question about, to learn more about this world. Yet, nobody brought it up.

“How much do you remember?” Scar asked. 

Grian’s face grimaced. “Not much.” His wings twitched in his binds. “I remember the feeling of flying.”

Scar hummed. He glanced at the macaw wings. “Does it hurt?”

Grian sent him a questioning look. “What do you mean?”

“Your wings. Does the binding hurt your wings?”

Grian sighed loudly. He sat down beside Scar, elbow propped on his knee, chin resting on his knuckles.

“It’s not the most comfortable,” Grian admitted. His wings ruffled. Scar wondered if that meant anything in avian body language. “I guess it just sucks that I can’t preen them.”

Scar quirked his eyebrow. “Why can’t you?” Grian stayed silent for a while. “Don’t feel forced to answer me.”

Scar was extremely curious, but he learned over the last few days that Grian kept to himself, preferred his personal space, his time alone. Scar never wanted anyone to feel uncomfortable around him. After all, there can’t be an alliance without some trust. A voice in his head told him that he and Grian weren’t allies, Grian was stuck with him. He promptly ignored it.

“I can’t unbuckle the binds,” Grian’s voice was muffled by his fist, but Scar heard him clearly. The sound of the mobs filled the silence. Scar didn’t know if this was an invitation for help. Scar didn’t know if he should say anything. Grian looked so distant, so deep in thought, Scar wasn’t sure what was alright and what was not in avian culture. He might remember the names of every creature, but anything beyond that was out of his realm. 

“Do you need help?” he asked anyway. Grian shifted his eyes to him. Scar looked away. 

“Yeah,” Scar’s head snapped towards the avian, shocked. Grian gave him a leveled look. “Not here, though.”

Grian gestured the ladder. Scar assumed he wanted to do it in their shared room. He wasn’t sure what he was helping with. He almost slipped off the ladder, but Grian caught him before any bones could be broken. Or, before the existing pain traveled further up his back. He would rather live with minimal pain, thank you very much.

Grian guided him to their room and sat down on his bed. He pointed at the binds.

“Can you unbuckle them?”

Scar complied. He took off the bindings as gently as he could. Every time his hand brush past a feather, the wing would shiver and give out a twitch. He winced, but kept going. As he took off one of the binds, he cleared his throat.

“You’ll tell me if it’s getting too much for you, right?”

Grian scoffed and rolled his shoulders back when Scar started unbuckling. “Yes, of course. You didn’t pull on any feathers so far, so you’re good.”

Scar nodded. He realized Grian couldn’t see him and hummed in confirmation instead. He took off the third bind, closer to the primaries. The wings suddenly stretched out, making him stubble away from the bed. Pins and needles traveled to his lower body, making him freeze and clutch his cane. Right, he did walk all the way to the Crastle (which looked like a toilet seat but he was glad it didn’t anymore), and made his way to the village to get the cat Etho found there (he lost 50 points of reputation for giving him false hope like that). He tried to contain his grimace, but he felt his brows frown and his teeth clench. Grian turned back, eyes wide.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry.”

Scar took a deep breath in, feeling the air rising his chest and leaving through his nose. He let out a chuckle, flashing a reassuring smile.

“No, it’s okay, it just took me by surprise,” he huffed out a laugh. He was so glad he wasn’t wearing any armor, and Grian didn’t say anything about it. 

“It’s my fault, I should’ve warned you.”

Scar waved him off. “Your fault, my fault, gods above fault.” Grian stared at him for a couple of seconds. Scar hesitated. “Do you… need help with anything else?”

Grian’s cheeks became red, and Scar wondered if Grian caught a sunburn or if the avian felt embarrassed. About what, Scar couldn’t fathom.

“N-no, it’s fine,” Scar swore Grian’s voice raised an octave, but decided it was his imagination, “I can take it from here.”

Scar nodded. “If you need anything else, I’ll be in the kitchen.”

Grian nodded, already brush his feathers with his fingers. Scar let him be, and decided to make Pizza’s favorite meal. Maybe if she could smell it, she would come back home.

-- Bloop anon

Maybe if she could smell it she'd come back home *sobs into my hands*

THIS IS SO GOOD BLOOP ANON ommmggg

TY SO MUCH FOR SHARING.. 👉👈 I'd be happy if you wrote more

[hearteyedbunny]

i wrote this for my boyfriend, its his lone wanderer and butch deloria from fo3 <3 love these dorks so much they are SO gay and SO stupid

“Hey,” Butch gently elbowed the man next to him as he spoke up. They had been sitting on the floor for some time now, mostly in silence as they both did their own thing. Warren was intently reading some book about explosives that he had scavenged, while Butch busied himself with patching up a hole in his leather jacket. Butch still didn’t know why Warren had chosen to sit on the floor to read his book when there was a perfectly good bed right next to them, but at this point it was usually better not to ask about any decisions Warren made. “You, uh, you ever kissed anyone, man?”

Warren looked up from his book quizzically, his green eyes giving Butch all of his attention.

“Hmm...no. Have you, Butch?” He answered so honestly, not even curious as to why his friend was asking in the first place. Sometimes Butch admired his naivety, and sometimes he wondered how Warren had managed to stay alive so long with that attitude. He supposed pure luck would do wonders.

“Ah…yeah. I’ve kissed loads of chicks…” His lips twitched nervously, but Warren didn’t seem to pick up on it, only staring at him as he listened. “But that don’t surprise me, you never exactly been a ladies man. Didn’t get no action, even after you left the vault, huh?”

Butch was laughing, playfully slapping Warren on the shoulder. The sound was pleasant to Warren’s ears and he smiled as he gazed at Butch. Warren thought he always looked so pretty when he laughed.

“I guess not, but being out here in the wasteland…it keeps me busy. I didn’t really think about girls,” and he never really did, if he was being honest. He couldn’t remember a time where he ever thought about a woman, or about kissing one. He thought about Butch all the time, though, even when they were kids. Warren always thought that was normal, but nowadays he was starting to become anxious about the whole thing, wondering if maybe he was different after all. He was twenty years old, and had never kissed anyone, let alone a woman. Was there something he was missing?

“Well, y’know…” Butch cleared his throat awkwardly, the sound snapping Warren out of his thoughts. His eyes avoided Warren’s own intense gaze. “I was thinking, uh…I could teach you. If you want. Y’know…so you’re ready when that unlucky dame finally takes pity on you. Wouldn’t want you embarrassin’ yourself or anythin’...”

Butch’s face burned bright red, but Warren was still giving him that sweet and trusting smile. Goddamn, he smiled like he could never be mad at anyone. Butch couldn’t count the amount of times he had given Warren a hard time when they were kids, and still he looked at Butch like he was the whole world.

“Like, practice kissing? On you?” Warren laughed nervously, but didn’t seem uncomfortable, “That’s nice of you, Butch. Sure, we can do that.”

“Um! C-Cool, yeah…” Butch felt himself stutter and was internally beating himself on the head. He thought about kissing Warren all the time, maybe more than was normal, but he always managed to push it down in the end. This time he supposed he just couldn’t keep his thoughts to himself. Ever since they had been traveling together, it was becoming increasingly harder and harder to keep his thoughts quiet. Every time Warren looked at him, smiled at him, rested up against him when they sat together, when there was only one bed and Warren insisted it was alright to share it…Butch’s head had been swimming for months now. “J-Just…Whenever you feel like it, I’m here for you, man.”

“Oh…What about now? I-I’m not busy, or anything…” Warren had to admit he was a little nervous as well. He had seen people kiss before, and even read about it, but the action still seemed so foreign to him. He was afraid of messing it up, but was grateful that Butch would be the first person he ever shared this experience with.

“Sure!” Butch almost squeaked, clearing his throat again in an attempt to hide how quick and enthusiastic his response had been, “I mean. Yeah, sure. Yeah…Just, sit in front of me…Come here.”

Warren did as he was told, placing his book to the side and moving so that he and Butch were sitting across from each other now, looking each other directly in the face. Warren couldn’t ever remember seeing Butch so red. He must have been nervous too, but Warren couldn’t understand why, if Butch had so much more experience than him…

“You’re gonna wanna close your eyes,” Butch couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Sure, he had been the one to suggest it, but it was just a stupid little idea, almost a joke, and yet he shouldn’t have been surprised when Warren went along with it. Sweet, stupid Warren…Butch’s head was full of thoughts again. “Just…just close your eyes and I’ll lean in. Uh, just move your lips against mine, when you feel me…”

“Okay, Butch,” Warren was obedient, fluttering his eyes closed without a second thought. His hands were folded in his lap, his fingers nervously rubbing against the fabric of his pants, “Don’t be nervous, it’s me.”

“I ain’t nervous,” Butch retorted quietly, allowing himself a heavy sigh that he didn’t realize he had been holding in his chest. 

His heart was in his throat as he hesitated, staring at the man sitting in front of him. Even after being out in the wasteland for so long, Warren was still the same boy he was in the vault. He still had the same face, despite the several burn scars that imprinted themselves in his skin. His cheeks were pink and dusted lightly with a few freckles, his eyelashes long, and his honey-blonde hair fluffy and soft. His slicked back locks were starting to curl slightly around his ears and against his neck, while a few strands came loose and hung freely against his forehead. Butch made a mental note that maybe he should do the man a favor and give him a haircut soon, he seemed overdue for one.

Finally finding his courage, Butch leaned in. His own eyes slowly shut as their faces grew closer. He could hear his heartbeat thump-thump-thumping in his ears, drowning out any other noise that might have been around them. His palms were sweaty, his hands shaking slightly as it finally dawned on him just what was about to happen. He was going to kiss his long time crush, the man he had his eyes on for as long as he could remember. He wondered if Warren was as nervous as he was, or if he was just as carefree as he’s always been.

Their lips finally joined together, their mouths pressing softly and eagerly against each other. It was awkward, their teeth clinking together a few times as they excitedly and hurriedly breathed each other in. Butch tried to take control, his shaking fingers cupping Warren’s rounded jaw and keeping him steady. The kiss only lasted for a few moments as Warren broke away to catch his breath, forgetting to breathe in their haste.

Butch blinked open his eyes to meet the emerald green ones in front of him. Warren’s face was flushed, and he looked starstruck.

“Was that okay?” Warren asked nervously. 

Butch only blinked in response, his head filled with nothing but the thought of those velvety, pink lips against his own. They were as soft as he had imagined so many times before.

“Butch?” Warren waved a hand in front of Butch’s face, finally freeing him from his thoughts.

“Uh…” Butch blinked a few times, “Yeah…Yeah, was good. A little sloppy, could use some work…” 

“You wanna try again?”

“Yeah…” Butch’s voice was low as he stared at the blonde, almost like he was in a trance, “C’mere…”

Butch shifted forward on his knees a little, the hand cradling Warren’s jaw wrapping around the back of his head to thread through his golden locks, causing Warren to moan quietly as their lips collided once more.

This time was just as heated, but slow and careful as they took their time. Butch softly gripped the back of the other man’s neck and, goddammit, Warren wouldn’t stop making those little hushed moans as their lips moved together. Butch wondered if Warren was even aware of what those noises were doing to him, or if he knew he was even making them at all. He sounded so sweet. Butch wanted to devour him whole.

Caught in the moment, Butch flicked his tongue out to lick his way into Warren’s soft mouth. The blonde flinched away at the sensation, breaking their kiss and sending Butch into a panic. God, I fucked up, he thought, I went too far and now he’s never gonna talk to me again…

“Shit. I’m sorry man, I–”

“It’s okay,” Warren interrupted, placing a hand on Butch’s arm, “I’ve never, uh… It surprised me,” He smiled sheepishly and Butch wanted to tackle him to the floor, “I liked it…can we keep going?” It killed Butch how soft Warren’s voice was, like he was equally afraid of scaring Butch off.

Butch only nodded in response, their faces still so close to each other that all he had to do was lean in again to press their lips together for a third time. Warren accepted him eagerly, wrapping his muscled arms around Butch’s neck and pulling him close to his own body. Butch was the one to moan at that, a noise he didn’t even realize he was making until it already escaped him.

Pushing gently at Warren’s chest, Butch ushered him to lay on his back before climbing atop him in his haste. Warren didn’t seem to object, allowing Butch to straddle him and do what he pleased. The arms wrapped around Butch’s neck began to explore, one feeling along his back and the other entwining into the back of his thick, dark hair. Butch shuddered.

Warren whimpered this time when he felt Butch’s tongue slowly trace along his top lip. He opened his mouth tentatively, allowing Butch to lick his way inside. It was…an odd feeling, but Warren didn’t dislike it. He wasn’t sure what to do with his own tongue, so he just let Butch take the lead. He shivered as Butch felt his way around, exploring Warren’s mouth and drinking up every muffled moan that the blonde couldn’t keep to himself. Warren didn’t mean to be so noisy, but it was so hard when Butch was right on top of him, invading his mouth and biting softly at his bottom lip.

The sudden grind of Butch’s hips made them both groan. Warren tightened his fingers in Butch’s hair, desperate to keep him close even as their kiss broke. They nuzzled against each other, both gasping quietly at the friction.

They stayed that way for a few moments, bodies glued to one another as both of them attempted to catch their breath. Warren leaned his head back against the floor, just breathing softly and fluttering his eyes shut, his hand still coiled in Butch’s hair. Butch looked down at him, admiring his flushed cheeks and the way his chest rose and fell as he breathed. He was beautiful. Butch realized he was hard, and then he realized Warren was too. Butch felt himself grow hotter, if that was even possible at this point.

“You…I…” Butch’s tongue suddenly felt too heavy in his mouth, “That was–”

“Good…” Warren finished his sentence, smiling up at Butch serenely. He was petting the back of Butch’s neck, and Butch felt it tingle along his spine. “I mean…did I do good?”

“Yeah…” Butch felt lightheaded, his courage from just a few minutes ago suddenly nowhere to be found. He realized he was shaking. “Great. You did great.”

Warren slid his fingers back into Butch’s hair, pushing him forward so that their lips were almost touching. They looked into each other’s eyes, and Butch shivered again as he realized Warren’s looked hungry.

“I want more,” Warren’s words were punctuated by an experimental roll of his hips. It was Butch’s turn to whimper. “Show me, Butch…”

[azrielhours]

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts

Azriel x Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Synopsis: Azriel and Reader mutually pine for each other, toeing the line from friends to lovers. The IC tricks them into admitting their feelings by making them jealous. He confesses his feelings when he mistakenly thinks she’s drunk.

A/N: Part 2 to Starry Eyes but can be read alone

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You reached across your bed, seeking the warmth of a certain Spymaster, but your fingers were met with cold sheets. You frowned, opening your bleary eyes to confirm the emptiness you felt in your bed, mirroring the emptiness in your heart. He didn’t stay. You bit back your disappointment.

Making your way into the kitchen, you found your culprit seated at the breakfast table. You peered at him timidly, wondering how to interact naturally after such closeness displayed the night before. Azriel smiled warmly at you as you approached the table.

“Morning,” he said, passing you a mug of coffee. Of course he looked put together despite the partying last night, not a single hair out of place. Prick.

You accepted the coffee, sitting adjacent to him. “Hi Az. I, uh, I’m sorry about last night.” Your eyes flitted to the table. “It’s just… easy to let my guard down – um, you know, and the drinking.” You started fidgeting. “You know, they say drunk words are sober thoughts, but that’s just absurd. Isn't it?” When he didn’t respond, you looked up, finding him smiling fondly. You frowned in confusion. “What?”

“You’re adorable.”

Taken aback, your cheeks heated. “Oh, I didn’t – I wasn’t –” you cut yourself off and glared at him. Azriel just laughed at your fluster.

You needed to change the subject. “Are you not hungover?”

He was still smiling, which you chose to ignore. “No. I have a high tolerance for alcohol.”

“Are you saying I don’t?”

His eyes twinkled. “You could hardly keep your eyes open last night.”

You smiled despite his teasing. “Hey, it was your job to make sure I stayed awake, and look where that got us.”

His eyes narrowed playfully. “Yeah? Where did that get us.”

“Nowhere, because you didn’t sleep with me.” You stiffened. It was Azriel’s turn to blush, eyes widening. “Oh,” you added quickly. “I meant sleep. Like sleep sleep. Not, you know –”

Azriel started laughing again, louder this time, watching you dig yourself into a hole.

You huffed in frustration. “Forget I said anything.”

His smile endured. “I’ll think on it.”

This was not going as planned. You changed the subject yet again. “Are you doing anything today?”

You wished you could come off as unbothered as he did, not the stumbling mess you felt inside. But Azriel still held his easy smile, like he didn’t mind. “Yes. I have a mission in Summer. I’m meeting with Cressida. Soon, actually.”

You hated the lurch in your heart. You had no claim on Azriel, no true justification to feel jealous. “Oh.” You frowned slightly into your coffee.

“Ready to go, Az?” you heard Cassian call from the foyer.

Azriel stood, downing his remaining coffee. “Yeah, I’ll be right there,” he answered.

You bit your lip, ignoring the longing you felt in your heart sparked by his looming departure. To your shock, Azriel walked over to where you sat instead of the exit. You craned your neck to look up at him, wide-eyed and curious. Azriel brought his hand to your cheek, gently cradling the side of your face. You were frozen, watching him. His thumb stroked across your cheekbone once, then rested there for a beat. “You had leftover stardust,” he murmured.

He pulled his hand back to show you. You instinctively cradled his hand, finding his thumb was indeed covered in an iridescent glow from last night’s Starfall. You distractedly reached with your hand to touch your cheek where he’d caressed you, looking back up at him. Something intense flared in his eyes. He swallowed, then gently pulled his hand out of yours, dropping it to his side. He gave you a farewell nod and exited the kitchen. You remained frozen in your spot long after the Illyrians left, trying to clear the haze from your mind and the pounding from your heart.

You were in deep shit.

~

It was late in the evening when your friends gathered in the House. Unsurprisingly, requests to go to Rita’s started bouncing around hours ago, leading you to where you were now, seated at the table watching Mor dance. You’d told yourself earlier that this would be a good distraction from your incessant thoughts of a hazel-eyed Shadowsinger, one who had your stardust on his fingers and your heart in his palm –

“So,” your High Lord drawled, pulling your attention back to the present. “Azriel’s meeting with Cressida, huh?”

You glanced sidelong at him. “Yeah. What about it?”

Rhys shared an amused look with Feyre. “It’s too bad he couldn’t just meet with Tarquin,” Feyre added.

“Why?” you said. “There’s nothing wrong with meeting with Cressida.”

“It doesn’t bother you?” Rhys added.

“Of course not,” you lied.

“Ah. Good.” Rhys held that devilish smile. “I guess it doesn’t matter that he’s back.”

You snapped your head to the entrance, finding Azriel and Cassian making their way over to your table. You turned back to find a smug grin on the High Lord’s face.

“Hey guys,” Cassian said, taking a seat, followed by Azriel. You needed to be nonchalant, not giving Rhys reason to tease. You smiled calmly.

“Hello Cassian. Azriel.”

“So formal,” Cassian smiled at you. Feyre laughed behind her glass.

“How was the mission?” You asked Cassian.

Azriel answered. “It was good.”

“Good,” you said earnestly.

Cassian smiled. “Everything okay, Y/N?”

You smiled sweetly. “Of course.”

Rhys chuckled. “Y/N. Come dance with me.” He stood, extending his hand to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Azriel frown as you took Rhys’s hand. You felt his eyes follow the two of you all the way to the dancefloor.

You looked at Rhys in confusion as he led you through a slow dance. He smiled. “So, you wanna tell me what all that was about?”

You blushed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Rhys chuckled. “What’s going on between you and your little crush?”

You frowned, glancing back to the table in worry. “Lower your voice or Az will hear.”

“Interesting. I never specified a name,” Rhys said. You whipped your head back to his, eyes wide. Shit. “Aw,” Rhys cooed. “Not even gonna deny it? It’s that bad, huh.”

“Shut up. Respectfully.”

Rhys just chuckled. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”

You took a deep breath. “I don’t know. Every time I drink, he gets, like… close to me, he opens up, but then the next day, it’s like none of that happened.” You frowned at your words. Rhys watched patiently as the truth spilled out. “I’m beginning to think he doesn’t like me sober.”

Rhys shook his head, smiling warmly. “He does like you sober.”

You just shrugged.

“Is that why you didn’t have anything to drink tonight?”

You nodded.

Rhys went on. “Is it also possibly because of Cressida?”

You glared. “Maybe.”

“Well, it looks like my work here is done,” he said. You frowned in confusion, but before you could ask –

“Can I steal her?”

You turned around and found Azriel reaching for your hand. Rhys let you go, parting with a wink.

Azriel waited patiently for you, arms open. You walked towards him, accepting his silent offer. He pulled you in, and you allowed yourself to relish the feeling of his hands on your waist. He began leading the motion. When you adjusted to the feeling of his closeness, you finally looked into his eyes. “Did I miss something since this morning? He asked, his voice low. “You seem distant.”

“No, nothing.”

Azriel narrowed his eyes playfully, a small smile appearing. He continued to lead you in the slow dance. Your eyes darted around his head, finding it hard to hold his gaze. When the silence prompted you to look back, he looked endeared by your abashment. “Did you have something to drink?” he asked lowly.

You nodded once, not feeling guilty for lying.

“Would you like me to get you more?”

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Shadowsinger?”

Azriel blushes. “No, no, I meant – you seem uneasy. I don’t –”

You laughed. “I’m just teasing Az.”

He smiled at the sound of your laugh, leaning in closer.

His breath fanned your cheeks, making it harder to think straight. “I think I’m going to cut out alcohol,” you said distractedly, focusing on his sensuous mouth inching closer to yours.

“Why,” he breathed. People continued to dance around the two of you, but you felt yourselves stop moving.

He leaned even closer to you, and you tilted your head back. “Because,” you rasped. “It’s not wise to be indulgent.”

He was so close that if you just rose on your toes, his mouth would meet yours. “Why,” he breathed again. It was getting harder to hold back.

“Because. At the end of the night I’ll still be by myself.”

You froze at your own admission, Azriel’s eyes scanned your face. His brows furrowed together as hurt overtook his features. You felt your own brows upturn in vulnerability, crestfallen as the truth spilled.

Azriel doesn’t kiss you.

The song ends, and you’re still in his arms. You began unwinding yourself from Azriel’s body, but he continued to hold tight to you. “Y/N,” he began. Anguish was still etched on his face.

Your pent-up feelings and the lack of him culminated all at once, sadness overtaking you. “I think I’m going to call it a night,” you said. His hands were still on your waist. You reached behind you, placing your hands on his and gently pulled them off. He didn’t stop you. You tried not to think about the pain you saw in his eyes.

He remained standing where he was as you made your way to the exit.

Without the ability to winnow, you began the long walk home, arms wrapped around your middle. You made it about three blocks when you heard someone land gracefully behind you. Rhys, you thought as you turned to face your High Lord.

You halted upon seeing Azriel; the two of you were the only people on the street. He watched you tentatively before speaking. “Let me walk you home.”

You took a deep breath. “Okay.” At your consent, he came to walk beside you. “But only because I’m sleepy,” you added weakly.

You heard him huff out a laugh. “Of course.”

The two of you walked in silence, his hands in his pockets. Regretting your emotional admission, you stopped and turned to face him suddenly.

“I’m sorry – ”

“Y/N, I need –”

The two of you spoke at the same time, halting. You laughed sheepishly. “You go.”

Azriel exhaled. “I’m sorry for not… Y/N, I know I sometimes tiptoe around you. I’m sorry for hurting you. I would – that’s the last thing I’d ever want.” There was no smile on his face, only sincere openness.

You gazed in awe.

The rare display of vulnerability on his face was equally as moving as his admission. Azriel swallowed, gauging your reaction. “I’m sorry to have disappointed you.”

Your eyes softened, along with your heart. “Az, no – you didn’t disappoint me.”

You walked to where he stood, unable to convey your feelings with words. Azriel watched, the hope in his eyes alone breaking your heart. You wrapped your arms around his torso. He immediately reciprocated, squeezing you into him. He pulled back enough to lift you into his arms, causing you to squeak at the sudden shift. He carried you and gracefully ascended into the air, intending to fly you the rest of the way home.

Silence overtook the two of you. Azriel took his time, banking and gliding across the sky with you in his arms. The heft of your emotions, the warmth of his body holding you, and the wind from flying had you closing your eyes, trying to savour his closeness before it inevitably ended. You let yourself sag into his arms. After a few moments, Azriel began speaking in a hushed voice.

“I hope you’ll remember all of this in the morning.”

You frowned in confusion, eyes still closed. Why wouldn’t I remember this in the morning?

You feel Azriel breathe deeply before continuing. “The reason I don’t… let myself have you is because I don’t think I deserve you.” Your heart faltered. “But I do want to be with you,” he said, voice hoarse. “If you’d have me.”

“Az,” you breathed. “I want to be with you too.”

“Do you really?” he asks lowly.

You crack open your eyes to look at him. “Yes, isn’t it obvious?” He smiled. “Why are you –” being so direct? The words went unsaid.

“What you said this morning,” he answered. You frowned, prompting him to clarify. “Drunk words are sober thoughts,” he echoed your words from earlier.

Oh.

Oh.

It dawned on you. He thought you were drunk.

He didn’t think you’d remember this in the morning. He wanted the honesty of a drunk admission. That woke you right up, eyes wide open. You felt yourself descend as the House came into view. Azriel made no move to put you down as he calmly took you to your room.

He made his way over to your bed, gently laying you down. Once he released you, he began to rise, but you tightened your hold on his neck. “Stay,” you said.

Azriel smiled to himself like he knew something you didn’t. “I can’t, sweetheart,” he said gently. He braced his arms on either side of your head to support himself as you tugged him down.

“Why not?”

“It’s not right,” he said.

“Azriel,” you laughed. “I’m sober.”

Azriel just smiled. “Sure you are.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed harder. You paused upon hearing vague shuffling outside. Your friends were all home. You knew what you had to do. You released Azriel from your vice grip, grabbed his hand to keep him from leaving, and sat up in your bed. “Rhys!” you called. Azriel frowned at you in confusion. “Rhys!”

You waited as Rhys’s footsteps grew louder, making his way to your room. He opened the door and stepped in, taking in the sight of Azriel standing beside your bed, holding your hand. Rhys laughed.

“Yes?”

“Rhys! Tell Az what I told you before.”

Rhys turned to Azriel. “She has a crush on you.”

Azriel’s eyes widened, and you balked. “No! Not that. The other thing.”

“She was jealous because you –”

“No,” you cut him off. “Tell him about the drinking,” you said.

“She thinks you only like her when she’s drunk.”

You huffed in frustration, frowning at the High Lord. “No. Tell him I didn’t have anything to drink!” you exclaimed.

Rhys laughed at your enthusiasm. “Oh. Yes. Azriel, she didn’t have anything to drink. She’s sober as a judge.”

“Thank you!” you bellowed, exasperated. Azriel’s shock was blatant, looking back and forth between you and Rhys.

Rhys was smiling like a Cheshire cat. “Will that be all?”

“Yes.” With that, Rhys left.

You turned your attention back to Azriel. His cheeks were red, eyes still wide. “You… everything I said,” he trailed off.

You got onto your knees on the bed to face him. “Yes.”

Azriel swallowed. “You truly… you truly want to be with me?”

You nodded. “Yes. I’ve wanted you for so long,” you insisted.

He beamed in adoration as he looked at you. “Okay,” he rasped.

You smiled at him. “Will you stay with me, Az?”

He took a deep breath and nodded. The contentment that fell upon you at his affirmation was better than any intoxication you’ve ever felt.

You stood to change in your closet, but Azriel stopped you. “I like you sober,” he said. “I’m sorry you thought I only liked you drunk. I liked how comfortable you got with me when you drank, but don’t ever think I only like you when you’re drunk.” Your eyes softened. You lifted to your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. You left before more emotional admissions occurred, even as your heart teemed with affection.

You came out in a nightgown and found Az in nightclothes, having winnowed to his room and back. He waited for you by the bed, the novelty of it all moderating your actions. You reassumed your position in the bed. Azriel came to you, covering you with a blanket before making his way around your bed, getting under the covers. He opened his arms to you which you happily folded yourself into, your head resting on his chest.

“You tricked me last night,” you whispered.

Azriel chuckled. “I was being a gentleman.”

“Great. Don’t ever do that again.”

You felt his laugh vibrate in his chest, making your eyes fall shut in contentment. The line between the two of you was finally crossed, and you had no plans to ever leave his side. Despite what he said about liking you sober, you’d happily get drunk on this feeling for the rest of your days. The two of you fit each other, falling into place like falling stars, lighting the world with brilliance. You drifted off to sleep with that sense of intoxication in your veins, his starry eyes on your mind, and your heart on your sleeve.

~

Edit: I changed the title from “Drunk Thoughts, Sober Desires” upon learning the correct saying

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[bratkook]

almost. (m) jjk.

not yet, almost, right now

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, baby angst, smut word count. 6.4k warnings. two idiots!!, pining, masturbation (m. and f.), use of vibrator, accidental voyeurism?,  more feelings come to light!! summary. jungkook tries to be the best wingman he could be in your new venture after your breakup. he could do it, right? note. part two of not yet, some more feelings are exposed, please don’t hate oc she is but a pendeja that doesn’t see the obvious feelings jungkook has but she has good intentions i promise<3 there will most likely be a final part,,if you guys are into it lmao okie bye

The cool summer breeze flows around you as you’re sitting under the shade, eyes focused on the chaos of runny yolk and hashbrowns that is your breakfast. Jungkook on the other hand, is focused on you. His signature yellow shades block out the sun reflecting from passing cars, concealing his eyes just enough for you to not see him blatantly staring at you while you stuff your face. 

The charmed smile he has falters slightly when you look directly at him, hashbrown lingering by your lip as you repeat his name. “Sorry, what?”

Your brows come together as you smile at his zoned out state, something you had grown fond of in the years of knowing him, always enjoying the small dazed look that graced his face whenever he was lost in his thoughts. His lips push out slightly in question, curious eyes wondering just what you could have been asking him. 

“I was saying that I think I’m giving up on crushes and love.” You say it so easily, mind made up as you grin at him before continuing to shovel hashbrowns into your mouth, only pausing to take a sip of your iced coffee. 

Jungkook tries his best to seem unaffected, nodding along in interest as he takes a steady bite of his own food. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, taking a look around at the people surrounding you: friends having breakfast together and snapping photos, couples feeding each other food with smiles on their faces, a lone man with his dog perched on the seat across from his while he worked on his computer. You briefly wonder if all of them, even the dog, have better luck with love than you do. 

“I think I’m cursed,” you continue. “All of my exes have been assholes, and I’ve always been too blind to see it until it’s over and I’m left crying over Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams.”

“Maybe you’re just looking for love in the wrong places,” Jungkook shrugs, internally screaming because he’s who you should be looking at if you wanted love. 

Not to toot his own horn, but Jungkook liked to think he was a good guy, a great boyfriend even. His previous track record of relationships could attest to that, all of them ending on mutual terms, still friendly and civil with each other. He’s almost certain if there was a Yelp page for him it would be at least 4.5 stars with comments raving about how great he is, even little anecdotal touches about how he always gave away his hoodies or offered to cook breakfast. 

He was a god damn catch, why couldn’t you see that?

“Maybe prince charming is a lot closer than you think,” he grumbles out, stabbing his omelette with a little more force than necessary, fork clanking against the plate. And when you gasp in realization he freezes, slowly looking back up at you and seeing the way your eyes widen. 

“Wait, maybe you’re right!” Your hand shoots across the table, gripping onto his forearm and it sends a shock throughout him, skin tingling at your touch. “You know that coffee shop below our building? That cute barista always puts a heart next to my name. Do you think I should ask for his number?”

Jungkook blinks once, slowly twirls his fork in his hand and blinks again before staring up at the sky, mentally asking why he couldn’t just go out and say it. “Hm, I don’t think you should.“

With a defeated sigh you retract your hand, slumping back into your seat and grabbing your iced coffee once more, stirring the straw and ice around as you nod. “True. What if he feels obligated to give it to me just because he doesn’t want to get fired in case I go all Karen on his ass.”

That wasn’t why Jungkook had said not to, but sure, that works too, so he hums along. 

“I bet he draws hearts on all the other girls cups too.” You huff, playfully wiping a tear under your eye with a smile. 

“I’ve actually—“

“You know what I—“

You both freeze mid sentence, Jungkook’s cheeks tinted a light pink as he stutters on his words, wide eyes staring at you as if he had caught himself before you cut him off. But as you’re about to tell him to go on, he waves you off and urges you to speak first. 

“I was just gonna say that maybe I should go through that wild phase people usually go through after breakups.”

He sets his silverware down on the plate and sips his water, giving you an odd look. “Wild phase? Like you wanna dye your hair red and get bangs?”

“No,” you cackle, ruffling a hand through your own hair as you picture yourself with that combination. “I should just go out and hook up with people. I feel like I’ve either been in a relationship or entirely single, so it could be fun right?”

“Uh, maybe...” he trails off, rolling his lips together in thought, not exactly fond of hearing you say that when he had felt the confession about to roll off his tongue. He takes a slow breath, trying to see this from a neutral point, the point of a supportive friend wanting to help you get over a breakup. 

“How do you go about it?”

“Me?” he chokes, pointing at his chest as if there was magically some other person you could be addressing. 

“Yes, you. Need I remind you, we share a wall between our beds.” You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face shows that you’re speaking of this lightly, not entirely annoyed by the fact that you had heard Jungkook during his own fair share of hook ups. 

He’s not ashamed of it, but considering he never really brought up being able to hear you, he thought you’d pretend to never hear him. It wasn’t too often that he had a girl over, the number of hookups only increasing after you got with Hajoon and loosely cut ties with Jungkook. But from what you had heard—and seen thanks to your nosey self looking through peep holes once they left—it was very rarely the same girl. 

So to you, Jungkook was a pro at the art of hookups. 

“Right, sorry,” he grimaces, a sheepish smile on his lips as he wonders just how many times his activities kept you up at night. 

“It’s fine, consider us even.” A teasing laugh follows your statement, enjoying the flustered look on his face, how his cheeks get even darker in embarrassment. Jungkook was used to the two of you talking like this, neither of you having a filter especially when it came to sexual aspects, but he hadn’t had a conversation like this since before you got with Hajoon. It would take some getting used to again. 

“So, give me the tips. Where do you find people?”

Jungkook leans back into his chair, arms stretching out on either side of him, short sleeves of his black tee bunching up and revealing more of his tattoos and the rippling of his muscles. With a small laugh he rakes his hand through his fluffy hair, giving you a small smile. “Honestly? Anywhere. I’ve gotten girl’s numbers at the gym and at coffee shops, but bars are the best bet for something quick.”

“Ugh, fuck you and your pretty privilege.” 

“What?” he guffaws, smiling wide and showing you his adorable smile as he laughs loudly, not caring about the attention he draws to your table. He doesn’t even realize how the table full of girls is now trying to discreetly stare at him, because his eyes are on you. You see it though, and it further proves your point. “What the hell is pretty privilege?”

Your wild hands gesture towards him, a look of disbelief on your face as you do so. “You! Of course girls line up to hand you their number, have you seen yourself? Pretty privilege,” you jab your fork at him in time with your final words, a smirk on your glossy lips. 

Jungkook feels his confidence grow at your casual compliment, tongue prodding at his cheek as he stares down at his food, trying not to smile too hard. You thought he was pretty, that was a win in his book. 

“C’mon,” he teases, foot gently nudging your leg underneath the table. “You could totally score someone's number. Plus there's always apps if you just wanna test the water.”

You give your plate a contemplated stare, “Sure, how hard could it be?”

Admittedly, the answer to that question was: not hard at all. You had met all your previous boyfriends in person, through mutual friends or shared classes back in college, never once dipping your toe into the world of Tinder or Bumble. Who knew all it would take was a couple of selfies and the strategic body shot to have boys circling around you like some new-age, slightly filthier version of rapunzel. 

Jungkook knew though, not at all shocked by how quickly you get a match the following day when he’s at your place. His eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, helping you beat a level in your favorite game that you had been stuck on. But the second you gasp as if you’ve won the lottery, he pauses the game entirely and gives you an odd look. 

“What?”

His answer comes in the form of your phone thrusted in his direction, lit up screen displaying your profile picture and the one of the boy you had just matched with. Jung Hoseok. Jungkook’s eyes narrow as he reads the name, trying to remember it in case he somehow had a friend in common that knew all the dirt on him. 

He has a similar pair of yellow shades on his own head, thicker black rims around them and a charming smile on his face. Jungkook chuckles to himself. Yellow shades? How original. 

“What do I say?” you question, eyes looking nervous as you wiggle the phone in his face. The small white bar beneath your match urges you to start a conversation, and coming up with the right words to say makes you overthink it all. 

“Just say hi and tack on some cute emoji. It’s not that hard,” he laughs, pushing the phone back at you. Jungkook knew you could start the message off any way you wanted and this Jung Hoseok would eat it right up. How could he not, the alluring smile in your profile photo would draw anyone in. 

“Okay, I did it.” Your phone is instantly locked and chucked aside in an attempt to be forgotten, choosing to grab the remote out of Jungkook’s hands for another distraction. It only lasts a brief second before you’re killed by the boss Jungkook was trying to defeat. 

“Really?” Jungkook huffs, yanking the remote back into his hands, needing a distraction himself. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you were searching for a fuck buddy while he sat beside you. How crazy would it be if he suggested being your fuck buddy, offered to help you through this so called wild phase you were searching for. 

No. That’s not what he wants. 

Would he enjoy it? Sure. But he could already imagine how much worse his heart would hurt if his feelings came to light and yours were non-existent. That is if you’d even agree to it. 

“Relax, he’s probably thinking of what to reply.”

You make a noise of disagreement, fingers itching to unlock your device to see if it was true, slowly inching towards it until you finally grab it and go back onto the app. Jungkook just chuckles as he goes back to helping you with your game, not wanting to look at you as you giggle at your device. He could already imagine what this guy was telling you for you to turn into a giddy mess not even two minutes in. 

He tunes it all out, eyes focused on the screen, fingers gripping the remote with a little more force than needed. His concentration helps him though, finally passing the level you’ve been stuck on for the past two weeks. 

“You’re welcome,” he sighs, making a show of stretching out and sending you a smile, having it falter slightly when he sees your eyes still focused on the screen of your phone. With a frown he looks back at the television, saving the game before turning it off altogether. 

Once he gets up from the couch, making his way over to the media console to store the remotes, is when you look up at him. “You’re right, this is easy!”

Jungkook doesn’t feel the usual pride that comes with being right, but the cheerful look on your face prevents him from feeling salty. Coming back towards the couch, he sits beside you once more, facing you as he rests his elbow on the back cushion to lean on. “Told you so.”

He keeps that same smile on his face as you mention how quick Hoseok was to ask you out on a date, even as you bring up the fact that this date would be at his place, and Jungkook could decipher netflix and chill any way some greasy boy tried to conceal it. 

“I hope he knows I don’t want anything serious,” you mumble, chewing on your fingernail as you scroll through the messages. 

Jungkook could almost laugh at how blissfully unaware you were of the piranha infested water that was the great sea of Tinder. Of course this yellow sunglass wearing wannabe version of him knows you don’t want anything serious, why else would he be so quick to invite you over with the cheeky excuse to watch movies. 

All he can do is shrug as he stares at you, lips pressed together in an effort to not say something that would totally ruin everything. Instead, Jungkook does everything he can to be the best version of a wingman you could get. He tells you the ins and outs of hookups, how you should definitely not text him the minute you leave his place and tell him you had fun, don’t talk about anything super personal involving family or your work, and if he doesn’t offer to go down on you but expects a blowjob he’s a loser. 

It’s solid advice that you mentally jot down, subjecting him to further questions your mind comes up with and even asking him for help on an outfit via text the night of your hangout with Jung Hoseok. 

Jungkook stares at the photos for a little too long if he’s being honest. They weren’t spectacular selfies that you had taken much effort for, their sole purpose being showing off the outfit, but the way you look so focused as you snapped the shot had him zooming into your face and smiling like an idiot. When you double text him with a long line of question marks he snaps out of it, deciding on the second option you picked of mom jeans and a cropped shirt. Cute and casual, and definitely something Jungkook preferred, but he’d never tell you that. 

When you finally text him a thumbs up and tell him you’re on your way out he just hearts the message before locking his device and trudging to the living room. It’s not often that he wallows in self pity, spacing those days out so far he barely remembers them. But they usually went exactly like this, ordering a large meat lovers pizza with extra cheese, drinking far too many Mike’s hard lemonade—because despite how much they made his stomach hurt they were tasty so he didn’t care—and binge watching his comfort show: Modern Family. 

But even as he sulks on his couch, practically sinking into the cushions with horrible posture and a slice of pizza resting on his chest, he can’t find it in himself to chuckle at Cam and Mitch’s usual banter. He’s too busy thinking about which movie you’re currently watching, if you were watching it. Who’s Jungkook kidding though, you were totally getting your guts rearranged right now. 

Taking an aggressive bite out of the crust he frowns and raises the volume up on his television, attempting to drown the mocking voice in his head calling him a loser for not admitting to his feelings. He knew this, knew he should have said something when he wanted to at breakfast, but Jungkook was afraid that if he confessed as you were talking about hooking up, that you’d see him as taking advantage of a situation instead of being genuine. I mean who wouldn’t? You say you want something casual and suddenly he’s spilling his heart out and you’re supposed to believe he’s not some pig trying to butter you up. He didn’t want to get labeled as a creepy neighbor after the good times you’ve had. 

“So stupid,” he grumbles to himself as he takes another swig, the last drops of the alcohol hitting his tongue with a tangy aftertaste. As he sits up to place the empty bottle onto his coffee table his muscles ache, neck stiff from the unfortunate position it had been subjected to for the last three hours. With a small huff he’s rolling his shoulders, reaching for his discarded phone to see the time—and also check if you’d sent him some SOS text—but he finds nothing besides the bright numbers indicating that it was nearing midnight.

In true pity party day fashion, he doesn’t even bother cleaning up after his mess, just tossing the dirty dishes into the sink to be washed tomorrow when he would force himself to be in a better mood. Instead, he grabs a water and his phone and waddles into his bedroom. 

The moonlight illuminates the space enough for him to keep the light switch off, undressing from his crumb covered sweats and shirt, choosing to remain in his boxers as he slipped under the cold duvet. The sheets feel fresh against his hot cheeks, flush from the alcohol, cooling him down and making his body relax. 

Jungkook knows he should sleep, needing to be up early tomorrow for work, but he can’t stop his mind from wandering into dangerous territory. His buzzed brain has no qualms imagining exactly what you were doing right now, wondering if you’d be the type to act shy at a guy’s house for the first time, if you’d initiate the first move or not. Jungkook had only seen it up close once under the flash of strobe lights and the haze of alcohol, but he can still picture the soft smile on your face before you go in for a kiss, and he grumbles under his breath when he realizes that he wouldn’t be the one kissing you tonight. 

What he doesn’t know, is that you wouldn’t be the one getting kissed tonight either. The Jung Hoseok you had perceived through Tinder, assuming he was all casual and DTF with his netflix and chill suggestion, had been anything but. What you thought would be a steamy night, ended up becoming a nice dinner and comedy watched, morphing into some version of game night where you discovered he was a little too competitive than you were used to. The only action you got was a kiss to your cheek as he walked you to your car and a promise for another date. A promise you would not be keeping. 

So as Jungkook lays in bed while his thoughts turn into some fantasy of you moaning out his name, you shuffle into your bedroom and slip into your pajamas with a defeated sigh. You had already texted your best friend telling her what a bust tonight had been, deciding to just tell Jungkook all about it tomorrow because you knew he was most likely fast asleep now. And as you settle under your own covers, inches away from Jungkook with only a wall seperating you, you decide to just call it a night and pretend it never happened. 

Just as you shut your eyes, nuzzling into your pillow, you hear the first moan come from behind the wall. A small cry of despair escapes you as you bury your face into your sheets, tugging them up and over your head to block the sound of Jungkook getting some action the same night you had been left high and dry. Of course he would, assuming you’d be getting the same treatment at your date's place, why wouldn’t he take advantage of your absence and not have to muffle his partner’s moans the way he usually did. 

You’re just going to ignore it, until you hear a moan that sounds strangely like your own name. Maybe it's wishful thinking on your part, your horny brain deciding to pretend that Jungkook was calling for you instead of whoever he was with. It might be a little wrong for you to have that fantasy of your neighbor, but you aren’t blind. He’s hot, and adorably sweet, the perfect package for any girl he tried to swoon. And judging by the cries you’ve heard of lucky girls prior, you know he was good in bed. 

You’re just desperate now. That’s the excuse you tell yourself as you slowly settle onto your back, feeling your body warm up when you focus on his muffled groans, desperate and needy. As your hand slowly slides down your shirt, you shut your eyes, biting down onto your lip to muffle any sound you could make when your fingers slip underneath your pants and past your underwear. 

Jungkook on the other hand doesn’t care about his volume. His boxers are tugged down his thighs, knees bent as he slowly ruts into his sticky palm. His hand is tacky with the lube he had messily squirted on, thick cock glistening in the light coming in from his window. He can’t look away from it, mouth dropped open as he groans, imagining it was your hand tightly wrapped around him, your spit covering his cock instead of that strawberry flavored lube. 

“Ah fuck,” he moans, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back onto his soft pillows when his thumb rubs along his slit. It continues to leak beads of precum, quickly wiped away to join the mess on his cock when his hand slides back down and squeezes along his base. 

You hear that loud and clear, and when the female voice you’re expecting never follows, you realize he must be taking care of himself. It makes you feel a little less guilty now as your fingers trail along your slit, collecting the slick coating your folds before you softly circle your clit. A choked gasp fills the air at the small sensation, your body already wired after having expected to get some action tonight; it totally had nothing to do with your hot neighbor jacking off inches away from you. 

With your eyes fluttering shut, you strain your ears to make out any other noise, muffling your own groans with a hand pressed against your mouth. The bed creaks lightly underneath you as you roll your hips into your hand, getting into a smooth rhythm that makes your body buzz. 

Slowly, your imagination runs wild, and you wonder just what Jungkook was thinking of as he did this. Was he watching some porn as he did it, using his own filthy thoughts to push himself to ecstacy, or was this just something he needed to do to be able to sleep? 

“Shit, so good,” he groans out, voice raspy, but you can sense his desperation through the drywall. It’s what has you sinking a single digit into your drenched entrance, biting down onto your lower lip when you feel the glide of your walls as you start to thrust into yourself, easing in another and mewling at the slight stretch. 

Jungkook would absolutely give his left leg to know what your pussy felt like, he didn’t even care how disgusting he sounded by admitting that to himself, it was true. Blame it on the hard lemonade that made his stomach ache and his mind unfiltered, but he could almost visualize how you’d look above him, could practically feel the warmth of your core wrapped around him, dripping down his length as he fucked into you. 

He knows you’re loud in bed, never being one to conceal your cries of pleasure and he would die happy to hear his name come out of your mouth as you creamed his cock. But for now, his hand would have to do. 

His lids feel too heavy, jaw slack as the pleasure flows through his body. The wet squelch of his palm fills the room, mingling with his pants and groans, air growing thick around him. It’s been a while since Jungkook had jacked off, and even longer since he’d been able to do it shamelessly in bed without the fear of you hearing him, but now that he thought you were gone he can’t find it in himself to cover his mouth or groan into his pillows like he usually did. 

The pent up frustration fogs up his mind, cranks the lust up to 11 until his free hand is gripping his sheets beside him, bed frame creaking as his thrusts speed up. The thuds of his headboard hitting the wall come from behind you, a choked moan blending in with it, and it has you scrambling for your bedside drawer. 

The pajamas you wear get yanked off your legs and tossed aside after you grab your trusty vibrator, settling onto your back once more with huff. All it takes is a press of a button for the device to come to life, buzzing in your hand as you trail it up your thighs. A gasp escapes you when you pass it over your mound, brushing against your clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through you. 

“Oh my god,” you whimper when you finally press the vibrating head directly onto your sensitive clit, legs spreading further apart as you increase the intensity. You could clearly hear the raise in Jungkook’s moans, and that's when the first irrational thought pops into your mind. 

How easy would it be for you to head over to his place and deal with both of your problems. Surely Jungkook wouldn’t have an issue with you offering to suck his dick, wouldn’t mind letting you sink down onto him if it was just a friendly favor. 

The little devil on your shoulder tells you it would be mutually beneficial, urging you to get up and walk to Jungkook’s with the vibrator still in your hand, but you can’t. This alone felt like enough of a dirty secret, a secret you’d have absolutely no problem keeping because although you feel slightly ashamed, you couldn’t deny how turned on you are. 

The flashes of all the times you’ve heard Jungkook with other people play in your mind, the screams of his name that he tried to muffle, pleas for him to go faster, the resounding smack of his palm on flesh that always left you wide eyed when you heard it. And you start to wonder if maybe you’d be into that, the feeling of his large tattooed hand connecting with your ass, gently tapping against your cheek for you to open up for his cock. 

That fantasy is like the first ember needed to start the fire inside of you, spreading uncontrollably until you’re bucking into your vibrator, teeth biting down on your lip to keep any potential moans of his name from slipping out. 

“Fuck, fuck,” he chants, the same fire burning within him. Maybe your minds are linked telepathically, his thoughts gravitating to the same filthy fantasy you had. Jungkook was very much an ass man, knowing very well how good your butt looked in jeans from how often he stared at it, he could only imagine how good it would look as he fucked you from behind. Picturing the way it would bounce back from the force of his thrusts, eyes glued to the way you’d soak his cock, mimicking the tightness of your walls with a firm grip of his palm. 

Jungkook can sense his orgasm approaching, leaves his chest feeling tight as he pants, legs gliding along his sheets for leverage to continue fucking into his hand. You’re not far off either, vibrator set to the highest setting you can practically feel your bones rattling, free hand slipped under your shirt as you pinch at your pebbled nipples. You’re both on the brink of falling over the edge, the same question playing in your mind: where would you want Jungkook to cum?

As his moans get breathier, whiny in a way you’d never imagine them to be, you mentally decide that you’d want him to cum inside of you, wanting to see the way his cute face would twist up in pleasure as he filled you up. Jungkook hopes you would, throwing all responsible thinking aside for that sweet moment of ecstasy and the mental picture is enough to finally push him over. 

“Ah shit, baby,” he cries out in his room—thankfully having half the mind to not cry out your name as he came—eyes rolling back as his cock twitches in his palm, ribbons of cum splashing onto his stomach and chest. The warmth hits his skin, more droplets continuing to leak out as his palm milks his orgasm, stomach hiccuping and back arching from the stimulation. 

The choked moan is what has your own orgasm washing over you, your palm slapping over your mouth so hard you know you’ll feel the ache later but you don’t care. A muffled gasp blends with the buzzing of your toy, thighs tensing up as your body tingles and writhes around on your sheets. 

The only thing you can think of is Jungkook, the charming smile he’d give you when he listened to you rant about anything, his annoying habit of rolling up his sleeves to show off his muscles, the cute scowl on his face whenever you managed to beat him at Mario Kart, and the soft feeling of his alcohol coated lips on yours. It leaves you feeling warm as your orgasm flows through you, lying limp on the bed as you mewl at the sensitivity. 

When you realize your thoughts have strayed from ‘pure sexy Jungkook fantasyland’, and switched over to ‘Jeon Jungkook your adorable neighbor’, your eyes go wide, finger immediately going to turn off the vibrator. In your haste to shut it off, you click the wrong button, changing the pulsing settings and nearly screaming when the device starts to buzz erratically against your overly sensitive clit. 

With a strained gasp you yank it away from yourself, turn it off and throw it aside, horribly miscalculating the size of your bed and watching in horror as it lands on the floor with a loud thud. The complete silence from both sides makes the noise sound deafening, and all you can do is sit on your bed, half naked, and hope Jungkook is still too busy basking in his post orgasm bliss to hear the bang. 

Although the blood is still pumping in his ears, he heard the thud clearly. His heart stops in his chest as he lays there, too scared to breathe in case he’d somehow make too much noise, suddenly afraid of being too loud after he had just made a show of himself. Jungkook slowly sits himself up, grimacing at the stickiness on his stomach before pressing his ear against his headboard to try to hear anything else. 

All you want to do is yank the covers over yourself and go to sleep, pretend your horrendous date and your dirty thoughts about your friend never happened. The sobering mentality that comes after an orgasm settles into you, leaving you staring at the floor with a crease between your brows as you wonder what the hell came over you. 

When Jungkook hears nothing else, he sighs in relief, hauling himself out of bed to grab another pair of underwear before entering his bathroom to clean up. As he stares at his own reflection in the mirror, he frowns at how pathetic he feels. The throbbing headache of his earlier drinks is already starting to kick in, body now sweaty from exertion, stomach covered in his cum. 

“Such a loser,” he grumbles out, grabbing a wad of tissues to wipe away the mess on his skin before walking back out. Here he was, getting off to the thought of you, while you were out having your post-breakup wild phase. 

His hands grab his phone as he reaches his nightstand, flopping back onto the bed and unlocking the device. It’s now one in the morning, and you still hadn’t text him, which either meant you were having the time of your life, or Jungkook had to track down this Jung Hoseok. The slightly protective side of him won’t allow him to sleep until he hears back from you, fingers already typing out a message and hitting send. 

Jungkook 1:23am : you safe or am i gonna have to go all Liam Neeson on this guy?

When your phone vibrates on your nightstand you gasp, grabbing it before it could make any more noise. Seeing Jungkook’s name flash on the screen makes your blood run cold, already imagining what the text could be: calling you dirty for getting off on him, making fun of you, telling you to come ove—no stop that. 

Finally mustering up the courage, you open it up, a small laugh spilling out as you read his message, relief flooding through you as you realize that meant he thought you were still with Hoseok. 

Y/N 1:26am : oh yeah, you gonna show him your very particular set of skills? lol

Y/N 1:26am : i just got home though

Y/N 1:26am : like right now

Y/N 1:26am : still sitting in my living room

Y/N 1:27am : haha

He laughs at your string of texts, something you hear as he settles into bed. Jungkook ebbs away the small feeling of jealousy in his chest, trying to see the silver lining of this. You weren’t rushing to tell him anything about your date which meant it either went so good you wanted to keep it to yourself, or it was subpar and you wouldn’t be seeing this yellow sunglass wearing copycat again. 

Jungkook 1:29am : glad you got home safe, goodnight y/n!

Sending back a goodnight text, you lock your phone and slide deeper into bed, pulling the sheets up to your chin as you stare at the ceiling. You already know the only thing you’ll be dreaming about is your cute neighbor with a bunny smile and body proportions that contradicted it. And as Jungkook lays in bed, wondering if he’ll have to push the crush aside, you’re barely coming to terms with the fact that the small glowing feeling that came with being around him might be something else. 

Every single one of your interactions gets rewinded and played back like a seamless montage, remembering just how many almost moments there was between you. The way his eyes would flash down to your lips whenever you playfully argued on your couch, hands yanking the remotes from his in a game of tug of war that left you way too close in the heat of the moment. How he’d let you braid his hair anytime you found a new youtube tutorial, his starry eyes staring at you with so much adoration it made your stomach flip, brushing it off as love for a friend. 

Then came the jokes from your friends, constantly teasing you about Jungkook, playfully saying they would try to sleep with him just because they liked the scowl on your face, and how quickly you tried to play it off. How the sweet old lady from the convenience store downstairs always assumed you were dating when you came in together, the low jab she sent when you walked in with Hajoon and she said she preferred you with Jungkook. That argument had been one of the ones that left him bolting out of your apartment with a nasty slam of the door, spewing nasty words at you, calling you blind for not seeing it and dumb for acting like you had no idea what he was talking about. 

And for the first time, you come to the sudden realization that Hajoon was right. His deep set insecurities about Jungkook had stemmed from scraps of the truth, not just from him but from you too. The amount of times you’d find a way to slide Jungkook’s name into a conversation about anything, telling him funny stories about him, too lost in thought to see that while you were giggling as you reminisce, he was staring at you in disbelief. 

The final thought that makes you want a blackhole to swallow you up, comes in the form of you, grabbing Jungkook’s face before planting a kiss on his unsuspecting lips at the club. You want to scream into your pillow as you recall it, how he had almost leaned back in to kiss you again before you had sobered him up with your dumb question rooted in revenge. 

“Oh my god, I’m such a bitch.” you whimper. Subjecting Jungkook to be your wingman, jokingly telling him he should be your fake boyfriend more often, asking him for tips with hook ups. If everyone else could see it but you, he probably thought you were purposely friendzoning him. 

The guilt piles on top of you as you start to piece together every moment that flew over your head, only making you bury yourself deeper into your sheets. It makes your heart twist, taking note of how Jungkook was always so quick to put a smile on his face despite how naive you were to it all, wondering if maybe it was too late to try to make something of this now. How many times could you call Jungkook ‘bro’ and treat him like you didn’t see him romantically, before he decided there was no hope for him anymore. 

So as you force yourself to sleep, nerves and uncertainty weighing heavy on your mind, Jungkook snores away as he dreams of the almost moments that could have been.

[zooophagous]

Artemis plucked a fuzzy yellow tennis ball from the brand new tube. Inwardly, she wondered if it wasn't a little degrading for him- being expected to chase a ball for exercise as if he were a pet dog. It didn't seem to have occurred to Strauss, however. He was usually very up front about things that bothered him. She also worried, however, that the physical activity the institute could offer wasn't quite enough for a creature of a vampire's caliber.

Luckily he seemed fairly sedate overall. Maybe that was to be expected, he was technically dead after all. The actual day to day activity levels of the average vampire were just another large data hole that needed filling. She had the feeling that Strauss wasn't quite average for his kind.

Elsewhere in the gym, Ursula and Troy were playing ping pong. It was half a game, and half an excuse for Ursula to stand by "just in case" Herr Strauss got a little too 'wound up' during a friendly tennis match.

Strauss himself didn't seem too wound up. Instead he looked, truthfully, rather awkward. He was far too tall for his second hand gym clothes, especially the shorts, giving him quite a sporty look that a vampire didn't slide into comfortably.

"You know how to play tennis, right?" She asked, twirling her racket playfully.

"I believe so. Correct me if I mis-step." He replied.

She gave the ball an experimental bounce or two. The vampire stood stock still, but tracked the movement of the object intently with his eyes. She smiled at this, maybe tennis would be a good outlet for prey drive after all.

"I'll serve first." She lobbied a ball gently over the net, which he quickly bolted after- too quickly- and sent the ball sailing back well over her head in a bright yellow blur. It struck the far wall and bounced mindlessly away into nowhere.

"Mmm. I might have to hold back more. This game requires finesse as well as strength." He mused, and trotted after the projectile.

"That's fine, I sort of expected it." She shrugged. "So, have you given much thought to what you want to do with yourself?"

"Well, after this I was going to take a shower and then Troy wanted to show me how to play "Mein Kraft" or somesuch."

"No, I mean like in general."

"Ah. I was going to ask you that." He smirked as he tossed the ball back to her. "You've cleaned me up and fed me, do you intend to merely keep me here as a pet?"

"Well, there's some plans."

She vollied the ball at him again, faster this time, and he returned the serve with more restraint, it bounced once before Artemis sent it accidentally into the sidelines.

"Shoot. That one was my fault. Sorry, we do have some ideas, but this is your life and your desires should come first. Is there something you've always wanted to try? A skill you want to learn? It's not like you don't have time, and we've got the resources."

"Hmm. Now that you mention it, I have always been curious about vehicles. Autos. Perhaps I should acquire a driving license. Beyond that I'm... not sure. I am tempted to seek employment but I do not believe it would be proper."

"How do you mean?"

"Well. Before I was employed as a physician. A doctor. I saw patients. I do not know if it is wise or even feasible for me to attempt to continue now, when I am this."

"I see what you mean. A vampire's bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired."

He looked away slightly. It was clear he agreed with her, but he wasn't happy about it. "Yes... and my medical knowledge is completely out of date. I've tried to keep up my reading but I am an educated layperson at best. When I fell out of the practice we did not even know about bacteria yet."

"Hmm. Well, maybe that's something you can work towards? Going back to school?"

"All the school in the world cannot make me less horrifying to be around. Do you suppose a young lady wants someone like me giving her a pelvic exam? Or perhaps I'm suited to proctology, hm? Oh, I know. An OB-GYN delivering nice fat little babies." He grinned evilly at her, showing his fangs. It was a bit of a crass joke, but she got the feeling at least that it WAS a joke. She rolled her eyes.

"Well, there's other professions besides being a doctor you can put medical interests towards. You could specialize. You could be a pathologist, or a coroner."

"Coroner. Hah. A bit on the nose, Frau Van Helsing."

"What about forensics?"

He tilted his head. "I am not so familiar with forensics. That is the use of laboratory science for the solving of a crime, yes?"

"Yep, you got it." She grinned. "Long hours, but indoors. It takes someone with patience and attention to detail. Someone who notices things other people don't."

"You sound like you're selling me the notion. Is it my serve, or yours?"

"Yours this time. And what if I am? Selling it, I mean."

"Is this what you're planning for me? To put me to work in a lab? Surely there are humans better trained for the task already."

"Well, I was thinking about it more in sort of a 'it takes one to know one' sense if you get my drift."

"I do not. I am not familiar with that idiom."

Before she could elaborate, he served a low ball to her. She parried, and he returned, the volley picked up speed each strike until, finally, she threw her whole body into the return. The fuzzy yellow ball bounded just beyond Strauss' reach.

"Hm. Point Van Helsing. You are faster than you look."

"Smarter too." She chirped.

"Good aim for someone with only a single functioning eye." He mused and went off to grab the projectile once more. "Now, about that idiom. What do you mean by it? How does it connect to forensic science?"

"Well, you aren't the only vampire out there Strauss. Most of them aren't as moral as you."

"I am aware."

"Murders and disappearances don't just go ignored though. We have people looking for answers, detectives, but they're not... well..."

"They're incompetant."

"They don't have any idea what they're dealing with." She sighed. "They don't know how to catch a lycanthrope or a werewolf or a vampire, and even if they succeeded, it would be a complete bloodbath. There needs to be a way to sort the mundane mishaps from the signs of supernatural carnage. Who better to tell the difference between the two than a vampire?"

"Ah, I understand. It takes a vampire to know a vampire. Do I take this as you asking me to play Judas to my own kind, hm? Buy my own safety by helping you hunt them?"

"It's really for their own safety too. If they're out killing, it's probably because they have no support system at all. Think about it. You weren't a man eater, and you were about destitute. For someone to turn to murder, they'd have to be even more far gone than you were."

"Hmm. Yes, you're right. Utterly wretched, completely friendless, penniless. Not even able to beg a feed off someone. It can only be a miserable existence."

"Right! You get it. A vampire in that state can't be helped by the cops. In fact, them getting involved will only make it worse."

"So we need to get there first."

"Right. But to do that we need to have someone on our side who can tell when we're actually dealing with a vampire. Maybe someone who's an expert in both forensic detective work AND vampires?"

It was her serve. She sent a fast ball over the net, only to have Strauss bolt after it and return it with surpirising ferocity. He took the point. "Just one small problem with this, Frau Van Helsing. What do you want to do with the vampires you capture? You've had more than one near miss with me, and I am trying very hard to be good. Can you cope with a vampire that no longer cares if it hurts people or not? If I am a poodle, can you handle a wolf?" He tilted his head.

"Know this. I haven't any great love for vampire kind. But, I am even less interested in hunting down and destroying them than I am in hunting down humans. If it becomes a venture to exterminate pests, I will not continue. I have the barest sense of pride, of comeraderie, and these creatures are my only true peers."

He said it like it was a warning.

"Strauss." She continued, trying to sound authoritative. "I'm not interested in exterminating them either. It's contrary to my objectives, and it's cruelty. You have my word I won't kill just to kill, but you should know, since you're concerned. I've handled worse vampires than you before."

"Have you now?"

"You weren't the first. How do you think I got my beauty mark?" She pointed to her face, resting her finger on the long white scar that crossed her milky eye. "I know what I'm doing. I know the risks. I know what can happen if I fail. I'm taking it very seriously."

Strauss was quiet for a moment, digesting her words. "What happened to it?"

"To what?"

"The vampire that did that to you. Did it die?"

She took a deep breath. "Believe it or not, no, Strauss. She's still alive as far as I know."

"What became of her?"

"I wish I knew, Strauss. I've been wanting to talk to her."

He was quiet another moment before slinging his tennis racket onto his shoulder. "You win. I'm going to the shower... if you have any material on forensics... perhaps I should see what prerequisites there are to begin to study it in earnest from a proper school."

She gave him a half smile. "We can start with getting you a GED. You'll catch up quick."

[nationalharryleague]

Valentine’s Day

Summary: Y/N receives a special candy gram on Valentine’s Day. 

Genre: Valentine’s Day Fluff with Middle School Band Teacher!Harry 

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Hi my valentines!!! There’s about 30 minutes left of Valentine’s Day for me and I finished this piece right in time!! Thank you to the angel herself @tbslenthusiast​ for beta reading this for me and I cant wait to hear what you all think!! More of my writing can be found in my Masterlist and I would love to hear some feedback! 

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Valentine’s Day was never fun for you. You dreaded this day every year.

Valentine's Day in a middle school was full of teddy bears and flowers purchased by someone’s mom and having to tell 12 year olds to stop kissing in the hallway. You also knew that you would be inevitably interrogated by your students about your love life before getting any of them to listen to your lesson about the industrial revolution.

And every year, your answer stayed the same.

“It is none of your business,” you would begin with a teasing sigh. “But if you all have to know, I am happily single.”

And every year, you were met with a chorus of disappointed whines.

Your students were always desperate to wiggle their way into your personal life, a side-effect of being one of the youngest teachers in the school. You were closer in age to them than to some of your coworkers and they took advantage of that fact constantly, creating an open and honest dialogue with their favorite history teacher.

“But do you have a crush, Miss Y/L/N?” Jenna, one of your favorite students, piped up this Valentine’s Day from the front row. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way she raised her eyebrow at you from her desk, inquisitive and adorably curious.

“How about this?” you started, raising your own eyebrow to match her’s. “I’ll tell you if I have a crush, if you can tell me why the printing press was so important to the industrial revolution.”

Your heart started to drop as you watched the massive smile stretch across her face, exposing a mouth full of braces with pink rubber bands. They weren't supposed to learn about the printing press for another week.

“It made information more affordable and easier to access which bridged the information gap between the rich and the poor,” she answered like she had the textbook right in front of her. She crossed her arms triumphantly and leaned back into her seat while the class oohed and ahhed around her, knowing she had kept up her end of their deal.

You felt your cheeks heat as your classroom descended into giggles as your flustered face. “Nice job, smarty pants,” you let out with a nervous giggle.

“Remember, honesty is the best policy,” another student shouted out, pointing towards the poster on the wall of your classroom next to the world map that read the same saying.

“Okay, okay, okay,” you conceded, raising your hands in surrender to the classroom full of seventh graders. “I do have a crush.”

Your students erupted at your admission. Whos, whats, wheres, whens, and whys were thrown out by the class, but only a gentle smirk rested on your features, refusing to relinquish any more information to the children demanding it.

“You aren’t getting anything else than that!” you raised your voice to settle the rowdy classroom with a laugh. You moved from the front of the class back to your desk, listening to the gentle click of your heels on the white tile and gathering the stack of worksheets for that day’s lesson. “Now, pass these around and stop asking questions,” you playfully scolded.

“That’s not what your poster says, Miss Y/L/N,” Jenna spoke up again, pointing out another poster on your wall.

Never stop asking questions! was written in bold rainbow colors on the wall and it was now staring back at you.

You let out a chuckle and shook your head at the floor, knowing they had caught you once again. “I’m going to take down all my posters and you’re going to have to learn in a boring classroom soon.”

“We are just looking out for your love life!”

“You deserve a boyfriend!”

“Or a girlfriend!”

“Just someone who loves you!”

You smiled wide at the class full of endearing faces in front of you. They had nothing but good intentions and were sweeter than Valentine’s Day candy. You loved these kids like they were your own.

“Guys, I appreciate your concern,” you confessed. “But I promise I have it under control.”

After that, they began to settle down, eventually letting you give your lesson on the industrial revolution and scientific advancements of the period.

But you knew you had told them a lie.

You did not have it under control, at all. You were hopelessly in love with the kind man with curly hair and green eyes down the hallway in the band room and had no idea what to do about it.

Harry was one of your first friends when you were hired last year, volunteering to show you around the school and fill you in on all the workplace gossip. He had flecks of cheeky mischief in his eyes as he told you about the gym and spanish teachers’ affair and how the coffee machine was broken by one of the math teachers after a bad administrative evaluation. You had listened adoringly, like he was explaining the meaning of life, and you hadn’t been able to shake your crush since.

You brought each other coffees on the daily and were always in and out of each other’s classrooms. He always made sure you were a chaperone on his field trips and you always made sure he was one on yours. He had even convinced you to let your classes come to band practice once a month so they could play music from the time period your classes were currently studying.

He was endearing and kind and charming and so so good with all the kids. He was also incredibly sexy, which made it even more difficult to control yourself around him. You had the fattest and most uncontrollable crush on him, but he was your friend and you didn’t want to ruin that.

The ring of the bell that signified the end of the class period brought you out of your Harry induced haze, waving goodbye to your students and shouting after them to do their homework and to stop kissing in the hallways. You stood against the door frame of your classroom and watched their little awkward bodies skurry towards their next class, but your attention was soon caught by the tall man who’s chocolate curls stuck out high above the sea of middle schoolers that surrounded him.

“Good morning, love. Happy Valentine’s Day,” he smiled wide, dimples appearing like they were inviting you to poke them, as he reached your classroom and your heart fluttered at his affectionate pet name.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Harry,” you beamed back at him, hoping he and the passing students didn’t pick up on the adoration that was becoming very hard for you to hide.

“Oi, stop that,” he called over your shoulder, slight disgust showing on his face. You turned around and were met by two kids sucking face behind you. “Guys, just go to class,” he exasperatedly sighed when he was met by their shocked and embarrassed faces. Once they were gone, the two of you descended into a fit of giggles.

“They have no shame!” you laughed.

“Absolutely none!”

“Why are you over here? Not that you aren't welcome, but don’t you have a class to teach?” you teased gently as students began to gradually fill up your own classroom.

“I thought I would stop by and wish you a happy love day.” He smiled wide at you and spoke sweetly. If you weren’t reading into it too closely, you thought he might even be blushing a bit. “And it’s okay,” he waved off his class, clearing his throat and his voice returning to normal. “They’ll survive a few minutes alone. I trust them.”

“You shouldn’t,” you giggled again.

“Yeah,” he nodded with a chuckle. “I probably should get back, but I wanted to invite you to come to my classroom and get some cookies whenever you get a chance today.”

You felt your heart soar at his invitation, no matter how friendly the proposal. “I am free next period.”

“I know,” he winked, and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. “I will see you then,” he grinned as he began to walk backwards down the hallway, maintaining eye contact for as long as he could, before spinning down the hall just as the bell rang to start the next period.

You tried your best to focus on your lesson about the renaissance with your sixth graders, but your mind kept floating back to the delightful man who had invited you for cookies. 

Had he invited all of the teachers for cookies? Or did he ask just you? Was he just being nice? Or did he actually want to see you? Had he been flirting with you?

The lesson was interrupted when there was a knock on your classroom door. You opened it up to find one of your students, Matt, dressed in a giant heart costume holding baskets full of labelled chocolate bars.

“I’m here to give out Valentine’s Day candy grams, Miss Y/L/N!” Matt exclaimed, his face barely fitting into the far too large hole cut out for his face. Every year the student council set up a candy gram fundraiser and the kid in the suit never got any less cute. You let out a chuckle as you looked down at him, opening the door further and letting him into the room.

You watched with a smile as he called out students’ names and the genuine surprise and flattery that passed over their features. Cheeks turned red and shy smiles played on their lips as they made their way to the front of the room and retrieved their candy from the giant pink heart.

You were caught off guard when you heard your own name be called. Matt held out the meticulously wrapped pink candy bar out to you as the class let out an “ooh” and your cheeks heated with embarrassment. Your cheeks heated even further as you read the label.

To: Miss Y/L/N

From: Mr. Styles

Will you be my valentine?

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you had a very hard time holding back the large and toothy grin that wanted to appear in front of your students.

“Who is it from?” one of your students asked excitedly.

“I don’t ask who your Valentines are, do I?” you teased, but held the candy bar close to your chest over your heart. You could feel your heart racing underneath your hands.

The giant pink heart standing at the front of the classroom finished distributing his candy and your class led a chorus of goodbyes as he left the room, onto the next classroom to spread some more innocent young love. You impatiently watched the clock tick down the seconds until the bell rang and released both you and your students out into the school.

And just when it felt like it might never come, the bell rang through the school and your students were off into the chaos of a passing period. You followed closely behind after you gathered your things, the candy bar slid carefully into your bag. You flowed along with the flow of children that carried you down the hallway, heart racing as Harry’s classroom came into view, your feet quickly matching it’s tempo.

Your footsteps echoed on the tile in the acoustics of the large room, your voice bouncing off the walls as you said hello. He had been tuning a guitar when you came in, his attention flashing up from the instrument in his hands to you.

“I was promised cookies,” you teased him. “They better be good.”

“I promise they are. They’re my nan’s recipe.”

“Of course they’re your nan’s recipe,” you sighed with a chuckle.

“What’s so bad about using my nan’s recipe?” he asked incredulously, grinning as he settled the guitar back into its stand and moved towards you.

“Absolutely nothing,” you sighed adoringly. “I just think it’s very sweet.”

“You haven’t even tried them yet! You can’t say they’re too sweet.”

You couldn’t hold back the giant smile that was so wide it made your cheeks hurt, chuckling at his cheesy joke. He made you feel warm when he moved closer to you, like someone had just turned up the heat in the large room.

“I meant that you were sweet, silly,” you tried to joke, but it came out genuine and soft. You bit on your lip nervously, replaying the affectionate tone in your head over and over.

“Thank you, sweetie,” he smirked softly at the pet name and you felt like you were soaring.

He was close to you now, having crossed the room and standing only a few feet away from your body. You wanted to close the space between you two, to kiss him with all your might, to tell him you would love to be his valentine. But just as you built up the courage, he stepped away towards his desk, retrieving a cookie for both of you.

The cookies were shaped into small perfect hearts with a coarse pink sugar pressed into the soft biscuit. The cookie melted in your mouth and the sugar granules crunched between your teeth. You had to hold yourself back from releasing a moan at the taste. They were dainty and delicate and you could only imagine how much time he had put into them.

But you weren’t shocked. Harry was like that. He was gentle, taking care and measured precision with everything he did. He spoke to the kids with tender care, making them feel talented and successful, and was always there to lend a helping hand whenever one of them needed it. And he spoke to you the same way.

“Harry-” you began softly, but he cut you off before you could finish.

“-Yes, I would love to.”

“What?”

“I would love to be your valentine.”

Your heart jumped in your chest, flattered heat rushing to the surface of your cheeks, but you also looked at him with a slight confusion. He had asked you to be his valentine, hadn’t he?

As you looked at him in slight shock, you noticed the small and meticulously wrapped pink candy bar that sat on his desk. Oh my god, they didn’t, you thought.

You could only imagine the confusion that fell onto Harry’s features as you moved away from him and towards his desk, picking up the candy bar and reading the writing on the wrapper.

To: Mr. Styles

From: Miss Y/L/N

Will you be my valentine?

Oh my god, they did.

“Harry,” you chuckled, looking back towards him and holding the chocolate bar up. “When did you get this?”

“I got it this morning when the kids delivered it,” he said dumbfounded. “Why?”

“Because I didn’t send this.” You walked over to your bag that you had left near the door and retrieved your own matching candy bar. “And I’m assuming you didn’t send this either?”

You handed the pink package to him and he read the label closely, eyebrows furrowing even further, then relaxing as you watched the puzzle fall together in his head as it had in yours.

“The kids sent these to us from each other, didn’t they?”

“I believe they did, Mr. Styles,” you nodded.

His cheeks turned a bright red, embarrassment flooding his features. “I’m sorry about before then,” he stammered out. You watched the panic on his face as he searched for something to say that would cover his tracks, but you cut it off when you connected your lips to his.

His lips were soft and velvety and he tasted exactly like the sweet sugar cookie he had gifted you. Your lips moved gently over each other and you slid your hands up to play with the curls that rested at the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you as his hands found their spot on your hips. You couldn’t help the smiles that fought their way into the kiss and you broke apart moments later, both flushed and flustered, small giggles leaving both of you.

“I would love to be your valentine if you would have me,” you said breathlessly as you looked up to him.

“It’s all I could ask for.”

“This is the best Valentine’s Day ever,” you said softly against his lips, already pulling him back in for more.

“We’re just like the kids in the hallway.”

“They’re not too bad. I understand it now.”

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[undersero]

sweet

please note: i’m aware this work was on the lovingshinso blog- i am the one who wrote it and posted it there. i am the author and i am sharing it to my new blog here.

pairing: hanta sero x fem reader

warnings: breeding kink (this is literally the plot), squirting, swearing, unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, feral sero, eventual pregnancy/pregnant reader at the end, labor and delivery is mentioned one time as written here

word count: 5.1k 

There were some things in life that Sero really enjoyed. He liked to eat bagels with the strawberry cream cheese, and he liked to nap on Sunday afternoons. He really enjoyed when the weather was nice and he could fire up the grill and make something delicious. 

Of course, there were thoughts that he enjoyed too. Being a loved, sought-after hero. Backpacking around the world. Climbing the hero charts. Making a difference. 

One such thought was above the others, though. 

Breeding you. Throwing his pretty wife’s pretty legs over his shoulders and pounding into your little cunny with no thoughts other than to breed, breed, breed. Feeling your cunt stretch around him. Pumping load after load of his seed into your gushing hole, hoping that it’ll take, hoping that soon, you’ll be full and round with his child. 

When this thought crept up on him, a blush normally settled on his ears. It was almost overwhelming to think about- beautiful, yes, but overwhelming. His brain plays the sensations in his head and he has to consciously keep himself calm, take steadying breaths and will his arousal to die down. 

Some nights, though… it festered inside him. Hanta felt his heart clench in his chest when he saw you come out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower. His t-shirt adorned your body, hanging off your frame adorably, the hem just brushing the top of your thighs. You smelled nice, like roses and vanilla- he caught a whiff as you crawled into bed with him. 

How could he not touch you? 

Gently, he tugged you near to him, and you smiled up at him, cuddling into his broad, strong chest. Hanta hummed in content, pressing his nose to your hair and inhaling your alluring shampoo, allowing himself to be caught up in you. 

Your skin was so soft, so smooth, smelled so nice. He wanted to squeeze it so hard it turned white, wanted to grope that soft area on your lower belly that made you mewl. That soft skin, when touched, always made you shiver and whine in the most beautiful way. You’d always shiver, pressing your head against him somehow. Were you showing submission when you did this? Or was it simply a need to be close? He never quite figured that out, but each time you did this, it unleashed something from inside him so possessive, so feral that he had to be careful to prevent it from taking over. 

But maybe he wouldn’t stop it when he bred you. There was a thought. 

What? 

Oh. 

He blinked in surprise, seeing your curious gaze meet his. You were talking to him, expecting an answer. He swallowed hard, chuckling a bit. His ears were red. 

“Sorry, what?” He asked, and you laughed, kissing his lips softly. 

“Didn’t realize you were so tired,” you said, mistaking his spacey behavior for exhaustion and not horny daydreaming, “I asked if you wanted me to bring you lunch tomorrow. You mentioned it was a paperwork day.” 

Hanta loved when you stopped by his agency, he loved when your face lit up when you saw him. He loved knowing that this work was what took care of you both. You didn’t have to work a day in your life if you didn’t want to- but Hanta, of course, never forced you to stay home. He wanted you to have the option to find your dream job anywhere you wanted- and if that job was to stay home and be his adorable little housewife, then so be it. If your dream job was to become a lawyer, so be it. He’d always support you. Always had, always would. 

“Yeah,” he said, smiling brightly at you. “Yeah, that would be nice,” he murmured. 

With that confirmation, you smiled, kissing him again, feeling your eyelids become droopy and your body feel sluggish and warm. Hanta’s arms felt warmer and more secure than any you’d ever been in before and you couldn’t help but want to stay there forever. 

Sleep came to you quickly. It didn’t come as fast for your husband; Hanta stayed awake after he clicked off the bedside light, looking at you sleeping so sweetly in his arms. 

That was the best way he could describe you. Sweet. Sweet in everything you did. You gave sweet kisses, and sweet advice, and you made the sweetest brownies he’d ever had. Your face was sweet… your hands were sweet, looking even sweeter when he put that ring on the left one not so very long ago. You smelled sweet… 

...and he knew you’d look sweet when he had you in a mating press. When he bred you and filled you up with his cum. Your face would be fucked out, red, eyes hazy and unfocused. Maybe you’d even be drooling- he loved when he fucked you that good. And he’d sure as hell do it when he knocked you up- he’d have you creaming on his cock so much, so often, that the only thing in your brain would be the only name falling off your tongue- Hanta. 

A shiver racked through his body. He blinked a few times, taking a deep breath. 

Settling back into the pillows, he pressed his nose against your hair once more, inhaling and smiling softly against your head. He loved you so much. But these thoughts…

Well, if he didn’t breed you soon, they might just drive him crazy. 

-

The next morning was pretty uneventful. Hanta woke up and went to work, kissing you several times, making you squeal and giggle with glee as you handed him a thermos of coffee to drink on his commute to work. When he arrived at his agency, his desk was nearly overflowing with paperwork, which surely would have put a damper on his day had he not known you were coming to see him. 

This knowledge didn’t do much to make the paperwork any less sucky, though. It was tedious. He signed and initialed so many times that he idly wondered if he could get stamps with his signature on them- that would make this whole, boring ordeal a lot easier on the wrist… might take a little less time, too. He wondered if there were any rules against that, and was still pondering this thought when his receptionist called into his office phone; the shrill ring scaring him nearly half to death. 

“Yeah?” He answered after taking a moment to compose himself and ignore the fact that he just shrieked like a twelve year old seeing a very large, menacing bug. 

“Cellophane, you have a visitor,” his receptionist relayed. “Should I send her up?” 

His heart soared. 

“Yeah,” he said, unable to hide the smile in his voice. 

Moments later, you came through the door, a bento box in hand, your bag slung over your shoulder. A blush was on your cheeks. Even after all this time, seeing your handsome husband, Hanta the Hero, made you so excited you felt like you could and would explode. 

A matching blush and smile on his cheeks, Hanta came around the desk and gave you a soft, loving kiss. You tasted like mint bubblegum, the blue kind, not the green kind, and it made him shiver, just slightly, with delight. 

“Hi, handsome!” you said, pulling him back in for another kiss and cupping his face. The cool metal of your rings pressed against his flushed cheek, only making his blush worsen. Sero grinned against your mouth and pulled you closer by your waist, giving you a little squeeze, before pulling away. 

“Hey, beautiful,” he said, gently carding his fingers through your hair and giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. “This paperwork has been kicking my ass. So glad you came.” 

You eyed the stack of papers on the desk behind your husband, making a squeamish face before looking up at him with sympathetic eyes. 

“Yeah that looks… like a migraine waiting to happen,” you said. Sero laughed. 

“I know. It is, though. Maybe I should make an intern do it for me,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Scoffing, you batted his chest before quoting one of your and Sero’s closest friends.

“That’s not very heroic!” you scolded playfully before breaking into a fit of giggles. Sero laughed, pulling you in closer and kissing your cheek and neck, over and over, thus making you laugh even more. 

After several moments of kissing and giggling, Hanta stilled and inhaled, smelling that same alluring scent on you that he’d smelled the previous night when you got out of the shower. It was so comforting… if there was ever a time when he was spinning, out of control, losing touch with his surroundings and with what was important or not, that smell… well, he knew that smell would bring him right back. 

The problem was, though, that right now, that very smell was sending his mind spinning again. He had no control over it and his ears were turning pink.

His mind raced. He could take you right here, throw the paperwork aside, lay you out on his desk, press you in half, holding your knees nearly by your ears. The desk would give him such a good angle too, he’d be able to fuck into you as hard as he wanted with no worries of his thrusts being impeded by the soft, plushiness of your bed. All he’d have to do was tell his receptionist to cancel any appointments he had for the afternoon- he couldn’t even remember if he had any at that point- tell her to not permit any calls in… 

All this ran through his hot, overworked brain in about a second, and in that second, he just smelled your hair, being so relaxed and at peace outwardly while he was, inside, raging with uncontrollable arousal. He had to have you. Had to breed you. Breed, breed, breed. 

“Babe,” you said, your voice was quiet, soft. Almost unsure. His heart dropped for a moment, worried that in his haze, he’d somehow spoken or made his thoughts known to you some other way. He pulled back just enough to look at you, tilting his head to the side, willing you to continue. 

You were chewing on your lip so adorably that it hurt his heart and made him yearn to be the one chewing your lip. Your cheeks were redder, but your eyes were looking at him earnestly, almost shining with excitement. Clearly he hadn’t slipped and spoke his thoughts, otherwise you wouldn’t have been looking at him like that… 

“Hm?” he asked, tilting his head, “you look so serious, babe.” 

You smiled a little, looking down, bashful. 

“Yeah… um… so, like...you remember what we were talking about the other day?”

Well...that was vague. The two of you talked about a lot of stuff the other day, and every day before or since. Hanta’s confusion was evident on his face and you shook your head, giggling in spite of yourself, before taking a breath and trying again. 

“Okay… that’s not clear. I meant…” 

Why was this so hard for you to say out loud? Maybe it was because of the way Sero’s brown eyes bore into you, looking intensely, even though he wasn’t necessarily trying to do that. Just looking at you, curiously, wanting to know what was on your mind. Your husband...so caring. So loving. 

“I’m listening, Bonita,” he prodded gently, tucking some hair behind your ear. The nickname sent a shiver down your spine, and you smiled at him. 

“About starting a family,” you said, shy. 

Oh yeah. The conversation that started this whole obsession that was taking over Hanta’s thoughts. You’d been looking on Social Media, on a friend’s profile, cooing over her baby who’d just turned two. And then the conversation...turned. 

“I think it might be a good time to think about it,” you said, turning and looking at Sero with hopeful eyes and pink, blushy cheeks. “You’ve got your agency going...and we’re both still young. Seems to be working in our favor, don’t you think?”

Sero smiled at you, his own cheeks getting red; the tips of his ears were starting to pinken, too. 

“You think so?” he asked, delighted, butterflies in his chest akin to the ones he felt the very first time he’d seen you smile at him. You nodded enthusiastically. 

“I think so! I mean… that’s assuming you want to.” 

You had talked about it before with your husband, but in a passing kind of way. Like, ‘one day we’ll be parents’ and ‘we’ll have to remember that when we have kids’. It was never a fully serious thing, never something that the two of you really thought about or planned out. Until this conversation. Until now. 

“Yeah! Of course I want to,” Hanta said, giving you a kiss. And then, what started off as five simple words, became the source of his current obsession. Of his current need to breed you immediately and upon every surface of every space you’d been in. Five words that seemed totally innocent at the time but immediately had his heart racing, his libido rising, and his gut clenching in arousal. 

“You’ll be a beautiful mommy.”

Presently, Hanta had to consciously swallow to wet his suddenly parched mouth. He grinned at you, that same dazzling, sparkling Hanta Sero grin that made your knees weak and your heart flutter. He leaned in and kissed you, passionately, the lunch you’d brought for him all but forgotten about. 

Inhaling deeply and pulling away, you saw Hanta’s expression had changed. It was darker now, more… needy. He nipped your bottom lip, making you mewl in surprise and lean in closer to him;  his strong arms kept your knees from collapsing. 

“Yeah, I remember,” he told you, voice having noticeably dropped an octave, maybe even two. The change immediately made you blush harder- you were sure you looked like a tomato at this point, but you didn’t care, not when your husband, the only man who’d ever have your heart, looked at you that way.

“I thought,” you murmur, voice sounding softer, like your body would surely be when you carried his child; softer, supple, stretching so beautifully around a stomach full of life, “I thought it would be nice to maybe start trying.” 

Hanta groaned, the words having an obvious effect on him. He pulled you  flush against his chest, roughly kissing against your jaw, nipping every few times to make you positively melt in his arms. You felt the need waft off him in waves- it was hot and potent, almost making you dizzy as you felt his unquestionable want, his need, to breed you. 

He opened his mouth to answer you, when at the exact moment, his office phone rang again, causing you both to flinch in surprise; thankfully, he didn’t shriek this time. That would have changed the mood. 

But he still sighed heavily, swallowing hard, before opening his eyes and giving you an easy smirk. He’d been brought out of whatever trance you’d put him in, it seemed. 

“I hate that damn thing,” he muttered, casting a disparaging glance at the phone.

-

He answered the call from his receptionist, and soon, you were on your way home. Hanta gave you many kisses and hugs for the road, leaving you feeling well loved and excited to see him that evening. 

But further, the entire visit left you...curious. You’d never seen Hanta act so...possessive. Almost… you couldn’t think of the right word. The way he kissed you, though. How dark his eyes had gotten. The way you felt your husband’s need roll off of him in the heaviest way you’d never experienced before. 

Your mind rolled the interaction over and over, prodding and playing and questioning and wondering. 

Certainly, you knew you wanted a family with him. Hanta would be an excellent father and you never doubted that for a second, never for a moment. Excitement tingled in your chest- this was a huge decision, of course, but it was one you knew you wanted. Based on his behavior back at his office, and the behavior he’d been displaying before, you could tell your husband was pretty into the idea as well. 

A familiar heat settled into your stomach, burning embers of arousal keeping you just warm enough to notice, but not yet scalding enough to make you squirm. 

That, like you, like your husband, would come later. 

-

It was an understatement to say that Sero was distracted for the rest of his afternoon. He likely wouldn’t have been able to hit the floor with his helmet, even if he was trying to. His brain whirled in excitement, spun in arousal and possibilities. It was maddening, dizzying. He couldn’t tell which way was up anymore, but that didn’t matter. He didn’t need to know which way was up to know he was the luckiest man in the world. 

Not only was he your husband, but he was going to be the father of your child, too. 

Sero never considered himself to be the fatherly type- not really, at least. He’d never discounted it either, but then… well. Then he met you, and his entire life changed.

When he first saw your eyes, your smile… heard you giggle… he knew without a doubt he wanted to be your husband, wanted to be your man. He wanted to hold you every night and wake up to you, bed head and morning breath, every morning. 

And the more time he spent with you, the more he knew he wanted to be a father. He wanted to be the father to your children, he wanted you to be the mother of his babies. 

And the time, finally, blessedly, was here. 

-

Dinner was an interesting affair that night. You couldn’t have been more spaced out while making it… you were only semi-sure that you’d included all the correct ingredients in all the proper amounts. It didn’t taste awful, so that was a good indication; you still would not have put it past yourself to mix up two spices, or forget something altogether only to add an unneeded ingredient. 

Sero didn’t complain, though, not that he ever did. But he looked distracted. His cheeks were permanently rosey, it seemed, and he kept looking at you, only to shyly look down when you met his gaze. It was cute, really, like you two were kids trying to figure out your feelings for one another for the first time. 

There wasn’t much conversation. Little broken bits of sentences passed between the two of you. Small laughs and hums filled the rest of the otherwise quiet atmosphere and semi-regular sounds of silverware scraping plates. 

After about half an hour, and after you both had managed to eat about half of what was on your plate, he finally spoke. 

“I don’t know why I feel so nervous,” he said with a shy, almost bashful laugh, cheeks blooming a brighter red. 

“I feel it too. I feel like a virgin,” you told him, to which he reached across the table and took your hand.

“I’m sure you were a cute virgin,” he teased with an affectionate squeeze, and you laughed out loudly, maybe a little more harshly than you intended with your shotty nerves. This only made Sero’s expression toward you soften even more. 

“Gee, thanks,” you said, leaning in, closing the gap between you and kissing him. The kiss came easily enough; you were pros at this point. 

“Should we… y’know?” Hanta asked, lips mere millimeters from yours, breath fanning across your flushed face. Another giggle left your lips, but this one was more high-pitched and nervous. 

“Yeah,” you said. You swore you saw the same apprehension mirrored in Hanta’s eyes, but he quickly stood and scooped you up before carrying you, bridal-style, to the bedroom. 

The walk there seemed to take ages. You were horny, that dull warmth from your walk home had turned into quite the all-encompassing heat, but your hands felt clammy and cold and were fidgety. 

You hadn’t been lying; you really did feel like you were a virgin. Like you’d never been fucked stupid by the man holding you. 

It was an exciting thing. A scary thing. An exhausting thing. But it was the start of your adventure, the greatest one you’d take, and it was with your loving, attentive husband. 

As you approached your room, Hanta’s body seemed to relax a bit, almost as if passing the threshold made this whole thing easier for him now that he was in an extra safe, comforting space. 

As he laid you on the bed, on your back, you didn’t see apprehension in his eyes anymore. They were dark now, nearly black, and just one look alone had your heart racing. The butterflies in your stomach were now the size of watermelons and it felt like there was no way, no reasonable way at all, for them to avoid bursting your stomach, but they never did. Somehow. Heat which didn’t exist before radiated between your bodies, and you were taken back to that same feeling that washed over you when you visited him earlier. Your cheeks flushed and you felt...submissive. Needy. Helpless. 

Hanta started rubbing his hands all over your pretty little body, rubbing your sides as he hovered over you, gazing down lovingly at your form through those dark eyes. One hand slid up under your shirt, fingertips gently grazing over your soft belly, the action and the intimacy giving you goosebumps. 

“Love you,” you whispered, looking at him with starry eyes, and he smiled back at you. 

“Love you too,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you, “and I’m gonna fuck you full.”

-

The shivers in your body hadn’t subsided once you both were stripped down. You weren’t cold; there was no shortage of heat between you and your husband’s bodies- it was the thrill of it all. The knowledge that you were going to be bred by such a handsome, capable man. It drove you wild. His touches drove you wild. You wanted to jump his bones, but you were stuck, on your back against the comforter, with Hanta kissing down, down, down… 

Then, your legs were over his shoulders and he was lapping hungrily at your already sopping cunt. Long, broad strokes up and down your lips before he spread your folds open with his fingers. You heard his sharp intake of breath, though this was something he’d seen many times before. 

Your cunt, pink and pretty, like a tiny rosebud, was breathtaking. Awe-inspiring. Delicious. Hanta leaned forward as you held your breath in anticipation, eventually exhaling with a tiny whine as he licked through your folds with practiced movements. His tongue felt like heaven. He knew exactly what to do, how to swirl his tongue, how to lap at your hardening clit. And there was no room for teasing tonight, not as far as Hanta was concerned. He wanted you to cum as many times as he could. 

The first orgasm came quickly; his constant sucking and lapping at your clit, coupled with harsh, efficient swipes to the bud with his thumb, had you cumming in mere minutes. If you hadn’t been so fucked out, you were sure Hanta would have teased you about making you cum in a new record time. 

Pleasure pumped through every artery, every vein of your body. You felt warm and floaty, but Sero didn’t stop. Of course he didn’t. He was nowhere near done with you. 

A finger breached your hole, pressing inside up to his knuckle with ease. You mewled at the sensation, the slight burning, the overwhelming goodness of being so full. 

“Ffff…” you huffed out, cheeks red, squeezing your eyes shut as your toes curled in response to Hanta moving his finger into and out of you at a nearly agonizingly slow pace. 

Then, he added another. And a third. Three fingers pumping you open, scissoring inside you, curling to hit that little spot within your spongy walls that made you moan and cry and see stars. 

Sero looked like he was possessed. His head was bowed between your legs, watching your cunt suck his fingers in, feeling in delight the fact that you didn’t seem to want to let his fingers out. His eyes were dark, too. His cheeks were flushed. There was so much tension in his body- he held it in his shoulders, in his hips, in his hands...and most especially in his cock, throbbing with need, bobbing heavily between his legs. 

Your second orgasm washed over you without much fanfare, though it did feel incredibly good, making your toes curl so hard that you almost felt the muscles in your feet cramp in protest. Almost. 

And then, Sero was sitting up and your legs were falling off of his shoulders. His hands rubbed soft, soothing circles into the soft, flushed flesh of your thighs, and he smiled at you so softly that it nearly made you cry. Your husband. 

“Ready?” His voice was soft, surprisingly so, considering how rough he looked and how red his cock was. You nodded, smiling, feeling anxious nerves bubble up in your stomach and make your chest feel fuzzy, like soda. 

“We’re gonna do it,” you said, voice hoarse from your whimpers. “We’re gonna be parents.” 

A silent, intimate moment passed between the two of you; a moment in which eternity spread out before you. You could both see it; a child, growing in your womb, slowly at first, but then quicker than you could ever imagine. You envisioned a nursery, one with soft green curtains and a big, white crib with a soft, pastel baby blanket hanging over the side. Labor and delivery flashed through both your minds, but then, the warm, imagined feeling of seeing your child for the first time. It made both of your chests expand with a love so strong that it nearly consumed the both of you. You surmised, though, that actually seeing your child, in your arms, would be a much stronger event. 

Then, like a reel of film, you saw your child growing up. Learning to talk. Walking. Running. Playing, laughing, growing. Breaking your hearts and making them stronger at the same time. Developing a quirk, maybe, but developing a passion, definitely. Knowing how loved they were by mommy and daddy, knowing that they had a safe place to call home. School. Graduation. The real world. Weddings. 

It all stretched between you and Hanta, like the vast expanse of an unexplored journey; the greatest and most terrifying and exhilarating and challenging of all. 

This all happened within a second, but you both felt it. You saw the same things, you experienced the same feelings. Hanta’s eyes, still dark, but now brimming with emotion, stared into yours, and he touched your cheek. 

“Yeah,” he confirmed softly, with a nod. “Yeah, babe. It’s always been you.”  

-

First. Your legs wrapped tightly around Hanta’s waist, resting on the dimples of his lower back as he drove himself into you with practiced, hard thrusts. His hands dug into your hips, his thumbs pressing on that soft skin on your lower belly. You mewled at his presses on such a  delicate area. Your first orgasm with him inside you was like being submerged in a warm bath. It was slow, almost, not frenzied, and at this point, it was relatively calm. Sero’s orgasm followed suit. 

Second. Your left leg is up over Hanta’s shoulder, the right one pinned to the bed with his left hand. His wedding ring glints in the lowlights of your room as he fucks you, this time with more vigor. Maybe it’s the different position, maybe it’s the harder thrusts, maybe it’s the fact that you’ve already cum three times and he doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon, but everything feels amplified. Every swipe of his thumb over your puffy clit. Every drag of his thick, beautiful cock against your sensitive, gummy walls. Every squeeze to your thigh… 

Every look that you shared. Hanta’s eyes were even darker now, darker than they’d been earlier that day at his agency. More needy, almost feral. Your second orgasm with him inside you wasn’t as pleasant. It was hot now, not just warm, and sparks of overstimulation shocked you as your body jerked, almost convulsing as the pleasure tore out of you. Hanta came with a grunt of your name, his voice now so deep and gravelly that he sounded feral. 

Third. Hanta was feral now. His hair stuck out in a million different directions, his pupils were completely blown. Breed, breed, breed. He held your thighs down to the bed, on either side of you, your knees pressed down on the mattress in close proximity to your ears. 

Breed, breed, breed. Tears streamed down your flushed face, and you were babbling nonsense, mostly of your husband’s name and broken little whines.The headboard smacked the wall, the sound reverberating through the room as Hanta thrusted with his entire body weight into your aching, sloppy cunt. He growled, primeval in his need to fill you up- it was no longer a want. He needed to breed you. He’d simply go crazy if he couldn’t. 

Your third orgasm felt like an atomic bomb went off within your walls. Arousal gushed forward as you squirted, your entire cunt clenching violently, milking Hanta’s throbbing cock for all it was worth, painfully so, in your sensitivity. You cried out, sobbing, nails clawing at your husband’s bare back and arms. But he continued to fuck into you recklessly. The drywall behind the bed cracked. The bedframe groaned. A feral growl unlike anything you’d ever heard came from your husband as he came, driving his hips and his seed further and further into your womb. 

Breed, breed, breed. 

-

The day was sunny and clear. A warm breeze fluttered in through your open kitchen window, rustling the curtains and wafting the delicious smells from the stove throughout your home. A soft smile pulled at your face as you stirred and seasoned as needed- baby corn. Baby carrots. Baby back ribs. 

Of course, there was a theme. 

Hanta came home, calling for you, and your heart soared, fluttering in your chest and settling down into your belly.

“I’m in here babe,” you replied, turning, and picking up a small box. 

The box itself was nothing remarkable. It was yellow, small, and rectangular- like the kind of box one would put a necklace inside of, but this one held something more precious than a necklace. 

This box held your future. 

Inside, nestled in with sea green tissue paper, was a pregnancy test. The first pregnancy test you’d taken that showed those two sacred, life-changing, little pink lines. 

[slowpoke-fics]

Mask has Fallen | Mate Series

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Summary: your secret comes out, the emotions are high and tense

Warnings: anxiety, angst, soft!reader, violence, Derek is really borderline there for a min but who wouldn't be, as always I am not perfect, please read at your own risk

A/N: Previous Chapter | three | Next Chapter

I'm really loving this series and hope you guys love it too!

Scott's always trusted Derek's gut, or regretted not.

You were all gathered around the television, everyone happily watching some zombie movie baby wolf picked. Stiles was sitting in the chair next to you, Derek on the other side of you, Lydia placed next to him, and Scott in front of you. Erica is in the floor in front of Boyd, Malia in front of Stiles, Kira next to Scott. Isaac and Liam in bean bag chairs in the floor. It was calm.

This is how you enjoyed spending time with your pack. The people you've come to love and see grow all sitting peacefully, playfully teasing each other when they jump or let out a small growl. You'd all fallen into sync after everything settled, even with the Argents supernatural prison you'd pushed for. Everyone's biggest worry was the Nemeton's strays and keeping the supernatural in order. You thought to yourself, maybe I can tell them soon.

You sighed to yourself, asking the group as you prepared yourself to get up, "Anyone want anything?" With a flurry of, "Just a pop," "I saw cow tails, one of those please!" and "Water please," you got up stepping around Scott as he smiled at you. He turned quickly to nod at Derek. It was too late before you noticed it, Stiles noticed though. He scrambled out of his chair, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you to him, trying to get you away from Scott and Derek. Pulling the attention of Liam and Isaac who jump out of their chair also, and Derek. Sweet Derek who had a hold of your arm, claw dug in just a hair, but enough for you to yelp in pain and create just a few drops of blood.

The moment was frozen. Stiles had pushed himself in front of you, placing himself between you, Scott and Derek. Derek's claw holding a single drop of blood. Different emotions rumble in all of them in a split second. Malia noticed the change in the air, pulling Kira up as Boyd and Erica rose to position. Isaac and Liam staring at Derek in disbelief and anger. Derek is boring holes into you.

The hair on every wolf was standing up, your mask falling, tears instantly pooling in your eyes, slowly and silently running down your face. Stiles still holding the defensive. Just like that it's over, Derek takes a pointed whiff of the air, his eyes flashing red, your hands instantly went to your ears, covering them for protection, feeling his anger boil up.

Derek let out a growl, deep from inside him, shaking the walls and windows of the loft. The growl was long, demanding, angry. Everyone wolf in the room flashes their eyes, everyone but you. Derek's eyes are locked on yours, your solid bright red, innocent eyes. Everyone sees. Everyone twists, sensing the danger from each other. Growls are being tossed back and forth, no fight declared between alphas, so no fight declared between betas. You're visibly shaking, eyes now dimmed to y/e/c and the only thing that Derek can muster is another growl, causing you to scream. Isaac and Liam are now next to you, sensing your fear, Liam wrapped his arms around you protectively as Derek continued roaring, Isaac standing defensively.

"Let go of my mate!"

Liam didn't move, nobody did. Processing what he just said, the wolves looked at each other, at you, at Derek. You looked at everyone, taking in how they were feeling. Scott was now standing claws out, confused with a hint of protectiveness, on edge with Derek challenging his betas. Stiles was curious and defensive, still having his eye on Derek but, far enough back the wolves could fight it out without involving him. Erica was angry, already transformed with her claws out. Boyd was calm, standing defensively behind Erica, ready to grab her if she lashed. Kira was unsettled, one hand on Scotts shoulder one on her sword. Lydia was next to Stiles, behind him really, with an awestruck appearance. Derek growled again as Liam's hands remained on you.

You let out a painful yelp at the anger he was radiating, tears still falling. Liam tried to console your shaking body, he didn't realize you could be so fragile. Isaac tried to reason with Derek, "You're scaring her man!" Liam was trying to block your body from Derek, Isaac placing his hands on Derek's chest, repeating lowly, "Derek! You are scaring her!" Derek let out a calmer warning growl as his eyes dimmed back to his beautiful green. You gently moved Liam out of the way, gently calling to Derek, "Derek, I'm sorry." You backed up, countering his step forward. "Please," Derek whispered, still pushing, sounding desperate. Isaac looked back to you, and you nodded. You wanted to be close to him just as bad as he did, he just needed to calm down. Derek's eyes sparked to life as he stops about arms reach from you. Isaac and Liam standing defensively, rumbling at Derek, reminding him he goes no further.

Your eyes mimicked his, Derek growling, "Mate." You smiled ever so slightly, a resolve falling over you as you whispered, "Mate." Derek quickly pulled you to him, wrapping his arms around you as he breathed you in deeply. You were shocked, you didn't know what to expect but it wasn't this. You rested your head on him, arms circling him, clenching the back of his shirt in pure need for your mate. You took a deep breath as his scent surrounded you. Derek held you close to him, sliding arms around your waist and giving you a singular soft kiss on the nape of your neck. You felt protected, home, calm.

You gasped as Derek picked you up, his head now buried deep in your neck. You were so overrun with emotions you were still crying. After so long, you were able to scent your mate, your true mate. You weren't sure you would ever be able to scent properly, you could smell him all over his apartment, but he couldn't even smell you. You couldn't really touch him, couldn't get close with him. You couldn't help but wonder how different it would've been if you were honest. Doesn't matter now.

The secret was out for better or worse.

[kookiessugababy]

My Sweet Girl (Min Yoongi) // 18+ nsfw!!

Warnings🚨- slapping (minimal) // out of relationship// fingering// teasing//hickies

-> scenario: you’re both deeply in it for one another- you’re just waiting for the right time. A needy, lustful breakfast after a cosy night at Yoongis apartment leads to your feelings only firing.

Hope you enjoy <3

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The absence of his arms woke you at 8:30, instead finding yourself wrapped in a warm duvet and surrounded by the sweet aroma of pancakes. Clattering pans and cutlery echoed from the neighbouring room, apartment walls shaking with every step the boy took. He almost conveyed the impression of frustration, with the unnatural business for such time in the morning most likely getting to him. Curious, you brushed the quilt to the floor before covering up with a stray shirt residing by the bed. Your hair was messy and eyes screaming with oscitation and with little effort made, you wandered through the dim corridor to the kitchen.

Drawing closer the aforementioned cacophony was met with a juxtaposing hum of soft music, a small voice murmuring lyrics. The door was agar allowing sweet smells to escape the warmth, taunting you through as you tasted the cloyingly sweet air. On the opposing side of the busy counter that was occupied by fine China plates and delicate glasses filled with freshly squeezed orange juice, your eyes were met with the frame of a shirtless Yoongi, leaning with his back to you over the stove. Leaking light sauntered through the gaps of the apartment windows, tickling his pale complexion with sparkles of morning dew- delicately drawing patterns down his spine. His skin looked soft and untouched, toned arms reaching for condiments as he remained oblivious to your gaze. Floppy silver hair fell to the boys face in a lazy manner, complementing his nape - broad shoulders holding stretching with every move. “And what is this, Mr Yoongi?” you playfully tittered after minutes of taking in the sight. Before resting against the doorframe, you folded your arms at your chest as he span around on his heels, raising an eyebrow to sportively taunt him with disbelief. When he came to facing, flaunting his husky figure- underwear sitting low on his waist, you found your stare uncontrollable. Obvious gawking permissed him to smirk slightly as his eyebrows relaxed- curled lips inviting you closer as he swiped them with his tongue. “Breakfast, my sweet girl” he replies, pushing a plate in your direction over the islands surface, taking a fork in your hand as you sat in the mustard leather seat. The modern room was airy and colourful, matching the theme of the rest of Yoongi apartment. Stacked pancakes coated in sugar and fruit were presented to you as he stalked you closely, taking in your appreciative smile while you abstained from running your eyes further then his face. His gummy grin made you giggle, cheeks heating as he leered at you flirtatiously, sipping his juice while his eyes never left yours.

Despite the serenity you felt at this moment, the two of you had a muddled relationship. Inseparable was often used to describe your liaison- all of your belongings sat in his flat, you slept in his bed, you attended every single of the boys concerts, yet neither of you had ever asked each other to commit officially. Both of you were deeply affectionate for one another; blatantly in love- yet both felt this to such an extent the idea of rejection was worse than imaginable. Most nights were filled with long chats and movie marathons- others passionate sex or a frolicking at the beach. Min Yoongi never tolerated a dull moment when you were intertwined in his company, his affection almost felt abysmal with never ending ways to make you feel adored: and this morning was one of them.

Scratches of the fork echoed around the room as you emptied your plate, watching the boy caper to the radio in a zestful grace. “hmmm, my sweet girl, I must leave you today…practice with the boys at the studio but angel we shall do whatever you would like tonight” he announced, sounding much more sensitive than his usual self. Finding disappointment settle slightly, you agreed with a forceful grin: “you’ll need to make it up to me though Mr Yoongi” you replied, dismaying the lemon tone in an attempt to alleviate any sense of awkwardness. “Is that so?” he teased in return, pacing his way behind the stool, arms floating around you as he rested his chin on your shoulders. Bevelling your head back slightly, you relaxed against his rising chest- hearts beating in unison as he gently kissed the plush of your skin. You hummed as you moved further to give him access to your neck, his chapped lips cursing your name as he tickled your collarbones with pecks. “How about i make it up to you now?”

Patience grew thin as his fingers tugged your hair lightly, the kisses turning to pinches as he made his way to your shoulder. Every movement were sensual and planned, finding your hairs standing on edges skin as he traced his mouth along nerves. Before you could speak, he spun the chair to face himself, watching over as you glanced- eyes meeting. His stare was tantalising, tempting you closer and leaving you needy after he had barely handled you. Inhaling, his pouting lips parted, fixating on your blushing cheeks as you began to heat under his glare. Pushing your thighs together abruptly, you avoided diverting his attention to your gratuitous state. Like an eagle, his eyes flew to your thighs- large hands clasping them and pulling them apart. Coyly leering, his shining rings pressed cold against your skin as he rubbed circles lewdly, hungry hands running to your inner thigh. Here, his fingers snaked to your undressed clit- admitting your state with a growl at the wetness of your heat. His index finger extended and faintly paced your slit, impelling you to buck your hips slightly in the chair. Again, a devious smirk plastered Yoongis face as he inspected your reaction, your oversensitivity riling as he administered his power.

“Y-Yoongi” you moaned, his finger circling around your hole as he marked your jawline with raw red hickies. The shirt you wore was almost see through due to its pearly pigment, the harsh light showcasing your breasts through the fabric- Yoongi eying them as his finger moved from your heat. Taking it to his mouth, he sucked his fingers while keeping your attention- groaning at the sweet tasting the juices collected on his now soaked fingers. “My sweet girl, you taste so fucking good.” he praised, making your stomach turn at the validation you craved. Suddenly, he slapped your thigh and kneaded it with his other hand- the lubricated index now making its way into your head. You moved to hold his shoulders as he pushed it into you, curling it to hit tight walls. Roughly, he moved his finger in and out repeatedly, hair falling to his face as he slipped another one in. The forcefulness of his hands alone made your breasts bounce, moans slipping out of your mouth as the sound of your arousal bounce of the walls- the wet squelches worsening after every move. Despite your embarrassment for how pathetically turned on you were, you continued to focus watching his hand vigorously move at your heat- whining at the feeling. “Mm-more Yoongi” you pleaded, hips now rocking in the stool to gain more friction against his long digits and yet you couldn’t help but crave something more. “Oh goodness me kitten, is somebody after cock?” he playfully chimed, although he seemed somewhat breathless. Without slowing down, he pulled out his fingers completely- the cool air stinging your dripping heat as you fussed desperately.

Seconds later, his boxers were discarded to the floor- his long member standing erect. He held it in his hand, signalling you to spread your legs yet again for him. “That’s it baby, nice and wide for my big cock” he cooed, precum running to his fluid coated fingers. Swiftly, he grabbed your leg and moved it over his shoulder- forcing you to lean back in the stool against the counter. Facing him you could watch as he glanced at your dampened thighs, biting his lip as took in every visible part of you. The shirt covered your modesty in a way that turned him on more- he knew exactly what was under there as he’d seen it so many times before- and yet only his imagination could picture your breasts jumping as he pounded you and the reddening chest in provocation. “Such a pretty girl.” he muttered instantly as his swelling cock tore through your heat, your moans uncontrollable as his hips thrusted you. The clashing of skin peaked around the room, his cock filling you in a way you’d never felt before. The angle he had perceived from raising your leg allowed him to repeatedly hit your g spot, driving into you harder and harder each time. Continuing at this pace, his spare hand reached to your clit, fondling it in quick circles. The pace of it all was almost unbearable, your breathe hitching at the immediacy of it all.

“Fuck- mmm” Yoongi groaned, reaching further and further into you as he pulled your leg up more. Your head tilted back under the inability to hold it up- words slurred and vision blurry with tears as your eyes streamed. Sweat poured from the boys head as a result of the repetition- hair sticking to his face as his parted lips announced his pleasure. The stool rocked against the counter as he failed to give in, his cock twitching as he felt your walls clench. Moving his hand from your swollen clit, he held your breasts tightly as his final thrusts slowed down, hips slapping against yours as he buried himself deep. Tightening stomachs and burning faces led you both to a moaning mess, your insides clenching as you felt yourself reaching your orgasm. “I- cum.. Yoongi I need to-“ struggling to offer a sentence, you pleaded for a release as your walls tightened around his spilling cock. “Cum” he demanded breathlessly, his face flushed and coated in a layer of sweat. Before you could reply, a blackness held your body as you twisted in pleasure- the warmth of his seed filling you as you came around his cock simultaneously. Your nails dug into his back as you gasped in pleasure- profanities bleeding from Yoongis lips as he felt your climax around himself. Answering to exhaustion, his movements turned sloppy as he let down your leg, allowing time for you to adjust to the release. He rode out both of your highs- slightly hissing at the dripping of your cunt as he pulled out. Your thighs were messy with arousal, your pussy dripping with his load. Grinning, he pulled your large shirt down slightly to dab up the mess- kissing you softly on the forehead in return.

Each breath was still heavy as he pulled back up his boxers, your heat sore from the keenness of it all. He chuckled slightly and your bewildered state; slightly hair slightly messy, tear stained eyes and your shirt now soaked. Pecking your lips lightly, he touched his nose against yours, smiling a gummy smile that calmed your heaving. “I’d better be off to dress, my sweet girl. Thankyou for making my morning wonderful” he whispered against your cheek, tightly hugging you in a warm embrace. Giggling, you nodded- permissing him leave with a soft kiss on the cheek.

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[fiveisnumber1]

Good Morning - A Timeless Side Piece

The world felt warm as Five opened his eyes, bright light surrounding him. It wasn’t unusual for him to try and appreciate the little things given all he had gone through. It was these moments of calm that made everything a little better. Looking to his right he saw you beside him, resting in peace as you always did. A smile on your face as you existed in the tranquility of the moment. Five reached his hand out and placed it to your cheek taking in the image of you. You were a dream to look at, so serene and beautiful. You were his favorite dream. Moving his thumb back and forth he gently stroked your cheek. Although, he tried to not wake you, your eyes opened and looked towards him. They were tired but even in their current state he loved the sight. Giving him a smile, you looked at your best friend, your dearest Five.

“How did you sleep mon cherí?” You question

“A little rough, my back hurts.” Five answers honestly

“Y’know you’ve been saying that for a while.” You reply back

It was true he had been saying that for a while but to him it wasn’t that big of an issue. Sure his back hurt, but so did that of most people. The human spine was an evolutionary success and an evolutionary failure as well. If anything it wasn’t what he was sleeping on it was just because spines sucked. Trying to reassure you in some way he stated,

“Well I can’t help it. What I’m sleeping on isn’t the best.”

“Well I’m doing fine on this,” you remind before suggesting “but you know you could always search for something better.”

“No, no. I don’t have the time. I have more important things to do anyway.” Five objected

Of course. He had more important things to do. He always had more important things to do. The boy was constantly doing research, reading books and gaining knowledge like there was no tomorrow. There was a tomorrow but he always needed to acquire more information now. After everything that had happened he consumed himself with research. And you as well. Maybe he was just trying to get his mind off of things. If he filled his time, maybe he would forget the regrets of his past. Trying to get him to slow down, you shook his shoulder as you commented,

“I swear you never take a break.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing,” Five retorted “You know my research is important ma cherie,”

“Oh I know it is…” You replied sarcastically 

Five raised and eyebrow at you and an amused smirk came to his face. He knew you wished he would relax more but given everything it just wasn’t in him to relax. If he wasn’t go-go-going then what was he doing? Nothing useful that’s for sure. 

“Now what is that supposed to mean?” Five playfully scoffed

“Ohhhh nothingggg,” You replied before putting on a sincere tone, “but will you just rest with me a bit longer?”

“(Y/N), I have work to do.” Five reminded

Why did he always have to go? Could he not take a break for one day? Trying to get him to stay before he consumed himself with work again you put on a pout and begged, 

“Pleaseeeee, I’m not getting up anytime soon and don’t want to be alone.”

Five let out a small sigh. He knew that you were still going to rest while he was working but it couldn’t hurt to stay with you a little longer. Giving you a smile he replied,

“Oh fine. You know you’re the only one able to convince me to slow down,”

You smiled as you looked about the place. Turning your attention back to him you commented, 

“Well, right now it looks like I’m the only one around.”

“What an observation,” Five joked

“Don’t be rude.” You exclaimed making his arm

Five let out a small laugh as he stared at you. You were his raison d'etre. Everything he does was for you. Five brushed a little bit of hair from your face as he continued to admire you. Raising a curious eyebrow you asked,

“What are you looking at?”

“You of course.” He answered, his gaze unwavering “Am I not allowed to admire you?”

“You can,” You smiled, “But why?”

“If I don’t do it now, then when?” Five responded

“Whenever you want, silly.” You remark

“Well that’s easier said than done.” He explained, moving his hands to your waist and holding you tighter

As he held you, Five looked off to the side. Things started feeling warmer. Uncomfortably warm. As he brought one of his hands up to wipe sweat away from his forehead her saw red. His eyes went wide at the sight of blood. Looking down he saw hole going through you as you bled out.

“(Y/N)…”

You looked down at the massive wound before looking back up to Five. The smile on your face had all disappeared and the color of your skin started to fade as the life drained from your eyes.

“(Y/N), please.” Five begged holding you tighter

“It’s time to get back to work Five.” You whispered remorsefully

The bright light became brighter and brighter as you started to fade away.

“(Y/N)!” Five yelled as he shot upright

His eyes now wide open as he took in his surroundings. The flames of the scorched earth around him continued to burn on. Ash still falling from the sky as it had done for the past ten years. The cold ground of rocks and dirt below him. He had been dreaming again. But dreams were just dreams. The reality of his world was nothing like the one in his mind. As the continual flames of the earth raged on Five got up. You were right, it was time to get back to work if he was ever going to get back to you.

Fun tip: Try reading the story again to see how the perspective has changed!

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 (𝐂𝐄𝐎!/𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨) 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐞𝐨/𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳)× 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑𝐊 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲/𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭), 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @yunhoiseyecandy @atiny-ahgase

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After arranging and rearranging the boxes and bags layed out on the king sized bed, Yunho calmly took a step back to make sure everything looked ok. He let out a frustrated groan as he began second guessing himself.

"What if she doesn't like them?"

He had no time to ponder more on that question as the doorbell rang, letting him know the very person he was talking about was already there. He scurried out the bedroom, as he passed the living room, he stopped and ran back inside it to pick up the bouquet of roses that he nearly forgot about. Making sure to straighten out his posture, he nervously reached for the handle before turning it to open the door, hiding the bouquet behind his back.

"Hi." The person standing there waved at him, her eyes lighting up when she saw him.

"Hey you....." He had an equally flustered smile plastered on his face as he gazed down at the pretty face in front of him.

The girl shifted awkwardly in place, looking side to side as she waited for him to say something.

"So.....did you have fun on your trip?" She finally asked.

He let out a chuckle.

"Hardly. It was literally all work the entire time and I was just frustrated and stress and- Oh! I'm sorry Y/N. Please come inside."

He stepped aside to let her enter into his penthouse apartment, which she hadn't been in for the 4 months he was away on a business trip. Closing the door behind him, he faced her and produced the flowers he was hiding up to the point.

"Here. I brought them for you." He held them out towards her.

"Oh my gosh they're beautiful! Thank you!" She thanked him as she admired the gift he'd given her.

"And that's not all! I got you a few other things while I was away!"

Taking her hand in one of his large ones, he excitedly led her into the room that had been specifically decorated, prepared and set aside just for her whenever she'd come over and stayed with him for long periods of time. Standing behind her, he led her inside, his hands now covering her eyes as he whispered tiny instructions on how many steps to take and where to turn.

"Ta da!" He cheered enthusiastically.

Opening her eyes, she was bewildered by the dozens upon dozens of designer and luxury named bags and boxes that no doubt contained clothes, jewelry, shoes and probably a few articles of lingerie. She smiled softly at his kind gesture

"It's wonderful.....thank you." She turned to him.

"Do you want to look through them now?" He was already reaching for one of the bags.

"Oh....perhaps later..." She suggested.

Sensing something like disappointment, Yunho sighed.

"Don't you like them? Were they not what you wanted? Was there something specific you would have rather liked?" He was ready to give her the world, all she needed to say was the word and he'd bend earth and sky for her.

"No! I love them, I do! It's just...." She looked down, somewhat afraid of saying out loud what it was she really wanted.

Wanting to soften her up, his fingers cupped her chin, lifting it up so he could look at her eyes.

"Tell me babygirl. Just ask and it shall be yours." He assured her.

She bit her lip, that action alone making him lick his own and wish it was his own teeth that were fulfilling that action instead on her.

"I really just wanted to spend time with you.....maybe watch a movie together and.....cuddle?"

Without realizing it, her hands began pinching at the soft material of his black turtleneck, bottom lip pouting upwards like a child awaiting to be refused. The tall male let out a soft and low chuckle.

"That's it? Is that really all my darling wants?" He kissed her forehead in disbelief.

She whined in a rather cute yet frustrated way.

"It's just you've been gone for so long and I missed you. Is that a crime?" She defended herself.

He shook his head then swiftly scooped her up in his arms and began carrying her out into the living room.

"Nope and honestly I'm happy you suggested it. I missed my babygirl as well."

She blushed slightly when he pressed a rather hard and long kiss to her cheek before sitting her down on his lap and turning on the huge television in front of them. They both agreed to watch a new movie that had just recently came out, all of their friends having been raving about it making them curious and wanting to see what it was about. From the looks of it, it seemed to be another typical romantic movie, which neither of them minded. Neither were hardly paying attention to the movie, one more occupied in poking either side of her ribcage or pinching her thighs, while she playfully slapped his giant hands away, often whining which resulted in him wrapping his arms more tightly around her, face pressing against her shoulder as he bounced her on his lap.

When they finally decided to just stop and watch the movie, it had suddenly taken another turn that was not very PG at all. A rather erotic and explicit R rated scene came up, leaving them both gulping and making them both sweat nervously. They both thought it'd be over soon, like any other cliche Hollywood sex scene that would only last a minute or two, but they were surprised that almost 10 minutes later, it was only getting more and more kinky which had both of them awkwardly sitting there.

Y/N could feel the way Yunho's fingers began to slowly rub circles along her hip bones, sometimes digging harshly into her skin. She began to think of all the other places she'd rather have his fingers in, like her mouth, around her neck or slipping inside her womanhood which was getting more wet the more sensual his touches became. The fake moans coming from the actors on screen made her think of all the times Yunho had gone rough on her, teasing her relentlessly and making her have one orgasm after another because he always wanted more, never satisfied with having her cum just once. Those thoughts were so wrapped up in her mind, she didn't realize she had began grinding herself against Yunho's lap until his hands suddenly held her in place, stilling her movements.

Inhaling a raspy breath, her eyes fluttered close when he began pressing open mouth kisses to the side of her neck and shoulder.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you.."

One of his hands moved to slip inside her shorts, pushing past her cotton panties to start stroking gently at her little nub, eliciting soft moans and breaths to protrude from her lips.

"So let me show you princess just how much daddy missed you."

She let out a pleasured hum at having him call her that nickname that he reserved especially for these moments. With his hand buried in between her legs, he moved his fingers down further, slipping one of his long fingers into her entrance, probing around her walls as his kisses to her neck became more sloppy and hungry.

"You're already super wet. Did you miss me that much? Hmm? Did my little princess miss her daddy?"

She couldn't help but nod.

"Y-yes, I missed you so much daddy." She gasped when a second finger entered her, speedily thrusting in and out of her. She couldn't help but grind down onto his hand.

Yunho let out a groan.

"Do you like my fingers that much princess?" He cooed in her ear.

"Yes! Oh my God! I love your fingers so much!" She cried out.

Snorting softly, he used his free hand to trail up her neck before running his thumb across her bottom lip. Knowing exactly what he was hinting at, she obediently opened her mouth.

"That's it princess. Such a good girl. Suck on my fingers....fuck- yes, just like that."

She didn't protest as he slipped 3 of his fingers in her mouth, she just enveloped them inside her wet cavern and sucked on them as though they were one of the delicious candies he often brought her from some foreign country. She moaned around his fingers, as his other hand worked her closer to her incoming orgasm. Although she wanted to hold out a little longer, it had been far too long since she'd had something that wasn't her own fingers, or one of the many toys she'd been spoiled with, inside her pussy. And Yunho's touch was so addicting, always knowing exactly how to push her over the edge in such little time. He could feel it too, he knew she was ready to burst at any second.

"Cum...cum for me princess. You deserve it."

His fingers pushed deeper in her mouth, making her release a series of choked out moans as her hips shook, liquids pouring out of her and covering Yunho's hand in a sticky mess. Although his fingers stopped moving inside her, his thumb continued to rub at her clit, helping to ride her out of her orgasm, only stopping when she finally stopped moving her hips.

Pulling his fingers out of her soaked hole, he brought them up to his lips and shamelessly sucked off the secretions left on it.

"Still tasting as delicious as ever." He purred in her ear.

His immense hands suddenly turned her over, placing her on top of his thigh.

"Ride it baby. Put on a little show for me."

Although she was always shy about riding his thick thighs, she never refused him, knowing he was always gentle and helped her throughout it since she was still pretty new to it. Her hands grasped at his shoulders to help stabilize her as her hips began rutting against his clothed thighs. Her ruined underwear was now painfully clinging to her soaked pussy, only attaching itself more to her skin the more she grinded herself against her lover's body.

Yunho watched with hooded eyes as her head fell back, exposing more of her beautiful neck, eyes shut tight as she fucked herself on his thigh. His hands went over to grab at her ass cheeks, kneading her soft flesh in between his fingers, massaging them gently and guiding them to help her find the best pleasure possible.

"There you go baby, keep doing that. You're doing such a good job my darling. Look at you looking so pretty."

She couldn't control herself as she began riding his thigh with more intensity, loving all the praises being spilled out of his mouth just for her. Yunho knew it too, knew how much she loved to be dotted on in such a way by him.

"Yeah you like being called that? Like being daddy's good little girl? Cause that's what you are right?" He flexed his thigh, slightly rubbing more against her, a wet patch becoming visible on his trousers as she began soaking through her clothes.

"Yes! I'm your good girl daddy! Wanna be good just for you." She cried out as she began to frantically hump his thigh, another orgasm fast approaching her.

"You're such a good girl princess..just for me right? Be my good princess and cum again, can you do that again for me? Yes you can, go ahead."

His hands flew to grasp at her waist, holding her in place as her arms fell back onto the leather couch beneath her and held her body up as she came on top of him, her hips unable to ride her through her orgasm so Yunho continued rubbing his thigh in between her legs so her orgasm wouldn't be ruined. He loved watching her eyes shut tight, the corners spilling out a few droplets of tears as an overwhelming pleasure took her over countenance, leaving her breathless for a few seconds.

Once she recovered from that high, she opened her eyes to find Yunho staring at her with such ardent passion burning in his eyes. His lips flew up to kiss hers fervently, his body pushing her down onto the couch. His hands entangled themselves on hers and held them up above her head. She shivered when she felt his bulge rub against her inner thigh, making her excited at the thought of having it inside her once again.

"Such a pretty and beautiful baby. I know I say it a lot but I truly mean it."

Tilting her head to the side so it'd be easier for him to leave marks along the side of her neck, her smiled at the loving compliments he kept showering her with.

"You're such a sight to behold." He was practically growling as his mouth ravished at the tender skin of her neck, marking as he pleased, after all.....

She was all his and belonged to him and him only.

"My beautiful little princess."

Sitting up, he began ridding her of her shorts, her panties dragged along with them, tossed onto the floor. Yunho groaned at the sight of her glistening folds, looking plump and pink hued from the previous administrations he had placed on it.

"Fuck....I really need to be inside you.. ....

Right. Now."

She let out a squeal as he turned her to her side, laying down beside her in a spooning position. She giggled as she heard the sound of his belt being undone, followed by his trousers being pulled down to his thighs so he could take his cock out. Pumping himself a few times, he lined himself up against her entrance before pushing in, barely fitting the enormous head in.

"God princess! You're tighter than usual."

She bit down at her shirt sleeve in an effort to quiet down her whimpers as he slowly pushed more of his length in her.

"You ok? Want me to stop?" He rubbed her cheek in a soothing motion.

Shaking her head, she urged him to keep going.

"P-please...w-want daddy's monster cock inside my tiny pussy." She begged, her ass pressing back onto him to fit more of him in her.

Yunho hissed as he moved forward, finally fitting his entire length inside her warm and inviting walls.

"Fuck, you're practically squeezing the life out of me. I'm not sure you'll be able to take me."

Of course he was just taunting her at this moment, wanting to get her begging for him to fuck her as he wanted to.

"Yes I can!" She refuted his statement.

"Oh? But I don't think you can princess. I can barely move inside you. You're such a small and tiny doll compared to me.....I'm afraid I might break you." He teased her.

She whined, enjoying how he used his size against her.

"I'm small but I can take daddy's big cock. Please, break me, I can take it." She wiggled her ass to get her point across.

Getting the ok, Yunho began to slip in and out of her slowly, her walls stretching out to accommodate his length better. They both released a series of sinful sounds, both overjoyed at being connected once again after being separated for too long. Y/N's stinging in her core was replaced by ecstasy as Yunho began to speed up his thrusts, her body once again familiarizing itself with his size.

Yunho's hand that was resting on her hip moved to cup her lower abdomen, muttering curses as he felt the bulge protruding in her.

"Feel that my little doll? You're so small I can feel all of me move in and out of you."

She had tears trickling down her cheeks from the immense feeling his cock and words were giving her.

"Fuck! You're so tight little one! One might believe I don't fuck you enough." He giggled as he began nibbling at her earlobe.

Her breaths became more ragged and shaky as she approached her third orgasm of the day, walls clenching around Yunho. His hand that was on her abdomen, grabbed her own and placed it where his previously rested.

"Feel that princess? Feel me in you? Can you believe that it's really you taking me so well?"

She was releasing whimpered yelps at this point, hips snapping against her at a rough and deep pace, his gigantic length fucking her out of her mind.

"Daddy! I'm-I'm-"

His hands reached inside her shirt, groping at her soft breasts, fingers pinching at her nipples as he fucked her into another orgasm that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Feeling her spill in him made him desperate to chase his own release.

"Princess, gonna cum- wanna cum in you. Please tell me you've been going to the gynecologist like you're supposed to." He desperately pleaded at her, his thrusts getting more erratic, hair sticking to his forehead.

Y/N nodded furiously, affirming she had been getting her contraceptive injection specifically for this reason.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!"

Yunho grunted harshly as he spilled his cum all over her walls, making sure to fuck all of it in her. He panted softly as he tried to catch his breath, his partner next to him already worn out from that intense love session. Carefully he pulled out of her, smiling in an accomplished manner as he saw her hole be filled up with his sticky white substance.

"Beautiful." He whispered mostly to himself than anything.

Turning her over to lay on her back, he smiled down at her tired and sleepy figure. Leaning down, he began placing tiny kisses all over her face.

"I love you so much my little princess."

Too tired to even mutter out a sentence, she merely let out a tiny grumble which he giggled at.

"How cute. Come here princess. Daddy will take care of you."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, his hands lifted her up, legs wrapped around his waist as he began carrying her towards his bathroom to indulge her in a warm bubble bath to soothe her tired and sore body.

"You're so good to me Yunho..." She mumbled in his ear, her nose nuzzling against his neck, sending him into a flutter of soft panic.

"Well...you are daddy's princess after all."

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[jenoismydad]

Netflix and Fuck

pairing: Jeno & Jaemin x Reader 

genre: smut, threesome, fingering, slight voyeurism, male receiving, protected sex, also a bit of dom!jaemin and jeno

summary: Jaemin walks in on you and Jeno hooking up during movie night and doesn’t mind joining you

note: I hit 2k followers while writing this smut so consider it as a gift! thank you guys so much for all the love and support you give me!

requested by @norenminhyuckchenji

part 1 || part 2 

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“Where am I supposed to sit?”, you asked with a pout on your face as you scanned the room for a vacant and comfortable spot to claim. “On my lap of course.”, Jeno announced with a smirk. You narrowed your eyes at him, flipping him off. “In your dreams boy.” Jeno frowned and held his heart in feigned pain. 

You stood behind Jaemin and rocked his shoulder gently. “Jaemin...can I please sit here.”, you asked in the most sincere way you could. Jaemin looked up at you, mouth full of chips, with an unamused expression. “And where exactly do you expect me to sit?” You gave his question some thought. “Next to Mark?”

Jaemin shook his head disapprovingly and continued snacking on his chips. The only spot left was Haechan’s. You knew it would be a total waste asking Haechan to let you take his place, but you really didn’t want to sit on the cold, hard wooden floor in your skirt. “Haechan...”, you started. All it took was a strong glare from the boy and you immediately gave up. There was just no winning with him. You hung your head and slumped away, ready to join Renjun and Mark on the floor. 

“Just sit here.” Jeno grabbed your arm and tugged you towards him. He patted his lap and looked up at you intently. Compared to the floor, Jeno looked pretty warm and inviting. Besides, he was the one who was insisting that you sit on his lap, so he probably didn’t mind. But still, the movie was probably going to be at least 2 hours long and you weren’t exactly the lightest of people. “Come on y/n, it’ll be fine.”, Jeno assured you, having picked up on your mental debate with yourself. “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable ”, you stated, shifting closer to him. “And I don’t want you to be either.”, Jeno said with a smile. You nodded reluctantly and carefully sat down on his lap. 

Jeno let you settle yourself, one hand laying on the armrest and the other delicately draped over your thigh, almost like it was a seatbelt. You didn’t mind it though, instead sitting back and watching the movie that had just begun.

After what seemed to be and hour, maybe only half, your legs started hurting slightly. Jeno’s thighs were more firm than squishy, so it was kind of hard to stay put in one position without feeling sore. That’s why, not too long after you started moving around, Jeno’s eyes widened drastically. His body tensed up, which made you shift about more than before. It was only until his large hand gave your thigh a harsh squeeze, that you halted your movements. “Don’t move.”, Jeno breathed, slowly relaxing his body. “Oops sorry.”, you whispered, letting all your weight down again and leaning you're back against his chest. Jeno groaned and lurched forward, his head right next to yours. He held both your arms tightly now, letting his knees spread apart just a bit, only to have you sink deeper onto his thighs. “Fuck.”, Jeno cursed into your ear, sending chills down your body. He quickly sat back, wiping his forehead and awkwardly placing his hands on his knees. 

“You good bro?”, Jaemin asked from beside you, offering you some chips. “Yeah.”, Jeno answered weakly, making Jaemin chuckle. “Y/n didn’t give you a boner or something right?”, he asked jokingly. You gasped and slapped his arm, glaring at him playfully. “No she did not.”, Jeno spoke, slightly agitated. You and Jaemin both shrugged but said nothing further, returning to the movie.

You wanted to focus on the film, but something kept poking your butt. It was hard, so you assumed it was Jeno’s belt buckle or jeans button. Subconsciously, your hand flew behind you in order to move whatever it was, but the sound that left Jeno’s mouth as soon as your hand came in contact with his crotch had you realising that you had just fucked up.

Jeno had moaned. Straight out, uncensored, not so quietly, moaned. That too, right into your back, so you were the only one who heard it. Jeno rested his forehead on your back, sucking in deep breaths. He held your waist and pulled you back, placing his lips to your ear. “Five minutes, my room, otherwise don’t come at all.”, he commanded, his assertive voice making your insides tingle. He pushed you off of his lap and stormed off to his room muttering ‘bathroom’ just for the other guys knowledge. You watched him disappear down the hall, gulping nervously. You weren’t that dumb to realise that you had indeed given Jeno a boner. His words replayed in your head and heat rushed straight to your core. You were definitely turned on to say the least and the more you thought of Jeno, the wetter you got. Although, somewhere in the back of your head you knew that you and Jeno were just friends and that it should stay that way, you hadn’t had sex in ages. So maybe that, plus the added bonus that you really curious to know what Jeno had in plan for you, was the reason why you found yourself getting up and walking in the same direction you had seen Jeno go.

You walked down the hall, stopping in front of his bedroom door. You knew this was a bad idea, but you were really turned and all that wetness wasn’t just going to go away. The boys were all still sitting outside, too invested in the movie to notice your absence and you hoped it would stay that way. Knocking on the door timidly, you mentally prepared yourself for whatever was going to happen. Jeno opened the door and smirked at you, clearly pleased that you had decided to join him. He stepped aside to let you enter and quietly shut the door behind you. He then walked up to you and pushed you down on his bed, hovering over you. 

“First of all, fuck you for giving me a boner. I was actually looking forward to watching that movie but now all I can think about is how I’m going to literally fuck you for giving me a boner.”

Jeno’s face was serious, but you couldn’t help but let a small giggle slip. Jeno raised his brow at you and grinned. “Laugh all you want to now. You’re gonna have a hard time trying to be quiet later.”, he spoke, tracing his thumb across your lips. You licked your lips and pulled him down, crashing his lips onto yours. Jeno groaned and placed a hand next your head to keep himself steady. Your hands threaded through the hair at the back of his head, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Jeno let you take control, his other hand running up and down the side of your body.

You raised your leg and brought it to Jeno’s waist, pushing his hips down onto your core. You both moaned, the bulge in Jeno’s pants grown as it came in contact with your clothed core. Jeno ground his hips into yours, biting down on your lip when you moaned breathily. He left small open mouthed kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin, while his hand moved down to hold your thigh. You whimpered when slid his fingers over your pussy, smirking against your neck as he felt how wet you were. “Fuck our friends are sitting outside and you’re in here being such a whore. You’re definitely not as innocent as you pretend to be.”, Jeno said, rubbing small circles into your clit. “You’re one to talk.”, you mumbled, gasping when he pushed your panties to the side. “I can’t believe it took you two seconds to pop a boner.”

Jeno scowled at you and shoved his fingers into your pussy. You threw your head back and moaned loudly. “Well if you hadn’t been giving me a lap dance, this wouldn’t be happening right now.”, he said, fingering you with a sharp pace. You spread your thighs apart, allowing Jeno’s fingers to pump further into you. He covered your mouth with his other hand, completely engulfing your moans. His long slender fingers curled up to hit your g-spot perfectly, making you arch your back off the bed. You felt a familiar knot in your stomach but you didn’t want to cum just yet and neither did Jeno. He removed his fingers from your wet hole and fumbled with his belt.

Once it was off, he kicked his pants off and pointed to the table next to your head. “Get a condom.”, he instructed, peeling his now tight boxers off of his body. You opened the drawer and took a packet from the box of condoms. You sat up just in time to see his cock spring free, slapping up against his abdomen. Jeno took his shirt off and pumped his cock, telling your to come closer. You sat up on your knees and shifted towards him, opening your mouth involuntarily to take his cock. Jeno slapped hit against your tongue before pushing your head down on him. He hummed and let you set your own pace, only holding your hair out of the way. You didn’t suck him off for too long, only enough to get him fully hard. You let his cock go with a pop and scooted further up the bed. Jeno pushed your leg up and dragged his cock along your slit, coating it in your juices. “Fuck me already Jeno.”, you whined, walls clenching around nothing. Jeno chuckled at your neediness and positioned himself before slowly pushing into you. Your mouth fell open as Jeno’s cock stretched you out. He hadn’t even gone in all the way, but your eyes were already fluttering shut. Eyes barely open, you let your head fall to the side as Jeno completely bottomed out. Just as he started grinding his hips slowly into yours, something caught your eye.

Your eyes widened in panic when you realised that it wasn’t something, but a someone. And that someone’s eyes were boring right into yours. Jeno noticed your inattentiveness and bucked his hips into yours, earning a sensual moan from you. Your eyes flickered to his briefly before returning back to the one’s  you had previously been looking at. You had tensed up a bit and you wanted to tell Jeno to stop because you two weren’t alone, but with the way that Jaemin was staring at you, all you could do was moan louder. 

You hadn’t missed his hand which he was using to not so subtly palm himself, and you didn’t want to deny him of any pleasure, which was surprising to you. Although the bathroom light was still turned off, you could tell that Jaemin’s eyes were full of lust. He gripped the doorframe, biting down on his lip harshly.

And that’s when the lights turned on. Jeno’s head whipped behind to see his best friend, getting off to him fucking his other friend. “What the heck are you doing over there?”, Jeno asked the other boy, surprisingly calm with the situation. “I needed to piss but then I walked in on this. Hehe, that rhymed.”

Jeno shook his head and rolled his eyes. He was still buried deep inside you and he was still hard. It only made you wonder how many times he had been in this situation before. Jaemin flicked the bathroom light off and walked towards you two as if y’all were just playing a board game. He sat at the edge of the bed, staring you up and down. “Care if I join?”, he asked casually. He looked between you and Jeno. Jeno shrugged. “Only if she’s okay with it.”, he said, pulling out and sitting back. Now all the eyes were on you. 

“Of course she’s okay with it.”, Jaemin said, “She was practically putting on a show for me when I was standing back there.” You didn’t know what to say. Yeah, your were a bit skeptical at first, but with the way Jaemin had been eye fucking you, you could only wonder what it would feel like if he actually fucked you. At this point, the fact that these two men were your friends had been pushed back into the deep depths of your mind, and all you could think of was how good they could make you feel. That’s why, you said nothing, but nodded timidly, giving the two boys your affirmation.

Jaemin beamed excitedly and began ridding himself of his clothes. Once he was done with that, he took your hand in his and moved you to the edge of the bed. Gesturing for you to stand up on your knees, Jaemin trailed his finger down your still clothed body. He hooked his finger under your shirt and slid it off with one swift movement, leaving you in your bra. You felt another pair of hands, Jeno’s, unclip the garment and slide it off, tossing it somewhere in the room. He pressed small kisses on your shoulder, his hands holding your waist. 

Jaemin turned your chin towards him, pulling your forward to join his lips to yours. His lips were soft and the kiss was delicate, different from how aggressively Jeno had kissed you before. Jeno’s lips were still on your shoulder, he was now sucking small marks into your skin. Jaemin pulled away and cupped your breast. Your lips parted as he softly pinched your nipple, letting out a silent moan. You tilted your head to the side when Jeno’s lips tugged at your neck. “Do you like that?”, Jaemin asked you, his voice was sweet, but there was a slight adjuring tone to it. You hummed in response and Jaemin wasn’t pleased by it. “Say it out loud.”, he ordered assertively. “Yes.”, you said, moaning when Jeno started rubbing your other nipple. “Good girl.”, Jeno spoke into your ear. 

“Get on all fours.”, Jaemin instructed. You did as he said and felt Jeno push your skirt up, you ass now on display for them both. “Now be an angel and take us both well, okay?”, Jaemin said, bringing your mouth closer to his cock. “Okay.”, you breathed, wrapping your lips around Jaemin’s dick while Jeno lined himself at your entrance. 

It was as if the two boys had done a mental countdown of some sort as they both pushed into you, one in your mouth and the other in your pussy. You moaned at the stretch Jeno’s length gave you, but it was muffled by Jaemin’s dick. 

It was a perfect harmony. When Jeno would pull out of you, Jaemin would thrust his dick in your mouth, never leaving you to feel empty. It only made you wonder how frequently they had done this before. The room had become unbearably hot, but with the amount of pleasure soaring through you, you could care less. Jaemin was fucking your mouth so harshly that you couldn’t feel your jaw anymore. He skilfully managed to fit all of his length in your mouth without making you gag. Jeno, on the other hand, was ruthlessly pounding into your pussy, the sound of your skin slapping echoing throughout the room. 

Jaemin was the first to come undone. He cursed and pushed your head down on him so far that your nose was touching his abdomen. Your muffled moans sending vibrations through his body had his cock twitching in your mouth and hot cum spurting down your throat. You grimaced at the bitter taste but swallowed it like a champ. When he finally pulled out you realised how sore your throat had gotten. “Such a good girl.”, Jaemin cooed, “You took me so well baby.” 

Now that Jaemin was out of your mouth, you could moan freely. Your moans tore through your throat, the tightness in your stomach increasing with every strong thrust from Jeno. Jeno pulled your hair making you stand on your knees. You pressed your back to his chest, resting your head on his shoulder, strings of curses pouring through your mouth as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. “You’ve got such a dirty mouth baby. Who’s ruining you like this?”, Jaemin asked, pressing his thumb down on your clit. “Jeno is.”, you mumbled incoherently, so lost in your own bliss that you were starting to see stars. “That’s right. Who’s fucking you dumb?”, he asked once again, attaching his lips too your nipple as he began drawing small circles into your clit. “Jeno is!”, you shouted, eyes reeling to the back of your head, with the extra stimulation. 

You gripped Jaemin hair harshly, making him clamp his mouth on you nipple. He squeezed your other breast and rubbed your clit intensely. Your walls clenched around Jeno’s cock, your orgasm crashing down on you like a wave. You practically screamed as if the rest of your friends were not still sitting outside in the living room. oblivious to how the two boys were playing with you. You heard Jaemin chuckle underneath you, he looked up at you, caressing your stomach comfortingly, as you came down from your high. Jeno was still pounding into you, chasing his high desperately. You clenched your walls around him again and that seemed to do the trick. Pulling your hips down on him, he emptied himself into the condom, biting down on your neck as he did so. He rode out his high a bit before falling back on the bed and leaning against the headboard. You yelped as you fell with him, ending up on his lap. Jeno laughed and rested his head on your shoulder, regaining his breath. “Looks like we’re back to square one.” All of your laughed tiredly, wafting in post orgasm feels. 

“How was it?”, Jaemin asked, cupping your cheek. “Really fucking good.”, you huffed and leaned into Jeno’s chest, suddenly feeling really lethargic. Jaemin laid down across the bed, his legs dangling off the bed, and pulled Jeno’s blanket over himself. 

All three of your heads turned to the door when it shot open with no warning. Renjun and Haechan stood in the doorway, Mark joining them shortly after. They both stared at the three of you, eyes narrowed and arms folded. “I can’t believe y'all had a fuck fest without inviting us!”

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