#if u saw this last night. no you didn’t

[cheftsunoda]

southern drawl— dr3

smau

daniel ricciardo x !country music star reader

ever wonder what daniel is doing in retirement? he is in texas…falling in love with a country sensation.

fc: megan moroney + various pinterest girlies

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i miss danny sm im spiraling 🗣️

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austin, texas 📍

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✰your pov✰

the neon lights buzzed softly above me as i stepped into the bar, the scent of whiskey, old wood, and barbecue wrapping around me. it was the kind of texas night that made the air feel thick and electric. my boots tapped against the floorboards, still dusted from a long day on the farm. i barely had time to shower after finishing up vocals at the studio, but my girls had insisted i needed a break.

i wasn’t looking for anything more than a cold beer and a little music—just enough to shake off the week. i found myself leaning against the bar when lacey came practically skipping toward me.

“yn!” she whispered, grabbing my wrist with wide eyes. “you have to come meet this guy.”

i laughed softly. “lace, if this is another one of your setups—”

“no, no, I swear. he is friends with chase, visiting from out of town. australian. tall. retired race car driver or something—daniel Ric-something? he is hot. and i mean you hot.”

i raised a brow but let her tug me across the room. that is when I saw him—leaning casually against the high table, a beer in hand, dark curls tucked under a backwards cap, and a grin that could knock the wind out of a girl. his eyes landed on me, and just like that, the world quieted down.

“so,” he said, voice warm and playful, “you’re the famous country girl I keep hearing about?”

i smirked, folding my arms. “depends who’s talkin’.”

“but i do write songs, wrangle cattle, and wake up before the sun. so yeah—i am the real deal.”

he laughed, leaning against the high-top table with his full attention on me. “i am starting to think chase undersold you. he said you were a superstar, but I didn’t know you were also intimidating.”

“Intimidating?” i raised an eyebrow.

“in a good way.” He grinned wider. “you’ve got that don’t-mess-with-me energy. it’s kind of hot.”

i chuckled and took a sip of my beer, letting the taste linger. “and what about you? besides driving fast and looking smug?”

“retired from formula 1. which, i’ll admit, sounds more dramatic than it actually is.” he gave a playful shrug. “now I’m traveling, breathing again, trying to find out what it feels like to slow down. wouldn’t mind a little country adventure.”

i couldn’t help the smile creeping onto my face. “and what’s your first impression of texas?”

“well,” he said, stepping just a little closer, “so far, it smells like barbecue, sounds like heaven, and looks…” his eyes swept over me in a way that wasn’t rude, just appreciative. “like trouble.”

i laughed, shaking my head. “you’re smooth, ricciardo.”

he leaned in, resting his elbows on the table between us. “nah. i’m just honest. i’ve been in fast cars, wild cities, private jets—but i have never met a girl in dusty boots and a wrangler shirt who looks like she could outshoot me and out-sing me on the same day.”

i tilted my head, feeling the tug of interest deepen. “that’s because we’re a rare breed. texas girls aren’t just cute—we’re a little dangerous.”

“oh, i believe that,” he said, eyes flicking to my lips and back. “and what’s the protocol for a guy like me? should i be scared or intrigued?”

i leaned forward, just enough to narrow the space between us. “depends. can you two-step? ever bailed hay? know how to fix a fence line?”

he held up his hands. “alright, might be out of my league here.”

“thought so,” i smirked, turning toward the bar. “you are just a city boy in cowboy boots.”

“but I am willing to learn,” he added, stepping beside me. “if you’re the one teaching.”

that caught me off guard—and for the first time tonight, I didn’t have a comeback. his eyes had gone a little softer, his smile less cocky, more sincere. he wasn’t just flirting anymore; he was curious.

“okay,” i said after a beat. “tomorrow morning. come out to the farm. i will put you to work and we’ll see what you’re made of.”

his grin widened. “is that a date or a threat?”

i tossed him a wink. “that’s just texas hospitality, baby.”

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the texas sun was already peeking over the horizon when i pulled my hair into a low braid and laced up my worn work boots. the sky was streaked with gold and pink, the kind of sunrise you could feel in your chest. i had half a mind to think he wouldn’t show. guys like him—used to race cars and champagne—didn’t exactly mix with dirt and sweat. but then, a cloud of dust rolled up the gravel road, and a sleek black truck pulled into the drive. i leaned against the fence, arms crossed, fighting the grin tugging at my mouth.

the door opened, and daniel stepped out in a pair of brand-new jeans that still had the store creases, a white tee, and—god help him—clean boots. spotless. i bit my lip.

“well, look at you,” i called. “did you google ‘farm clothes’ before you got here?”

he looked down at himself, then back up with a sheepish smile. “i might have asked the guy at the western wear store for help.”

“that’s cute,” I said, pushing off the fence. “you ready to get dirty, city boy?”

he smirked, walking toward me with that same easy confidence. “that’s why I’m here, cowgirl. show me the ropes.”

i handed him a pair of gloves and led him to the barn. it wasn’t long before i had him helping me muck stalls and haul feed. i kept waiting for him to complain, to quit, to check his phone—but he didn’t. he asked questions, joked around, and worked up a sweat without losing that grin.

at one point, while brushing down my mare, he turned to me and asked, “so this is your everyday? this quiet, this real?”

i nodded. “this is where i write. where i breathe. the songs don’t come from studios—they come from mornings like this.”

he looked around, a little awestruck. “i spent years chasing noise. never realized how much i missed quiet until now.”

i watched him for a second—shirt sticking to his back, a smear of dirt on his cheek, and hair curling under his cap—and something about it made my heart tug in my chest.

“you ever ridden a horse?” i asked, tossing him a saddle blanket.

“not since i was a kid,” he admitted, adjusting his grip. “but i have driven cars at 200 mph—i can probably handle four legs.”

“don’t get cocky,” i said, laughing. “horses have a way of humbling you real fast.”

we saddled up, and i took him out to the ridge behind the barn. the land stretched for miles—open and wild, with wildflowers blooming along the fence lines.

he rode beside me, posture a little awkward, but trying. “alright,” he said, glancing over, “i get it now. why you’d never leave this.”

i smiled at him, the wind catching strands of my hair. “told you. it is not about the fame, not really. it is about peace. and purpose.”

daniel looked at me, serious for a beat. “and maybe… a little flirtation with a stubborn country girl?”

i laughed and nudged my horse into a trot. “that depends. you planning on sticking around, ricciardo?”

he caught up easily, eyes shining. “if you let me.”

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by the time the sun slipped below the horizon, the sky had turned a deep violet, and the heat of the day finally gave way to a soft breeze. i had thrown together a small firepit in the backyard—nothing fancy, just some split logs, a couple folding chairs, and the stars overhead doing their thing.

daniel was still here.

i hadn’t expected him to stay after the ride, but he didn’t seem in a rush. instead, he helped me turn the horses out, fed the dogs, and then followed me around the kitchen like he’d lived here his whole life, trying to “help” make dinner. ended up in burnt cornbread and beer for dinner.

now, he sat across from me by the fire, his boots stretched out in front of him, a beer in one hand, the other resting behind his head like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“you weren’t lying about the stars,” he said, glancing up. “you don’t get skies like this in monaco.”

i looked at him through the flickering glow. “told you. texas doesn’t pretend to be something it’s not.”

he turned his head to me slowly, eyes catching the light just enough to make my heart stutter.

“neither do you,” he said quietly.

i took a slow sip of my beer to cover the way my stomach was flipping.

“you surprised me today,” i admitted.

he smirked. “yeah? how so?”

“didn’t think you’d last more than ten minutes in the barn. didn’t think you’d actually listen.”

he leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees. “when i like something… or someone… i tend to stick around.”

ny breath caught just a little, but i tried to play it cool.

“dangerous game, danny. flirting with a country girl under the stars? that’s how people end up in songs.”

he grinned, slow and shameless. “good. maybe i will finally get a verse.”

silence settled between us, thick and warm. he stood up then, took a few steps closer, and held out a hand. “c’mon.”

i raised an eyebrow. “what for?”

he just smiled, “dance with me.”

there wasn’t any music. just crickets and the crackle of firewood. but i took his hand anyway and let him pull me to my feet. his other hand settled lightly on my waist, and we swayed barefoot in the dirt like two fools who didn’t need a reason.

“you always this smooth?” i murmured.

he leaned down, eyes never leaving mine. “only when it matters.”

and just like that, his lips brushed mine—soft at first, like a question. i answered with a hand to his chest, tilting up into him as his other hand slid around my back, pulling me closer. the kiss deepened, slow and warm and patient, like we had all the time in the world.

when we finally broke apart, his forehead rested against mine.

i smiled, breathless. “you taste like trouble.”

he laughed, low and quiet. “good. then i am exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

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danielricciardo

austin, texas 📍

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the smell of wine, candle wax, and texas heat hung in the air as i stood behind the stage curtain, trying to calm the nerves buzzing in my chest. i could hear the murmur of the crowd—laughter, clinking glasses, music floating under it all—and somewhere out there, i knew daniel was working the room, probably making people laugh with that easy charm of his. he had no idea i was here.

i’d been planning this for a few weeks now, ever since he started talking nonstop about the enchantè event in austin. how important it was to him. how proud he was of what he’d created. the more he talked, the more i knew I had to be part of it—even just for a moment. the stage manager gave me a nod. my heart jumped.

“alright, folks,” someone said over the mic. “we’ve got a surprise tonight. straight from a texas front porch to this beautiful evening—please welcome a special guest.”

i took a breath, walked out into the warm glow of the spotlight, and immediately scanned the crowd.

it didn’t take long to find him. daniel was standing near the front, wine glass in hand, mid-laugh—until his eyes landed on me.

hiss smile froze, turned slow and stunned. i could see the recognition settle in his chest like a spark. he shook his head slightly, and i swore i saw him mouth, no way.

i sat on the stool, adjusted the mic, and let my fingers fall into a familiar rhythm on the strings.

“hey y’all. i thought i’d come out tonight and sing you a few new songs and help to give danny a true austin welcome” i said, smirking.

cheers rippled through the crowd. daniel ran a hand over his face, smiling so wide I thought his cheeks might ache. and then i started to sing.

the first song was slow—something soft and stripped back, the kind of melody that felt like open roads and staying up too late talking about nothing. then another—this one unreleased. one i wrote on a quiet morning after he left his hoodie draped over my kitchen chair, smelling like sunshine and something that scared me in all the best ways.

when i finished, the crowd clapped, whooped, and raised their glasses, but my eyes were locked on his. he didn’t even try to hide how he was looking at me.

like i was the only thing in the room.

i stepped off stage and barely had time to breathe before he was there. he set his glass down, wrapped one arm around my waist, and touched the back of my neck like he couldn’t believe i was real.

“you showed up,” he said, eyes soft and shining.

“you always said i never let you be the one surprised,” i whispered. “figured it was time.”

he kissed me before i could say another word. right there, in front of everyone, like the world had shrunk to just the two of us and whatever magic we’d stirred into the air.

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yourusername : had to come out and give @/danielricciardo and @/enchante a warm welcome to austin:)

ps i sang two songs that i wrote for none other than @/postmalone’s amazing new country album which i happen to be featured on! check it out 😇

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danielricciardo : never felt more welcome than when a pretty southern belle is serenading me

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yourusername : COTAAAA!!!! had so much fun performing alongside my beautiful @/dcc girls 🦋

danny finally got to show me around and i got to see my beloved @/lilymhe again😇

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danielricciardo : love you to the moon and back my sweet

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[iriskillz]

Your name - iriskillz

roommate!hamzah (smut)

his left hand stroked up and down his cock as he layed back and panted

“fuckkk” he moaned out loud

hamzah thought you had left the house since it was so quiet so he decided to be as loud as he wanted

sweat dribbles down his temple as he pumps his cock with his hand

and every time he feels close he teases his tip with the palm of his hand

“holy fuck!” he screams out as he squeezes his eyes together still edging himself

although you heard all of this from your room you tried your best to ignore the fact it was turning you on

that was until

“fuck y/n! you’re so beautiful” he moaned out your name so loudly

you were shocked, you never knew hamzah saw you that way

you had always wanted hamzah but you didn’t want to make it weird since he was your roommate but after hearing him call out your name you had, had enough and needed him more than ever

as you walk over to his bedroom you see his door is slightly cracked open

peaking in

you see him propped up on his bed stroking at his cock with his eyes closed

you don’t move but instead stay and watch

the boy pumps faster, you could tell he was about to cum

“mmh fuckk” he’s moaning out still not knowing you’re home or watching

you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter every second

he started to tease his tip again and that’s when he opened his eyes and seen you peaking into his room

“oh shit” he said as he pulled his blanket over his bare body

“y-you were home.? this whole time?” he spoke quietly sounding embarrassed

“y-yeah” you said under your breath

“look this is weird i’m sorry” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck

you didn’t hear a word he said because you couldn’t stop staring at his erection through his blanket

“d-do you need help.?” you asked politely

“what?” he replied seeming shocked

“do you want me to help you.. with that” you said as you pointed at his erection

he looked at you in the eye and just nodded

you walk over to him and pull him to the edge of the bed and insert your body in between his legs

grabbing at his cock with one hand slowly pumping it up and down, watching the pre-cum dribble out

you hear him start to whimper and groan, making you want to hear more of him

you start to lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, swirling your tongue around his tip making him clench onto his bed sheets

you then insert his cock into your mouth and start to bob your head up and down his length

“yeah, just like that” he praised

hearing him say those words made you move to just sucking his tip while your hands stroked the base of his cock

hamzah threw his head back moaning uncontrollably

you could tell he was about to cum, but you didn’t let him

right as he was about to climax you stopped to catch your breath

but he needed this, badly

he then grabbed your head and slammed your head right onto his cock making you deep throat him

you started to choke a little but the moans and whimpers he was letting out made it worth it

hamzah was so close but needed more

he then started to thrust up into your throat as he pushed your head down with it

you couldn’t breathe at that point but you knew you were making hamzah feel good so you didn’t mind

“fuckkk y/n! your so good” he moaned out as he threw his head back and reached his climax

you felt the white steamy strings of cum fly to the back of your throat and mouth

he then let go of your head

you then did one last bob on his cock before you let it slide out of your mouth and show him your tongue and mouth full of his cum

“swallow it” he said with a low tone

you swallowed it all and showed him your mouth once again

“good girl”

xo iris

just a lil blurb of thought i did to hold u guys off until i make 3 nights! lol hope u guys like it

[postredevainilla]

US WHEN? p3 of the ":3 with benefits" series

pairing: college aged loser yuuta x college aged lesser loser freader

summary: he sends the wrong porn. you get off anyway and make yuuta give you the lay you deserved the first time around. fluff ensues.

cw: explicit smut, gooner tendencies, overstimulation, begging, soft dom/sub dynamics, excessive oral/fingering, cum kink, mildly unhinged Yuuta, praise, consent-focused, riding, overstimulation, cumplay, praise kink, emotional vulnerability, accidental love confession, reader takes control, subby!Yuuta, crying (of pleasure), aftercare themes

it’s been about a week and a half since you and yuuta accidentally fell into… whatever this is.

no label. no discussion. just doujinshi trades, anime binges, and overpriced ramen from the same spot that knows both your orders by heart now. you’ve started slipping into each other's dorms like it’s second nature—sometimes with drinks, sometimes with boba, once with a usb drive full of bl that was questionably legal to obtain.

the weird part? he never brings up the hookup. not even once. it's like that night never happened—like you imagined the whole thing, the ceiling posters, the way he manhandled your tits like they were made of mochi. he doesn’t even try to touch you again. no sleazy comments, no “remember when i folded you like origami?”, just anime and awkward blushes and your favorite matcha drink waiting for you outside after your monday lecture.

which is exactly why you’re caught so off guard when he sends… that.

you’re lying in bed, lights off, texting links back and forth like usual.

yuuta 🤷‍♂️ oh maybe you’ve heard of this one, i saw it on twitter the other day and bookmarked it to send to you!!

you open the link.

it is not a doujinshi.

it's a video. grainy, reposted from some twitter porn account. a girl is straddling a guy on a couch, kissing him slow, deep. his hands slip down her pajama pants, and her moans—soft and a little whiny—fill the room.

you jolt. clutch your phone like it burned you. your dorm is silent except for the breathy, intimate audio playing from your screen. thank god you have a single.

your hand hovers over the keyboard.

um, i don’t think this is what you meant to send

you hit send.

the response comes in immediately.

yuuta 🤷‍♂️  OH MY GOD I DIDNT MEAN TO SEND THAT I MEAN I MEANT TO SEND PORN BUT NOT THAT KIND OF PORN IM SO SORRY

your phone buzzes again.

yuuta 🤷‍♂️ i’m so sorry i promise i wasn’t being gross i had like 3 tabs open and twitter is evil and i didn’t mean to be weird i’m so sorry you’re so cool i swear i didn’t mean—

you stop reading after that.

because unfortunately, you’re not mad.

you're horny.

your cheeks are warm, your thighs pressed together, and somehow—without even thinking—your hand is already slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. it’s instinctive at this point. the video’s still playing, and even though it’s not super explicit, it’s intimate in a way that makes you ache.

you imagine yuuta’s hands instead. his voice. the way he looked when he said your name last time, all fucked-out and breathless like it broke him a little. you remember the weight of him on top of you, the way he stared at your chest like it was holy.

ten minutes pass.

your breathing's slowed. your head's clearer. your phone’s still lighting up with apology texts.

you scroll down. you bite your lip nervous.

you type:

us when?

there’s a beat of silence.

then:

yuuta 🤷‍♂️ wait are you serious like actually serious? is this a bit or are you like asking fr

you grin, staring at the screen, the afterglow still humming in your blood. you don't reply right away.

you like letting him sweat.

yuuta’s typing. then stopping. then typing again.

poor guy’s probably pacing a hole into his dorm carpet.

finally, a new bubble pops up:

yuuta 🤷‍♂️ do you want me to come over

you smirk.

yes also can u bring that strawberry matcha too btw

there’s a solid minute where nothing comes through.

then:

yuuta 🤷‍♂️ On my way! rn

. . .

fifteen minutes later, there’s a knock at your dorm.

you open it to find yuuta standing there, disheveled as ever, hoodie thrown over some wrinkled t-shirt, hair a mess like he didn’t even look in the mirror before running over. his hand is shaking a little as he holds out the drink.

“uh… hi.”

you take the matcha and sip casually, eyes not leaving his.

“you ran, didn’t you?”

“i didn’t wanna make you wait—”

he trails off. his eyes flicker down your body. you're wearing sleep shorts and an oversized tee, nothing crazy, but something shifts in his expression anyway. that glassy look you remember from the dorm. the one that led to your legs being shoved behind your ears while he moaned something embarrassing into your neck.

you step aside.

“come in.”

the tension is palpable.

he sits at the edge of your bed like he’s not sure he’s allowed to exist in your room. you sit across from him, sipping your matcha slowly. his leg bounces. he keeps opening his mouth like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out.

so you say it first.

“you watch that video after you sent it to me?”

yuuta chokes on air.

“i—i mean—”

“because i did.”

he stares at you, eyes wide, lips parted.

“like… while you were apologizing.”

you take another slow sip. it’s petty. it’s cruel. it’s also very deserved.

yuuta makes a strangled sound and covers his face with his hands.

“i thought i scared you off,” he mumbles behind them.

“nah,” you say, standing up and walking over to him. “you just made me really, really horny.”

his eyes snap to yours.

you take his drink from his hands, set it on the desk, and straddle him like it’s the most casual thing in the world. he freezes.

“still scared?”

he shakes his head, dumbly.

“good.”

you lean in, slow and deliberate, until your lips are just brushing his.

“then shut up and kiss me right this time.”

he does. a little clumsily at first, then like he’s been waiting to for weeks. like he’s been jerking off to the memory of your moans since the last time, and maybe he has.

you grind down against him, and he groans into your mouth, hands finding your waist like they remember how to hold you. like his body never forgot. you’re not sure where this leaves either of you—but you know where it’s going tonight.

and you’re not stopping him.

not when he’s already whispering, voice shaking:

“can i touch you again? please?”

before you can answer his hands are all over you the second you straddle him. nervous at first, then desperate. like he can’t believe you’re letting him touch you again. like he’s still scared he’ll wake up and realize this was just another post-nut hallucination.

you pull back, catching your breath, and say:

“you remember what happened last time?”

he pauses. swallows.

“y-yeah.”

“yeah?” you echo, tilting your head. “you remember how you came? like… a lot?”

he nods quickly, wide-eyed. definitely still picturing it.

“and i didn’t.”

that lands like a punch to the chest. yuuta immediately looks like you just kicked his cat.

“oh my god. i’m so sorry—i thought—i mean, i wasn’t trying to be a selfish dick i just—fuck—i’m—”

you press your fingers against his mouth to shut him up.

“relax. you’re gonna make it up to me, right?”

he nods, again. this time slower. eyes heavy-lidded.

you lean close, lips brushing his ear.

“good. because you’re not gonna stop until i cum all over your pretty face.”

he’s on his knees within seconds.

dragging your shorts down slow like he’s unwrapping something sacred. he kisses up your thighs, murmuring praises between each one:

“so pretty…” “so warm…” “i missed this. i missed you.”

you thread your fingers through his hair and pull—just to hear him whimper. his breath hitches, but he doesn’t complain. he just flattens his tongue against your slit, slow and messy, like he’s savoring the taste.

his hands are wrapped around your thighs, keeping you pinned to the edge of the bed. you gasp when he starts to moan into your pussy, like he’s the one getting off on it.

“god, yuuta—”

he pulls back just enough to pant:

“i could do this forever. please—lemme make you cum. i want it so bad.”

then he dives back in.

his tongue circles your clit just right, obscene and wet, while two fingers curl up inside you with a desperation that has nothing to do with experience and everything to do with obsession.

he’s gone. lost in it. gooner-mode fully activated.

you’re grinding down against his face without even realizing it, his name falling from your lips over and over while he chases every twitch of your body like it’s gospel.

“f-fuck, yuuta—fuck—don’t stop, don’t stop—”

you cum hard. shaking. hands buried in his hair.

he doesn't stop.

doesn’t even slow down.

he keeps going like a man possessed—fingers still working you open, tongue still lapping you up, moaning every time you clench around him like he’s the one getting off from it.

you squirm, overstimulated, but he just groans:

“give me another. please. just one more. i need it.”

“yuuta—fucking hell—”

“i’ll die if you don’t cum again i’m serious—i’ll pass away right here with my face in your pussy and you’ll have to explain it to the RA—”

you laugh, breathless, but then your back arches again because somehow this bastard keeps going. a second orgasm slams into you like a freight train and you cry out, thighs shaking, legs locking around his head.

he groans, almost possessive, and grinds his face against you like he’s trying to fuse with your soul.

you tug his hair hard to get him to stop. he finally pulls back, face flushed, lips shiny, eyes dazed.

“oh my god,” you gasp. “what the fuck—”

he’s still panting. still hard. you haven’t even touched him.

he looks up at you, wrecked and glistening in your juices.

“did i make it up to you?”

you grin.

“not yet.”

you smile—slow and sweet like poison in a teacup—and push him gently by the shoulders until he’s flat on your bed.

yuuta lets you climb on top like it’s the most natural thing in the world. like this is church, and you’re what he’s here to worship.

you reach between his legs, pull his sweatpants down just enough to free his dick—and fuck, he’s hard as a rock. dripping. twitching.

“god,” you whisper, wrapping your fingers around him. “you’re a mess.”

he moans like you just blessed him. the moment you start to stroke him, he’s already bucking up into your hand.

“please, please—i want it so bad, you feel so good—”

“yeah?” you murmur, hovering over him. “you want me to ride you, baby?”

“yes—fuck, please—ride me, use me, i’ll be so good—”

you don’t give him a second to think. you line him up and sink down onto him slow—too slow—because you want him to feel everything. every inch. every squeeze. every second of being inside the pussy he’s been obsessing over since the moment he saw you on his dorm bed the first time.

yuuta screams.

no exaggeration. the moment you bottom out, his whole body tenses and he chokes out a sob.

“ohmygod—oh my fucking god—”

“shh,” you tease, rocking your hips just once. “can’t tap out yet, baby. you haven’t made it up to me.”

“i—i can’t—i’m gonna cum—”

“no you’re not.”

you squeeze around him just enough to make him whimper.

“not until i say so.”

and then you ride him.

hard. slow. deep. a little inexperienced but fuck if yuuta cares.

every bounce of your hips is calculated to pull a new sound out of him. his fingers dig into your thighs, but he’s not moving—he wouldn’t dare. you’ve got him trained, gooned out and glassy-eyed, tears beading at the corners from how good you feel wrapped around his dick.

“you're so tight—you feel so good—i can’t take it, i can’t—”

“you will. you made me wait last time. so you’re gonna take it now, baby. all of it.”

he nods furiously, babbling. you’re not even sure what he’s saying anymore—something about how perfect you are, how soft, how warm, how he’d let you kill him with your pussy if you wanted. his eyes are wild, unfocused. his chest is flushed. you bounce faster.

“you close?”

“i’m gonna fucking die,” he sobs. “i love you, i love your pussy so much, i love you—”

you freeze. still fully seated on his dick.

yuuta gapes like a fish. realizes what he said.

“i—i meant your pussy—i meant—i love that—not that i—”

too late.

you lean forward, caging his face with your hands, staring right into his panicked, gooner-brained eyes.

“say it again.”

“w-what—”

“the part where you said you love me.”

he looks up at you like he’s about to cry again—but he swallows and says, small and wrecked:

“...i love you.”

“good boy.”

and then you grind down hard, making him cum so violently he sees stars. he lets out a raw groan, clutching you like you’re the last stable thing on earth as he fills you up. he’s still whimpering, still moving a little—he can’t stop even though he’s shaking from it, overstimulated beyond sense.

you stroke his hair as he pants beneath you.

“wasnt that so much better than last time?”

he nods into your chest, tears drying on his cheeks.

“i don’t even remember what day it is.”

. . .

your dormroom is quiet now.

yuuta’s breathing has finally evened out, and the weird porno twitter tab is mercifully closed. he’s curled up beside you, arms around your waist, cheek resting against your chest like he needs skin-to-skin to recharge his serotonin levels.

he’s still pink all over. hair damp with sweat. you could honestly say he looks adorable—if he weren’t also the same guy who had just begged to die in your pussy less than ten minutes ago.

you stroke his hair idly, your legs still tangled together.

“you okay?” you ask, softly.

he nods. doesn’t lift his head.

“that was so good,” he mumbles. “like… top 3 moments of my life.”

“only top 3?”

“okay fine. top 1. easily.”

you laugh, and yuuta finally looks up at you. eyes big. earnest.

he opens his mouth, then shuts it again. then opens it again.

“hey… um.”

you blink. “yeah?”

“can i ask you something?”

you raise an eyebrow. “you’re not about to ask if you can eat me out again, right? because i need, like, a hydration break and—”

“no—! i mean—yes eventually—but not what i was gonna say right now!”

you grin. “then what?”

he looks nervous. ridiculously nervous. like he’s about to propose in front of a stadium.

“do you wanna be… y’know…”

“yuuta.”

“...my girlfriend?”

it’s rushed and soft and kind of embarrassing, and he says it while looking down at your comforter like he expects it to swallow him whole if you say no.

you blink.

then grin.

“yeah. i do.”

his head snaps up.

“wait seriously?”

“yes, seriously. you’re cute. you bring me matcha. and your dick isn't half bad, that’s boyfriend material.”

yuuta looks like his soul just left his body in relief. he buries his face back in your chest, groaning.

“oh thank god. i was gonna ask earlier but i was scared you only saw me as, like… your doujinshi plug with benefits.”

“oh, i do see you as that. you’re just also my boyfriend now.”

he groans louder, cuddling closer.

“i can’t believe i get to call you my girlfriend,” he mumbles.

you kiss the top of his head.

“i can’t believe i let a man who unironically uses emoticons hit it raw, but here we are.”

yuuta giggles—actual, giggles—and you both lie there a little longer, wrapped in each other and the gross knowledge that, yeah… this started with a horny hinge match.

but it might just end in love.

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[lvrsturniolo]

I miss you -c.s

WARNINGS: emotional manipulation. toxic relationship. unresolved angst. mourning a friendship.

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You never imagined a day would come when Chris Sturniolo didn’t know what was going on in your life.

You used to talk every day. Inside jokes, blurry FaceTime screenshots, giggles in the back of quiet classrooms eighth grade year. He’d send photos of his cat at midnight just to say thinking of you, because he knew how much you loved her, and you’d answer with a selfie in his hoodie captioned “MY BABYYY:((”

But that was before Darby.

Now Chris is just a ghost in your camera roll. A quiet ache every time your phone lights up and it’s not him.

Because it hasn’t been him in months.

Because you blocked him.

Because Darby made you.

“You know he likes you, right?” Darby said once, arms crossed as you sat beside him in the cafeteria.

You had laughed. “Chris? He’s been my best friend since forever.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

You paused. “Even if he did… so what? It’s not like that.”

Darby leaned in. “Yeah, well, I don’t want my girl entertaining guys who want her. Especially not ones who talk to her at 2 in the morning like they’ve got a shot.”

That should’ve been the red flag.

But it wasn’t.

You liked the attention. You liked feeling chosen. And you didn’t want to fight.

So, later that night, you blocked Chris on everything.

Didn’t explain.

Didn’t say goodbye.

Just disappeared.

Now you sit alone on the edge of your bed, phone in hand, thumb hovering over the blocked list.

Chris’s name stares back at you like a wound you never let heal.

You’ve typed his name into Instagram more times than you can count. You’ve visited his TikTok from a fake account just to see if he’s smiling. You’ve replayed a voicemail from him last year on your birthday, the one where he told you he hoped your cake was as sweet as you always were.

But you never reached out.

Because Darby checks your phone. Because he still makes comments. Because somewhere along the way, you started measuring your decisions by how mad he might get.

And now?

Now you’re scared you ruined the only friendship that ever felt real.

Chris doesn’t try to contact you anymore.

Not through mutual friends. Not in the halls. Not even a glance across the parking lot.

Like you never existed.

And maybe, you deserve that.

The last time you saw him, really saw him, it was in the courtyard outside gym. You were walking with Darby, his hand gripping yours like a trophy. Chris stood by the vending machines, headphones around his neck, hoodie zipped halfway, just watching.

He didn’t say a word.

Didn’t try to wave.

He just looked away.

Like it hurt too much.

The guilt chews at you in pieces. During math. In the back row of chemistry. While Darby texts you things like u better not be talking to anyone else and you’d be nothing without me anyway.

And maybe that’s what scares you.

Because part of you believes it now.

And the only person who ever made you feel like more than enough?

You pushed him away.

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A/N; sorry this is sad guys, just been missing an old friend. (this story was NOT about Chris Sturniolo)

[flwrkisses]

party 4 u — sim jaeyun.

in which you throw a party to finally get the attention of your crush sim jake and it doesn't go exactly as planned. (inspired by: party 4 u by charli xcx.)

genre: fluff. college au. jake x reader.

word count: 1.9k (english)

warnings: y/n gets really drunk. mentions of alcohol and other substances. slightly suggestive topics. college house party setting.

Usually, on a Thursday night, you'd be in bed by eight, reading a good romance novel and already drifting off to sleep by nine, ready to wake up for work the next day. The routine was mundane, but it was something you desperately needed after a draining week of school to keep yourself sane.

But last week was different.

At eight o’clock that Thursday night, you weren’t tucked into bed reading about dragon shifters and elven lovers destined to live happily ever after. Instead, you were standing in your parents' empty house, red Solo cup in hand, waiting for guests to trickle into your end-of-year party.

You weren’t the party type—and never had been. Throughout your two years at university, you’d been invited to plenty of parties but always managed to come up with an excuse not to go. It wasn’t about the hosts or their guests; you just preferred your own company. And there was nothing wrong with that.

So what changed? What made the happily solitary bookworm suddenly ditch the novels to throw a house party while their parents were away on a short vacation?

That’s exactly what went through all your close friends’ minds when they got your text inviting them over—and encouraging them to spread the word.

You’d never admit the real reason you threw that party. In fact, it was something you swore you'd take to your grave. You offered different explanations when asked, your most-used one being, “We should celebrate the end of the semester.” But deep down, you knew your friends weren’t fully convinced.

The real reason?

Jake.

Sim Jake. The upperclassman social butterfly you'd been dying to talk to for the past year.

Ever since you first saw him in the back row of your world history lecture, you couldn’t stop thinking about him—his sweet smile, gentle eyes, perfectly tousled hair, and soft laugh that you occasionally heard from that back corner. It drove you crazy. But you were always too shy to approach him. He seemed effortlessly friendly with everyone, and that only made him more intimidating. You never managed to say a single word to him in the five months you shared that class.

And as if to torment you, you started seeing him everywhere on campus, even after the new semester began. It was like the universe had placed Jake in your path just to mock your shyness. But he’d never know you existed unless you made yourself known.

So you threw a party.

Jake loved parties. You’d overheard him saying so to his friends once. And if invited, he almost always showed up. Was it a little pathetic? Maybe. But you would never admit he was the true reason you found yourself sitting on the couch at 8 p.m. on a Thursday night, watching your friends arrive for what was supposedly just a casual get-together.

Your friend group wasn’t huge—five people at most—but they never let you down. You gave them a time and place, and they showed up, some even bringing partners, roommates, or siblings to help fill the space. You were grateful. Still, you couldn’t stop glancing at the front door, hoping Jake would walk in.

Nine passed. Then ten. You didn’t really know when people usually showed up to parties, but the clock ticking only made you more anxious.

"You seem tense," Sunoo noted, concern creasing his brow. “Are you... alright?”

Kim Sunoo had been your best friend since your first year. Wherever you were, he wasn’t far behind. He was also the only one who knew about your little obsession with Jake—and fortunately, Sunoo actually knew him pretty well.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm okay," you sighed, mixing yourself a drink in the kitchen. You weren’t much of a drinker, but you needed something to take the edge off.

"Waiting on someone?" he asked, a knowing, playful smile tugging at his lips.

"What?—No, no... I just thought more people would come. This is kind of a lame excuse for a party," you mumbled, clutching your cup.

Sunoo rolled his eyes and shook his head. "It's early. People will come, I promise."

Then he disappeared back into the crowd, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

What if word hadn’t reached Jake? What if he didn’t even know this party existed? Maybe you should’ve just talked to him instead of orchestrating this elaborate plan.

You kept drinking to quiet your spiraling thoughts. A rum and Coke here and there wouldn’t kill you—until the rum ran out. Then you switched to vodka. Then white wine. By 11:30 p.m., your house was packed with students dancing, drinking, smoking—and there you were, too, caught in the chaos, trying to lose yourself in the music.

That’s when you saw him.

The guy you’d tried to drink out of your system walked through the front door with his signature sweet smile. "Jake," you muttered to yourself as he greeted his friends.

Your stomach churned. In hindsight, it was probably just nerves, but at the time you blamed the alcohol. You wanted to talk to him—desperately—but your feet felt like they were glued to the floor. And then you saw her.

A petite brunette practically glued to his arm.

He introduced her around, grinning proudly each time someone said hello or struck up a conversation with her. You felt your heart sink. All of this—for nothing. Though you didn’t say it out loud, the pang in your chest was impossible to ignore.

It was obvious to Sunoo and the others what the night had really been about. You felt embarrassed, even foolish. And really, you had no one to blame but yourself. You'd built up an imaginary version of Jake based on a few glimpses and a semester-long crush.

Of course he had a girlfriend. Why hadn’t you considered that?

The wave of humiliation hit you like a freight train. You felt like everyone was watching, laughing, even if they weren’t. So you walked out into the quieter backyard and collapsed into a lawn chair, head in your hands.

Sober, you might’ve brushed it off. But drunk, with emotions running high? You couldn’t stop yourself from spiraling. You threw a party for a guy who didn’t even know your name. Worse, for someone who might never be interested in you at all.

Pathetic. “Pick me” behavior. That’s what your mind screamed as you sat there, fighting tears like a 12-year-old who’d just been rejected for the first time.

"Hey, you alright?" a soft voice asked behind you.

"I'm perfectly fine," you snapped, annoyed and clearly not in the mood.

The voice chuckled gently, and you heard the creak of a chair beside you. “Ouch.”

The voice was familiar—light, airy, laced with an Australian twang.

"I'm not having the best time either, y’know," he added with a chuckle.

You finally looked up—and there he was. Jake. Sitting beside you with a soft smile.

This wasn’t fair. You looked like a wreck—puffy eyes, messy hair, and reeking of vodka—while he sat there looking absolutely perfect.

"I doubt that. I'm having the worst night of my life," you muttered, leaning back in your seat with a huff.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked, tilting his head like a curious golden retriever.

It was too cute. So cute, you groaned and covered your face again.

"You don’t even know my name. Why the hell would I say anything to you?"

Jake just laughed.

"What makes you think that?" he asked, turning his chair to face you.

You scoffed. "Because I’ve been too scared to talk to you! Ugh!"

You pulled your hands through your hair in frustration and then... you exploded.

"I—God, I hate parties! I hate drinking—this shouldn’t be happening! I threw this stupid party hoping Sunoo or someone would invite you! It’s so pathetic and weird! I’m a freak! And it doesn’t even matter because you brought your girlfriend, so I did all this for nothing because I’m a goddamn idiot! Of course the world works like that. I’m insane to think a party and some gross drinks would give me the guts to talk to you. I thought this was my l—"

"She’s not my girlfriend."

"...Huh?"

"She’s not my girlfriend. She’s my cousin."

Your face turned bright red. You looked down at the ground, trying to compose yourself.

"Her name’s Laura. She just started at uni, and I promised I’d help her meet people."

You exhaled a breath of sheer embarrassment. "I’m sorry," you mumbled.

He caught your apology but didn’t say anything right away.

Then, after a beat: "Did you really throw this party just to talk to me?"

You groaned and nodded. "Yeah. And I’m drunk as hell, so don’t say anything mean or I’ll cry."

Jake chuckled. “I wasn’t going to. I think it’s kinda sweet.”

Then he added, "And I do know your name. It’s Y/N. We took World History together—you did that presentation on Greece.”

Your eyes widened.

You’d thought he never even noticed you. But he had. More than you realized.

"That presentation was a mess," you muttered.

"I liked it. It’s just scary giving presentations, especially if you’re shy."

You tilted your head in surprise.

"I might be wrong," he said, “but a few times, it looked like you were gonna say something to me—but you kept walking. I figured you were just shy.”

He paused.

"I can be a lot. I didn’t want to catch you off guard, but every time, I kinda hoped you’d say something.”

Your jaw practically dropped. "No way..."

"Yes way."

He smiled.

“When Sunoo told me you were throwing a party, I knew I had to come.”

You blinked at him, dumbfounded. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, “We should go out sometime... if you want—I mean, we don’t have to, and you might be busy—"

"Are you asking me on a date?" Jake interrupted with a grin.

You nodded.

"I’d like that a lot,” he said. “If you’re free tomorrow, I know a great pizza place.”

"Really?" you asked, still unsure if this was real life.

"Yeah, really. Though, let’s be honest—you probably won’t remember much of this tomorrow," he laughed. “It’s alright though. I’ll just have to ask you out in the morning.”

And he did.

Not only did Jake stay late to help clean up the mess, but he showed up early the next morning—armed with Gatorade, aspirin, and a second chance to keep his promise.

©flwrkisses ; please do not copy, translate, repost and/or reuse my work without my permission. (2025)

masterlist. — read my other works!

first post in a really long time, hope you guys enjoyed! I have a couple ideas for more oneshots in the future and actually have a couple of requests i will be working on soon now that school has ended for me!

[starspangledsteeve]

YOU’LL NEVER GET AWAY FROM THE SOUND OF THE WORLD WOMAN WHO LOVES YOU (was i just a fool?) I’LL FOLLOW YOU DOWN ‘TILL THE SOUND OF MY VOICE WILL HAUNT YOU (give me just a chance) YOU’LL NEVER GET AWAY (never get away) FROM THE SOUND OF THE WOMAN WHO LOVES YOU!!

[startuxi0]

Kesha and drinks makes New Years 100% better ;)

I dont want to get too sappy on here, but finally getting to post stuff and being able find strangers and friends who also like my art has been such a wonderful experience! I can’t thank each and every one of you enough for making my year so SO much better! We hit 700 followers on here today, how fucking crazy is that? I’ve gained and lost so much this year, but being able to find a safe space in this community is something I’ll always cherish :) Live and prosper in the New Year friends <3

[mer-se]

So much of anxiety is living in both the past and future and not being present so, I’m trying to make a conscious effort to stay in the present from now on because I literally don’t actually exist anywhere else. so whats that matter - we just have right now. Constant worrying doesn’t actually alter anything. If bad, shitty stressful things are going to happen they will, there’s no control in that. Just have to live. Just have to continue, adapt and do the best you can in the moment you’re actually fucking in and keep going. Gotta go through bad stuff to get to the cool shit. There’s always good stuff coming. Either way you gotta just keep going.

so presently I’m standing in my kitchen and it’s crazy foggy outside. I have the worlds most precious cat at my feet and i’m eating warmed homemade coffee cake.

[iloveyouhoneybear]

maybe i’m too emotional but your apathy’s like a wound in salt

maybe i’m too emotional

MAYBE YOU NEVER CARED AT AAAAALLLLLLLLLLLL

[daxisyzz]

Marked What's Mine

Pairings: husband!bucky barnes × wife!reader

Summary: You can hold your own—always have. But that doesn’t stop your husband from going full Winter Soldier mode when he sees someone laid a hand on you.

Warnings: Language, injuries, soft-but-intense husband!Bucky, protective behavior, possessiveness, comfort, fluff, violence mentioned (not graphic), "who did this to you?", lots of banter.

Word count: 1.3k+

A/n: this fic is from my poll where husband au and who did this to u prompt won. I will do the enemies to lovers in my next fic. Thank you for reading <3.

Divider credits: @saradika

Night- 1:47 AM

You turned the front doorknob with all the delicacy of a trained assassin—which, to be fair, you were.

No sound. Good.

You stepped inside, sliding your shoes off silently and tiptoeing like the floorboards might narc on you. You could practically hear your heartbeat in your ears.

He’d be asleep. He had to be.

You could get to the bathroom, clean up, hide the worst of it. He didn’t have to know. You didn’t want him to worry, to spiral. Not again.

You made it three steps down the hallway.

Then— “Don’t move.”

Shit.

His voice cut through the silence, low and lethal. It came from the living room.

You closed your eyes. "Hi, honey. I'm home."

A light flipped on.

Bucky stood by the couch, arms crossed, half in shadow. The sight of him—barefoot, hoodie loose over his broad chest, hair tousled from waiting up—would’ve been comforting, if not for the look in his eyes.

His gaze traveled from your face to your arms, your ribs, where blood had started to seep through your shirt.

He didn’t say a word.

You tried to play it off. “Before you say anything, it looks worse than it is—”

His voice dropped to a whisper.

“Who did this to you?”

You exhaled slowly. “Buck—”

“Don’t. Just…” His jaw clenched. “Stay right there.”

“Bucky, it’s fine. I dodn’t even need stitches—”

“You’re bleeding.” His voice trembled with something dangerous. “You’re limping. You snuck into your own damn house like a thief because you knew I’d lose it if I saw you like this. And guess what? You were right.”

He was in front of you in three long strides.

His hands—warm, shaking—came up to cup your face, careful to avoid the bruises.

“You weren’t supposed to see me like this,” you whispered. “You’d only worry.”

“I worry when you’re five minutes late for lunch. You think this is gonna lessen that?”

“I’m not made of glass—”

“You’re made of everything I live for.”

Your breath caught.

He scanned your injuries with haunted eyes. “Who did this?”

“It’s not important.”

“It is to me.”

You sighed. “I didn’t want you to spiral. Last time you saw me with a busted lip, you threatened to drown a guy in the Hudson.”

“I should’ve.”

“Bucky—”

“Tell me his name.”

You met his eyes. “If I do, you’ll find him.”

He didn’t deny it.

“And if I don’t?” you added.

“I’ll find him anyway.”

You groaned. “You are the most dramatic man I’ve ever met.”

He lifted you into his arms like it was nothing—like you didn’t have two working legs—and carried you down the hall.

“I’m intense,” he corrected. “Not dramatic.”

“You literally brooded in the dark waiting for me to get home.”

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice? Like my wife could come home hurt and I wouldn’t feel it in my chest?”

You let out a weak laugh. “God, you’re annoying.”

“You married me, doll. That’s on you.”

Twenty Minutes Later...

You sat on the bathroom counter while Bucky dabbed antiseptic over the cuts along your ribs, his brows furrowed like each mark physically hurt him more than it hurt you.

He hadn’t stopped touching you.

Even now, his thumb rubbed soft circles into your thigh as he worked.

“Doesn’t even sting,” you said.

“That’s not the point,” he muttered, placing another bandage carefully. “You came home bleeding. You flinched when you took your shirt off. You snuck in.”

“I didn’t want to see your sad little kicked puppy face,” you teased.

He glared. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“No, you’re lucky I love you. You’re high maintenance.”

“Says the woman who took on a six-foot mercenary solo and got cracked in the jaw for it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You think I didn’t win?”

He paused. “Wait. You won?”

“Cracked three of his ribs and made him cry.”

He stared.

Then—slowly—he grinned.

“That’s my girl.”

You tried not to bask in it, but you totally basked in it.

Still, he wasn’t done.

As he finished wrapping the final gauze, he stood between your legs and stared at you like you held gravity in your hands.“I breathe for you,” he said, voice barely a whisper. “That’s it. That’s the only reason I get up in the morning.”

Your throat went tight. “Bucky—”

“You come home hurt, and it feels like the world’s off its axis. I can’t think. Can’t function. You’re not fragile, babe. You’re the strongest person I know. But the thought of losing you? I’d lose everything.”

God.

You buried your face in his chest, arms tight around him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Too late. You did. You always do.”

You looked up. “You’re a menace, you know that?”

“You love it.”

“Unfortunately.”

He grinned and kissed your forehead.

Next Day – 2:00 PM

You woke up to an empty bed and a note on the pillow:

Had to step out. Be back soon. Don’t move too much or I’ll find out and carry you around like a baby until you learn your lesson. I love you more than oxygen.

—B <3

You rolled your eyes.

And sighed.

And smiled.

He came back at sunset. Calm. Too calm.

You didn’t even have to ask.

“You found him, didn’t you?”

He dropped his jacket. “Yeah.”

“And?”

“He’s not gonna be walking straight for a while.”

“Bucky…”

“And probably won’t be talking much either.”

You stared at him.

“He’ll live. Probably,” Bucky said with a shrug. “I was nice. For the first ten seconds.”

“Jesus—”

“He laid a hand on you. You really think I wasn’t gonna rearrange his face?”

You huffed, arms crossed, but you were secretly touched. And maybe a little turned on.

“You are so dramatic.”

“No. Dramatic is you sneaking past your literal super soldier husband with blood dripping down your shirt.”

“Fine,” you muttered, walking toward him. “You win.”

He caught you easily, arms pulling you in.

“I always win, doll,” he murmured, kissing your bruised temple. “Especially when it comes to you.”

The Next Morning – 9:07 AM

Sunlight filtered lazily through the curtains, painting golden stripes over the bed where you were curled up like a cat. One leg over the sheet. A little sore. A little achy. But warm.

Bucky stirred beside you, his metal arm slung protectively over your waist.

“You awake?” you mumbled.

“Was watching you breathe,” he rasped, voice still sleep-rough. “You twitch your nose when you’re dreaming.”

“You’re creepy.”

“You married me, sweetheart. This is your fault.”

You snorted, rolling to face him, wincing a little. He was already awake, already watching you with that look. Like you were sacred. Untouchable. His.

“You hurting?” he asked immediately, shifting to sit up. “Need painkillers? Water? I can carry you to the bath—”

“Bucky.”

He blinked.

“I’m okay. It’s just a bruise, not a broken limb. Stop hovering.”

“I’m not hovering.”

“You’re three seconds from spoon-feeding me cereal.”

“…Is that an option?”

You groaned and buried your face in his chest.

“You’re insufferable.”

He chuckled, warm and smug, tucking you tighter under his chin. You stayed like that for a while. Tangled limbs. Warm sheets. His fingers trailing soft patterns on your back like he couldn’t stand not touching you.

“Don’t do that again,” he whispered finally.

You didn’t pretend to not hear it. “Okay.”

“I know you’re strong. I know you can take care of yourself. But if something happens to you—I stop breathing. You get that?”

You swallowed hard. “I get it.”

“I love you so much it makes me a little insane.”

“Only a little?”

“I toned it down for your sake.”

You giggled. “You’re cute when you’re crazy.”

“Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”

You looked up, brushed the hair from his forehead, kissed him slow.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Can’t wait to be sore for like all of spring break somehow even though it’s like two weeks after tryouts my body will still manage to do it

[gracieheartspedro]

You Really Got Me Now

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 5.2k words

description: your best friend and roommate eddie is pissing you off, per usual. his way of making you feel heard is not very conventional.

warnings: 18+ content, MDNI, no use of y/n, roommate au, lowkey pwp, best friend!eddie, reader and eddie are both in their 30s, a bit of force proximity, reader is awkward as fuck (she just like me), reader hasn't gotten dick lately, mentions of voyeurism (eddie and reader have listened to each other having sex), kind of dom!eddie, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v, lots and lots of dirty talk, eddie cums in reader.... annoying ass neighbors?

authors note: yeah i don't know. i'm just horny for this man. all of the time. thanks to lindsey @amanitacowboy who CONSISTENTLY feeds into my delusions. love u.

how to help palestine ~ dividers by @cafekitsune

He pissed you off for the fourth time today. 

You had spent most of your day doing yard work, trying to ensure the home you two shared did not look overgrown for your snooty neighbors. They already hated that there was an unmarried couple living next to them. Even worse they were not even a couple. 

Eddie and you had been friends for over a decade. When you two could not find someone to settle down with once you both turned 30, you decided to rent a house together. You were sick of living at home with your parents and everyone else around you was in love. Steve had Kira, Robin had Vicki, and well… you had Eddie. Eddie had you. But not in a romantic sense. 

That’s what you two told yourselves, at least. 

Made crystal clear years ago, you and Eddie knew your friendship meant more than some knee jerk desires. You had kissed once, and you would be lying if you said you did not enjoy it. He was tentative, kissing you like he was trying to melt all your worries away. At the time, it was a desperate attempt to distract your mind from a shitty break up and Eddie had gotten a bit too high. 

That next morning, you sat down with him and discussed boundaries. No kissing, no sex. That was the hard line, and for years, you two had kept that promise to yourselves. 

There had been moments. An evening out with friends where you two would dance all night together and when you parted to go to your separate rooms, you would linger in the hallway just staring at each other. No one ever caved because you both knew you would regret it in the morning. Or the tense nights where one of you said something to rub the other person the wrong way. Sometimes it would turn into you two apologizing in the dimly lit kitchen, hugging and swaying near the flickering oven lightbulb. 

Today was going to be one of those days for sure. Everything he did rubbed you the wrong way.

He had not done the dishes last night, deciding to stay up late and drink himself into a deep slumber. When you woke up, wrapped in your falling-apart-at-the-seams robe and saw the dishes, you wanted to throw an empty beer bottle at him. But you didn’t. You just did them and didn’t say a word.

Then there was leaving his wet clothes in the washing machine. The moment your nose got a whiff of the despicable scent of molding clothes, you slammed the top down and groaned his name. He was not even in the house, deciding as soon as he woke up that he needed to go get a pack of cigarettes from the gas station. 

Then there was him being adamant about washing his van with the hose you were trying to use to water the dying plants in the flower beds surrounding your front door. You just grit your teeth, jerking your head into a nod when he asked for it. 

Now here he is, making you mad again as you sweat all of your body weight over some weeds. 

“I’m having some of the guys over tonight for some burgers-” “No.”

He narrows his eyes at you, swatting a gnat away from his face as you place your hands on your hips. 

“Why not?”

You had a list. A big long list. The house was a disaster. The neighbors called a noise complaint last time. The grill needed propane.

This was the tipping point. “Eddie, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you in our front yard,” You blow up, throwing off your gardening gloves, “You haven’t done shit for this house in months. I am like your own little personal housewife. I am the only person in this house that keeps it nice and clean. I haven’t had a night out in months because I am using my weekends to keep up with this shithole. I haven’t had a guy over in over a year, for fucks sake! No guy wants to fuck a girl who lives with a shitty roommate who can’t even clean. I need… I need your help.” 

His demeanor shifts, his shoulders slumping a bit. You did not mean for the word vomit to come out like that. You sounded vicious, but all of it needed to come out at sometime.

“Sweetheart-” But you do not want his excuses. You wave him off, storming towards the front door and swinging open the glass door, letting it shut behind you. You needed cold A/C on your face. You were about to pass out from anger and heatstroke. Damn Indiana summers. 

Eddie launches the door open, practically chasing you down to the kitchen. You stand under a vent, tilting your face directly towards the line of air. 

“What do you need my help with?” He asks, a slight arrogance in his tone. 

You don’t even look at him. You just hum as the cold air caresses your face. “The dishes. The laundry. Fuckin’ clean a toilet-”

“And what about guys not coming over?”

You finally tilt your head over at him, confused. “Huh?”

He looks at you with this fire in his eyes that you have almost never seen before. Maybe once or twice when one of his ex girlfriend’s said something based. He did not seem angry, per se, but he seemed agitated.

He crosses his arms over his chest, covering the Metallica logo on the front of his black tank top. His arms are toned and sprawling with randomly harsh lined tattoos. You had to thank Steve for the toned muscles as he was forcing Eddie to lift weights with him twice a week. You are definitely seeing the results. 

“You said no guy wants to fuck a girl who lives with a shitty roommate,” He states plainly, leaning against the kitchen island, “How am I supposed to help you with that?”

It’s like he’s trying to hint at something. Eddie was notorious for not saying what he really wanted to say, just simply talking around the subject. 

“Let me have a night off where I’m not cleaning up after you. Maybe I can bring a guy home.”

He cocks his head to the side, pursing his lips as his eyes take you in your sweaty clothing. You had sweat dripping into places you never knew you even had. You felt better being in the air conditioning, but that did not disguise the already stained areas of the front of your oversized t-shirt and biker shorts. 

“You don’t need me to… do anything else?”

Will this be fifth time Eddie Munson pisses you off today?

“Say what you need to say, Munson,” You warn, annoyed by the creeping smile on his face. 

You watch as he uncrosses his arms, leaning forward towards you. “Do you need me to fuck you, princess? Is that what this is?”

Your jaw hits the floor at his offer.

“What? H-how are you getting that from this-” “You just need a good fuck to release all this tension. It’s written all over you.”

He has never been this bold before. It’s blowing your mind. He has never propositioned sex to you, ever. Maybe jokingly. Wait, last week he did suggest it to get rid of your period cramps-

“You have to be kiddin’ me, Munson.”

He shakes his head, dipping his head down to meet your eyes, “I’m deadly serious, princess.”

“You’re just sayin’ this to piss me off even more-”

He presses his pointer finger to your lips, shushing you immediately, “All this talk and I’m not hearing a no.”

You swat his hand away, groaning in annoyance. You gave Eddie props, he was very convincing when he wanted to be. But you knew better.

But then again, it had been a year since a guy pleased you. 

“Eddie, you know the promise we made all those years ago. No kissing. No sex,” You lean further away, your back arching over the counter. “You can’t just propose this because I am angry at you and want you to take some accountability.”

“I’m not proposing this because I wanna weasel my way out of trouble. I’m doing it because you have been so tense these last couple months, I feel like I am walking on eggshells,” He explains, tossing his hands in the air dramatically, “Just let me get it out of your system. I know it’s been a year or so.”

“How do you know?”

You were trying to find a way out. The deepest darkest secret you held in the very depths of your heart was that you did have feelings for Eddie. You have since high school. But Eddie was occupied in every place in life and you got the permanent label as friend before you even had a chance. He dated around and you were stuck secretly obsessing over him, which- whatever. It was fine. 

All his passes at you were just normal at this point. You never gave them a second thought. You were idle in the idea that it was just jokes and that he never meant it. Even when he said he would give you head to make you feel better when the last guy you dated broke up with you. Or when he told you that he liked the way your hands felt pressed against his bare chest when you helped him apply sunscreen. Or when-

Wait... Did friends usually say that to each other?

“How do I know what?” He asks, his voice wavering a bit.

You huff, “How do you know it’s been a year?”

A mischievous smile spreads across his lips, “Because the last time I heard you through the wall moaning and begging, was about March of last year. It’s currently June.”

The heat rises back to your cheeks as you stare at him wide eyed. You did not realize he was even home when you last had someone over, let alone knew he heard it all.

“Eddie! You sick bastard! You listened?!”

You go to smack his chest but he snatches your hand away, the darkness in his eyes only hinting at his intentions. 

“How can I not? You were so loud for that guy,” He almost looks jealous. Almost. 

“I-“

“Just begging for him to let you cum. Did you, sweetheart? Did you cum for that slimeball?”

Your mouth opens slightly, realizing his hand is still wrapped around your wrist. No ease in the tension around it, just white-knuckling it. 

“I don’t remember-“

“Those moans sounded too good to be true, princess. But what do I know,” He sits back against the counter again, pulling your body closer as he does, “You’ve never cum for me. Maybe you actually do sound like that.”

You really should not. You should just yank your arm away from him and mark this down as Eddie just being a perv again. But something inside you, the tension, the annoyance, the desire, is starting to burn a pit in your stomach.

“I can.”

He raises his eyebrows, pulling your wrist and hand up to his shoulder so you rest it there. You grip onto his bare shoulder, while his arm snakes around your waist. 

“You can what?”

Your mouth goes dry, unsure if you can actually mutter the words. You usually had no filter with Eddie, but right now you felt like your voice completely cut out. He looks down at you, his head tilted in curiosity. “Say it, sweetheart. You can what?”

You grit your teeth, finally submitting. 

“I could cum for you.”

He arrogantly smirks, his fingers sneaking up under your shirt, “Yeah, princess? You wanna cum for me?”

Coming from his lips, it’s like melted butter. It seems so natural, his voice dropping as he speaks such absurd things to you. You smack your lips together, almost like you are contemplating giving in. But your mind is already made up. 

Before you can even give him a taste of his own medicine, your mind slips.

“If only you make me scream like those other girls.”

Fuck. Why did you say that?

His mouth only widens, shocked at the statement. “So you were listening to me, huh? You called me a sick bastard mere moments ago when you were doing the same thing!”

Your fingers pinch his earlobe, making him flinch a bit. “Eddie, you cannot help but be loud! Neither can they!”

Your defense is weak, but you try to sound convincing. 

“Well they are screaming for a reason, sweetheart.”

You dismiss the comment for a minute, really trying to mull this idea over. Would this cost you his friendship? Was it all really worth it? 

Your nails trail down and dig into his shoulder blade, warningly. “Do you seriously want to do this?”

He shrugs, casually, like this is the most normal conversation you two have ever had. “I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get you in my bed for years. Seems like I just gotta get you all angry and hot for you to even think about it.”

The revelation deflates you a bit. You mentally slap yourself, thinking back to all the times Eddie has offered you ‘time’ with him in bed. You always took his passes as jokes, because that’s just Eddie. He’s never been serious a day in his life. 

You press your body into him more, your nose getting closer to his, “You’ve wanted this for years?”

He nudges your nose with his, playfully, “Don’t act all surprised.”

The tension is at an all time high. The moment your eyes drop to his lips, you cannot peel them away from them. You have been close to him like this before, but never with explicit intentions. Maybe just to tease him or pester him. One time to inspect a possible bug that flew into his eye. 

Eddie was your friend. Best friend. 

Why was he looking different?

He notes the way you are silent, observing the way his lips curl upward into a toothless grin. 

He shifts down, capturing your lips in a hesitant kiss, testing the waters. When the softness of his lips makes impact on your slightly dry lips, you feel self-conscious for a beat. 

That was until you felt Eddie’s other hand sneak around your waist and pull you even closer. It’s the quiet reassurance you did not even know you needed. 

You lean into it, practically falling into his chest completely. The kiss only progresses from there. Your hand cradles his neck as his hands sneak down from your waist to your ass. You had seen Eddie kiss before, but having it be done to you is a completely different experience. He’s hungry for it, but he’s also so tender and calculated with the movements. 

The groping turns into him leveraging you upward onto the countertop. He slots himself between your legs, feeling up your thighs as his tongue slips past your lips. He’s good at stimulating you in every way, your body riddled with goosebumps. You cannot help the groans leaving your throat.

“God, you’re so hot,” He grumbles between kisses. You giggle into his mouth which makes him shake his head and pull away. 

You hold his face close to yours, smiling up at his lust-blown eyes. “Never thought I’d hear you say that. Well… in this situation at least.”

“Can you just shush and let me make you feel good?” His lips trail down from your cheek peppering wet kisses to your neck, “Lemme make it up to you, sweetheart. Been a bad friend. Bad roommate.”

You roll your eyes for two reasons. One, he’s a dork. Two, his lips feel way too good on your throat.

“Make it up to me by being a good lover.”

He barks a laugh, almost too loud for the joke. “Oh, you want me to make love to you?”

“Can you just keep kissin’-”

His lips touch your collarbones and suddenly your body stiffens. You look down at his sinful expression, his lips dragging lower over your chest. His hand returns to the hem of your shirt, slowly tugging it over your head. Your ratty old sports bra was the least sexy thing you could be wearing, but Eddie eyes you like you are in lacey red lingerie with his name stitched into it. You take it upon yourself to peel the sweaty bra off, luckily the only scent you smell when you lift your arms is your antiperspirant.

“You are more perfect than I imagined,” Eddie mumbles, his hands reaching out to cup your boobs. His hands still adorned with his gaudy rings. Makes the sight even more breathtaking. 

You roll your eyes, not believing him, “You’ve seen me in a bathing-”

His head dips down, catching your nipple in his mouth. The action silences you and instead of continuing your nervous babbling, you moan out his name. He rolls your pebbled nipple between his teeth while hissing in satisfaction. You can not stop yourself from raking your fingers through his curls. 

He pulls away from your chest, pressing a quick kiss to your other tit, “I can’t do this if you continue to give me grief.”

The dig makes you blush. You were always awful when it came to dirty talk. Making it awkward was, unfortunately, your specialty. You nod sheepishly, untangling your fingers from his deep chocolate brown hair.

“I’ll shut up.”

He shakes his head, his lips finding the spot right below your ear. You can feel the smirk on his face, "No, don’t shut up. Just keep making those other pretty sounds for me, sweetheart.”

His thumbs hook around the elastic waistband of your shorts, tugging them down. You lift your hips, using his shoulders to balance yourself. You don’t expect him to have you completely naked on your kitchen counter, but the moment your underwear peel away from your cunt, you realize that the wetness between your legs is not just sweat. 

He pulls away from your neck to look at your bare body before him and the groan he lets out makes your pussy clench around nothing. His hand skips down your body, eventually groping your hips. 

“Eddie,” You hum, tilting his chin up so his eyes meet yours, “I’m very naked and you are not.”

He smiles wickedly, shaking his head, “‘Cause I ain’t fuckin’ you here, sweetheart. This is just a really good place for me to get on my knees and devour you.”

You swallow hard, watching him drop to one knee, making him eye level with your glistening cunt, “And look at how beautiful and wet she is for me. This all for me, sweet girl?”

“You’re not the only one who’s been wanting this for a while,” You admit, your eyes drooping to watch his mouth move across your inner thighs. You are a bit self-conscious, not having prepared your pussy for this kind of activity, but Eddie does not seem to mind. He admires you like a piece of art at a museum.

He flicks his tongue out of his mouth, unhurriedly moving up your slit. Once he has his first taste, that smile returns, “Mmm, there’s that confession I’ve been waiting for.”

Your mind draws a blank as he dives back in, pressing his tongue between your pussy lips. He has never looked so happy doing a task in his life, his beautifully straight teeth bared as his tongue swirls around your clit. His grip only tightens on your thighs ensuring you do not move them together. He needs you nice and wide open while he tongue fucks you. 

He becomes more eager with his movements the moment you try to brace yourself on the edge of the counter. His fingers hook down into your flesh, dragging you to the edge of the surface. He does not miss a beat while he suckles on your clit, wrapping his plump pink lips around it and slurping it like a straw. 

The knot in your stomach is tightening as you study his actions. Somehow it is like he knows your body better than you do. 

The instant he sinks his pointer and middle finger into your soaked cunt, it is game over. Your body reacts before your mind does, vibrating against his mouth and fingers. He does not slow down when you clench around him, instead, he increases his speed and ministrations. 

“Jesus, fuck, Eddie,” you whimper, surrendering to the climax. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting your mouth hang ajar as random moans escape you. Your nerve endings have never felt so electrified in your life. 

Once you feel a slight come down, Eddie comes back up for air. His lips are shiny with his own saliva and whatever escaped you when you came. 

You drop your head back, hitting the upper cabinet. 

“You didn’t even have to beg for the first one,” He grunts, getting back to his feet. He locks his arm around your knees and drags your upper half into his other arm, “But the second one, you have to ask for permission, ‘kay?”

His lips are pressed to your temple, kissing you gingerly. 

“You want me to beg, Eds?”

He chuckles darkly, carrying you princess-style across the house and to the living room. He could take you to bed, but he is not sure if that feels too intimate. You just want him inside you, not caring much where he decides to do it. 

You bounce on the worn-down couch as he drops you down, your bare ass immediately sticking to the leather. His discards his tank top and practically jumps on top of you, his hips resting between your legs. You greedily tug at his basketball shorts, begging to reveal the length behind the tented fabric. 

“Mmm, eager, are we?”

You had seen Eddie’s ass plenty of times. His shirtless frame. But never his dick. His tight pants left little to the imagination most times. But up close, pressed against your palm, you cannot help but gasp about how big he is. 

He grabs your wrist firmly, his curls dropping down his shoulders as he shakes his head, “Wanna hear you beg.”

It spills right out of your desperate mouth. “Please, Eddie.”

“Please what?”

“Let me see your cock,” Your eyes reflecting faux innocence, “Please?”

He cannot help but giggle, assisting you in getting his shorts down his tattooed legs. You had been next to him for the big one on his right thigh, an ode to his favorite Metallica album. You did not completely understand the concept, but the black ink littering his body only added to his appeal. 

His cock is even better than your mind had mocked up before. Long, slightly curved to the left, and not too thick that he may split you in half. 

You truly cannot fathom the fact that this is happening. He is willingly showing you his dick and smiling at you while you gawk. 

He is naked above you, and God is he breathtaking. The mop of curls, the broadness of his shoulders, his very slight tummy from all the beer he drinks, the works of art littering his pale skin.

Your eyes finally make their way back up to his, only to note the serious look he’s giving you. 

“What?”

His lips twitch, “Just can’t believe I finally get to do this. And that it’s real and it’s not all in my head.”

Your heart stutters. 

You lick your lips, searching every crevice of your mind for a response. He realizes that you are trying to muddle up a reply and that he has broken your brain temporarily. So instead of letting you counter his statement, he captures your lips in a bruising kiss. 

He wastes no time after that, grabbing his dick and pushing it between your slick folds. You groan into his mouth, your pussy still very sensitive from the first orgasm he gave you. Your hand snakes around the back of his neck, holding his face close to yours. 

“Eddie-“

He pushes into you before you can say anything else, a hiss whistling between his clenched teeth. 

“God damn,” He throws his head back, shaking your hand away from his neck, “You’re fuckin’ tight, princess.”

The moan that leaves your throat is a whole octave lower than your actual voice. Eddie looks down at you, the widest smile painted across his face. You feel his hips inch closer and closer to you and you realize he is not fully inside you yet. 

You take a breath, trying to relax your muscles, “Please, please, please.”

He snaps his hips forward, a dark guttural chuckle taunting you. “There she is. Beggin’.”

Eddie had changed into a completely different person. Sure, he was always picking on you, but this was a stark contrast from your silly best friend. The man above you, slowly rocking his hips inside you, was feral. His confidence only burning brighter the more you whimper for him. 

“Please, faster.”

The wet squelching noise that emits between your bodies is borderline embarrassing. You had never heard such a sound with any other man. Eddie loves it, though. The idea that you were just gushing for him is enough to send him into overdrive. 

“Yeah? You want me to go faster,” He pushes your thighs apart, spreading you wider. He wants to look at how beautiful your pussy looks stuffed full of him. “Look at that.”

You shift yourself up on your elbows, looking down at the sight he cannot peel his eyes away from. “Jesus, I cannot believe…”

You drift off, watching Eddie slowly retreat back only to sharply snap forward. Your jaw goes slack as he drives himself into you, disappearing over and over again. 

Eddie‘s eyes are now on you, watching your tits jiggle every time his cock pierces your squishy walls. 

“You really needed this, huh, princess?”

You watch as he reaches down between your bodies, swiping your clit with his thumb.

Your eyes roll back, unable to hold yourself together, “I really did, oh my god.”

Your legs stiffen and Eddie’s hands loosen up, letting you squirm and adjust yourself. Your hips burn and your mind is mush. Eddie’s erratic movements against your swollen bud and his rapidly moving hips are overstimulating, you cannot help but lock your legs around him. 

“Yeah, I can fucking feel you clenching around me,” He babbles, licking his lips, “You just take my cock so well, don’t you? Just fuckin’ made for me.”

He does not stop talking as you grunt your response. You have never seen the man so driven to get something done in your life. He wants to cum, but he wants to feel you fall apart on him even more. His words are just pouring out of him.

“Yeah? You want me to make you mine, huh? Gonna make this pussy somethin’ only I can have.“

Your eyes fly open in shock, his words ringing in your ears. You feel his dick twitch inside you, hitting the same perfect spot over and over again. “Please, please.”

“Fuck, say it, baby. Say that you’re mine.”

He is so desperate, his usual calm, cool, collected voice faltering. 

“I’m yours, Eddie.”

His thumb presses hard down on your clit, causing your hips to shift upward. The nerve endings that were ablaze before are now imploding. 

The vibration of your body catches him off guard at first, so he locks his hands on your hips. You lurch your body into a crescent shape as he continues to chase his high. A final scream rips through your body, chanting his name. 

Every snap forward was another word slipping from his practically drooling mouth. He fucked his cum deep inside you, his words bouncing off the walls.

“Yes.” “The.” “Fuck.” “You.” “Are.”

Your body goes completely limp under him the moment your high dissipates. He is panting like he just ran 10 miles as he slowly drifts to his side, positioning his nude body between your body and the back couch cushions. When his cock leaves your cunt, he dribbles cum over your mound and lower tummy. You glance down at your body, completely blissed out. 

You have never felt more appreciated in your life.

He lays his head right on your shoulder, fanning your sweaty body with his warm breath. He does not say anything, just settles next you, throwing his arm over your midsection.

You swallow, trying to regain your composure. You thought after doing something like this with Eddie, you would feel some guilt. Regret, maybe. But none of those emotions spring up.

You felt relaxed and at peace. Like you walked off the edge of a cliff and instead of landing on a rocky bottom, you landed on a sea of fluffy pillows. It was a relief. 

Your eyes fall onto his lazily smirking face, “I did really need that.”

He hums his response at first, before clearing his throat. “Yeah, I could tell. I can read you pretty well, huh?”

That’s the understatement of the century. He can read you perfectly. 

You start to reflect on every word that spilled from his lips during the entire interaction, and suddenly your stomach is in knots. You start to wonder if he really did feel those things, or if he was just lost in the moment. You almost don’t ask in fear that he will tell you something you didn’t want to hear. 

“Did you mean everything you said,” You press, your hand absentmindedly tucking some of his hair behind of his ear. His fingers dance across your flesh, eventually swirling around your collarbones.

“Yeah, ‘course.”

He says it so simply. You wanted to believe it was that easy, but there is logistical things that needed to be discussed. Feelings and thoughts that needed further explanation. 

Eddie can see that your mind is racing. Your expression gives you away every time. His mouth slowly opens to further elaborate on his response, but before he can get out a word, there’s a pounding at your front door. 

It is so sudden and loud, you both sit up from the couch. 

“Mr. Munson! You left your hose on! There’s a drought-”

You tune out the rest of the rant from your elderly neighbor because Eddie starts chuckling and rubbing his eyes. He looks down at you as the rant starts to get louder, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips before grabbing his boxers off the floor. 

“You stay there, beautiful. I’ll deal with this.”

You do as he says, the bliss he left you in after the kiss enough to hold you over until he comes crawling back on top of you. He stumbles back into his boxers, going to the front door and cracking it so he can get eyes on your neighbor. 

“Yeah, my fault, Mr. O’Connell. Had to comfort my lady because she cut herself on the shovel. I’ll be right out to shut off that hose and save the rainforest or whatever.”

You hear a scoff from behind the door, the older gentleman taken off guard. “Oh, so she’s your lady now?”

You can hear the smile that spreads across his face. “Always has been, sir.”

[fromdove]

TEXTS WITH JASON TODD ! j.todd x reader

“I’ve had bullets in me that hurt less than the thought of losing you.”

— texts with jason todd x you, no warnings

© fromdove— All rights reserved. Reposting, translation, or modification of these works is strictly prohibited, regardless of whether credit is given.

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you: you didn’t text me goodnight last night jason: i was on a rooftop bleeding. you: ok but you could’ve bled and sent a heart emoji jason: i’ll try to bleed more romantically

you: i stubbed my toe jason: do we need to kill the table you: yes jason: say less

jason: text me when you're home safely you: i am home dangerously jason: stop it you: i am home lethally jason: i will physically tie you to the bed next time dont try me

you: it’s 2am. where are you jason: working you: can you not die jason: not in the plan jason (2nd text): i’ll text when i’m heading back

you: i’m not talking to you jason: you just did you: now i’m really not jason: sends photo of the food he made you you: i hate you jason: bring a fork

jason: i saw a dog wearing a sweater and thought of you you: what??? jason: it was small and angry and had those dramatic little eyes

jason: im high and im thinking of u you: how high? jason: like missin-you-and-getting-existential high

you: some guy at the bookstore was flirting with me jason: did you flirt back you: no jason: good. jason (2nd text): bookstore still standing?

jason: do you ever think about how easily i could kidnap you you: what is wrong with you jason: romantic kidnapping. the love kind. you: still not okay jason: ok but i’d make you breakfast after

you: do you miss me? jason: my kitchen’s been too quiet you: that’s not an answer jason: yeah it is

you: are you ignoring me? jason: no. just pre-scheduling the argument for when i have energy you: you’re infuriating jason: i know. you picked me.

you: i’m mad at you jason: noted you: that’s all? jason: do you want a certificate or something

jason: if you get hurt doing something dumb again you: you’ll what jason: hold you all night while i contemplate turning your phone into dust you: thats hot

you: when is it again? jason: tomorrow at 1:30 pm you: i dont like your tone jason: tomorrow at 1:30 pm my sweet angel

you: do you love me jason: yeah you: that’s it? jason: i’m still here, aren’t i

you: do you think about me when we’re not together jason: unfortunately you: … jason: that was me being sweet. don’t push it.

you: what do you want for breakfast tomorrow jason: you you: 😐 jason: okay fine eggs. jason (2nd text): but like…eggs next to you

[cherrynpink]

just "friends"

pairing: situationship!dokyeom x f!reader

genre: situationship to lovers, slight angst, smut (with a bit of plot) MDNI!

warnings: cursing, oc is a bit mean to him in the start but it's ok, soft dom!dk, jealous oc, fingering, oral (f. receiving), mentions of giving head, multiple orgasms, a bit of overstimulation, down bad dk, needy oc, praise, ass smacking, protected sex but oc doesn't want to use a condom initially, hair pulling, mentions of creampie (wrap it before u tap it), doggy style, mention of hair pulling, big dick!dk, he is literally too big, slight strength kink, he is an idiot, dirty talk, lmk if i missed anything!

w.c.: 4.2k

playlist: just "friends"

Note: aaah this is the first fic i'm writing on here so pls bear with me. if u find any mistakes, pls lmk! this was loosely inspired from the situationship i was in last year, except mine didn't end well unlike oc's. hope u like it n pls give me wtv feedback u feel so that i get better at this! hehe anyways go on

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dokyeomie:3 : are u mad at me???

Your phone buzzes. It's 2 a.m. and your phone buzzes. You know there is only one person whose texts you would receive this time at night. You didn’t want to ignore dokyeom, you really do like him after all. You’ve been in, what you would call- a situationship? You’re not very sure. You met him through you mutual friends during a trip you all went to together. It’s funny how during your first year you never noticed him in campus despite him being in the same year as you, but as soon as you returned from the trip, he was everywhere. It was like a dokyeom plague all around.

Initially, you weren’t interested in him beyond being friends but fuck- how can a guy be this sweet? And this nice? And this hot. You can’t blame a girl for wanting more. When he texted you first right after returning from the trip asking for the pictures you had taken, you knew this was your chance to lock it DOWN. Only a fool would miss a chance to let a guy like him pass by. After that it was nonstop texting. All day. 24/7. Point of no return.

You’d give him random updates of your day, he would call you when he went to Sephora with his sister and ask which lip gloss you wanted to feed your manic lip gloss obsession, he would send you pictures of cats he saw on campus and say “us”, coffee dates, study dates (even though you had different majors), teaching him to play DTI at 3 a.m. while you laughed at him dates, but not an official “date” yet. Not a label beyond “friends” yet.

You wondered how can two people do all this and still be called friends. This is not what friends do, right? Or is it? Fuck- this is ruining you. It didn’t help seeing him get coffee with some other girl from his class while she laughed like he was the funniest guy ever. And like he probably was. But she’s not allowed to laugh. Only you. He does NOT need to be this funny with some other girl when he hasn’t even labelled what you are yet.

Leading you to ghosting him for the past 2 days. And trust, it was truly torture. How do you suddenly stop talking to the person you’ve shared everything about you to for the past 3 months? Everything reminded you of him no matter where you went. This is the most down bad you’ve ever been for a MAN. Your prime man hater era would be ashamed.

dokyeomie:3 : im really worried, im coming over, okay? I’m almost there >.< bringing some ice cream too!!! i know ur not asleep yet so pls let’s just talk okay :)

You hear your bell ring and thank god for the fact your roommate was at her parents’ place this weekend- well, not like anything’s going to happen anyway, what would it matter. He didn’t even give you time to change as you open the door in your short pyjama set, and what do you see but crinkly eyed dokyeom with his heart smile which almost makes you want to forget the hell he’s put you through the past 3 months and just kiss him.

“Hi” he says, coming in and setting the ice cream on the table, “let’s eat now before it melts.”

“I don’t feel like eating right now.” You take the plastic bag from his hands and put it in the freezer.

He steps closer to you, and closer, and closer, until there doesn’t seem to be any distance between you and you feel your surroundings closing in, as he towers over you, his sandalwood musk encapsulating you making your heart race, your breath turning erratic and your cheeks a crimson shade like a blushing bride. It truly is so easy for him.

He tucks your hair behind your ear- “y/n what happened, are you mad at me? Whatever it is you can tell me. Just please, talk to me.”

“I was just busy, it’s really nothing. Anyway, you had that girl from your class to keep you from getting bored.”

“Is that what this is about? I got assigned a project with her so we grabbed coffee to discuss how to go about it, it wasn’t anything more I swear.”

“That’s not it.” You turn your face away and head to the couch. Talking about what you feel has always been harder for you, which is why you’ve never had any proper relationships- only casual no strings attached arrangements or situationships.

“What is it then? Please y/n, you can’t just go radio silent for two days. I was so worried about you, talk to me, okay?” he says as he sits beside you on the couch.

“You never asked me out.” You blurt it out so fast its barely comprehensible to him.

“What?”

“You never asked me out. You flirt with me all the time, we text literally all day, and when we don’t its because we’re together at the coffee shop or the library or whatever. My friends call me an idiot, that you’re just toying with me, until you’re bored with me. You’ve never even defined what we are yet, because we sure as hell aren’t friends. Friends don’t act like this- right dokyeomie?”

You looked up to him, doe eyed on the brink of tears as you felt a lump in your throat, a heaviness on your shoulders. He felt horrible.

How was he supposed to know you liked him? He just thought you were being really friendly with him- just like you would be with anyone else, right? Here he was thinking he was the idiot being so hopelessly obsessed with you. He was literally so down bad for you it was kind of pathetic. Once when you had just started talking to him you mentioned you liked glasses, low and behold, he wore glasses every time you saw him. You can’t find the lip gloss you want anywhere? He’s dragging his poor sister with him to every makeup store in the city, trying to find that goddamn lip gloss that seems to be sold out everywhere. And now he feels like shit for making you think that he would just lead you on and leave you when he’s tired of you or something. Fuck. He’s messed up BIG time. And he does the only thing he can think of to make it up to you, FAST.

He leans into you, one hand gripping your jaw while the other brushes against your waist, his face so close you can feel his breathe as your eyes flicker down to his lips as he wets them. Your breath hitches and he can practically hear his heart racing the speed of a bullet train. And just like that, the next thing you know, his lips are against yours engulfing you in a whirlwind of a kiss. Your hand reaches for his chest as he holds you. He kisses you softly yet so messy and passionate it sweeps you off your feet. As you deepen your kiss, he slips his tongue in and a soft whimper leaves your throat. Impatient to gain control he pushes against you in an attempt for dominance and his quick shift in demeanor has you flooding in your pajama shorts. Good thing you sleep without your panties on. 

As your make out session continues to grow more aggressive, you feel him manhandle you over his lap onto his hardening length. Fuck. He feels big, you think as your hips give an experimental grind. He seems impatient as you make out, like he’s trying to make up for the lost time as he tightens his grip on your waist to get you closer to him, and you’re no different- tugging at the collar of his shirt so desperate to be with him.

“I really like you” he whispers between soft open-mouthed kisses. “I really like you I just wasn’t sure you felt the same about me, I’m sorry for making you wait so long baby, let me make it up to you?”

Oh. Your pussy likes the sound of that. It comes out of his mouth in a whisper, as he tries to catch his breath because you might not see it, but he is doing gymnastics to keep up with you and you’re driving him absolutely crazy. Its actually a little unbelievable for him to be making out with the girl he’s been in love with for the past year. He can feel a wet spot forming on his jeans as you leak onto him through your shorts.

“So needy baby, can feel you getting wet just from kissing a bit. You want it that bad?” he chuckles. God, you must look desperate to him but you need him right now because his hands gripping your thighs and yours in his hair drive you insane.

“You made me wait so so long kyeomie, need you, please. Need you to fuck me.” It leaves your throat like a whine making him twitch under you. You don’t care how desperate your pleas sound, because truth be told its all you’ve been picturing for the past 3 months. His hand makes its way to your tits as he cups them from over your thin top. From where he's sitting, you look pathetic and so pliant under his gaze, even though you’re sitting on him. If he knew you were this into him, he would’ve done this much sooner.

“Fuck, don’t worry baby I’ll take good care of you. Lift your arms for me.” He says as he takes off your top and god, he can’t take his eyes off your tits sitting right in front of him. He kisses down your neck and you just smell so fucking good he doesn't want to stop. He recognizes the scent, that vanilla bakery cupcake scent that always lingers on him after you hang out with him, the one he's just so obsessed with. He takes your hardened nipple into his mouth as his hand plays with the other. You moan softly as dokyeom focuses all his attention on your chest. Nibbling and biting and licking, as you keep grinding your hips on him, feeling him getting harder.

“So pretty baby, so pretty just for me.”

“I- I need- need you dokyeom, please? Please I’ll do whatever- whatever you want. Wanna suck you off. Make you feel good. Can I?” you say as you get down on your knees. And oh, it is a sight for him. Something in your eyes changes, he sees them full of lust and desperation, so drunk. This was new for him. Before this, you would always be so shy around him, or anyone for that matter. Never laughing fully at the suggestive jokes your friends made when you all hung out together, just giving a coy smile. Even when you and dokyeom talked, you never reacted to his advances, innocent or suggestive, never reacted to the innuendoes he made, just avoiding eye contact with him. But this new you, he liked her for sure. He would’ve teased you more, but fuck, some other time.

You unbutton his jeans as your hands flutter impatiently and fumble with his zipper, because you quite literally cannot wait a second more.

“Slow down y/n, wait.”

He groans as he lifts his hips to let you lower his jeans. He’s already half hard in his boxers and oh. You have no idea how he’s ever going to fit inside you. You mouth at his boxers and lick at him through them. But he knows, if he lets you do this, he'll come in your mouth in an instant, and he is but a gentleman, and would rather die than to not make you cum first.

“Y/n as much as I would love that, I’ll cum in my pants if you do that, and I’m not gonna let that happen.” He says as he tugs you by your hair to get you up. You pout at him, disappointed he won’t let his dick in your mouth.

“Don’t make that face princess, you can do it next time.” he says as he lifts you in his arms. You gasp as he begins to carry you to your room and throws you on your bed as you rebound on it.

“You like that? Like it when I pick you up and throw you around. I see you staring at my arms all the time baby, don’t think you’re subtle.”

He kisses you again as he pins your hands over your head as makes his way down your body, marking you as he goes along. He reaches you thighs and begins to kiss them softly as he drags his tongue to your tiny shorts and begins to pull them down. And imagine his surprise as he comes face to face with your glistening pretty pussy. He sucks his breath in as he seems to be stuck in a trance.

You’re obsessed with the way his eyes follow your cunt. He looks like a child seeing candy for the first time, and you’re totally here for it. His big hands hold your thighs apart as he lays down between them and looks at your pussy like it has the moon and stars hung in it for him.

“No panties y/n? Fuck didn’t know you were a slut baby, you always act so shy and naïve in front of me, no?” he says as his fingers run against your slit experimentally, circling your entrance teasingly, taking you by surprise causing you to let out a desperate moan.

“I’m- I’m not!” you whine but you sound like even you don’t believe your own words. He’s right after all, isn’t he? You are a slut for him. Why would you be ashamed of it.

“You’re not? Then why are you dripping over all your sheets y/n. Haven’t even done anything yet and you’re trying to hump the air. If you needed me that bad could’ve just asked. Would’ve given you everything. But you wanted to give me the silent treatment. So, I’ll have to punish you baby.”

He smirks as one hand tweaks your nipple while the other dips inside you barely before he pulls it out in an instant. He traces soft patterns on your inner thighs, but every time you buck your hips up, he just moves his hand further away from your center.

“Please kyeomie, touch me.”

“I’m already touching you y/n. You need to be more specific.”

This is torture. You’re literally about to cry.

“In- in me. Your hand- your finger, need it in me.” you say with your face in your hand red with embarrassment.

“No please this time? Where are your manners?”

“Please dokyeom, need your fingers in me!"

Finally, he puts you out of your misery. The finger that was teasing you enters you in one instant. And oh. You are so tight. You feel so full, and its just one finger yet. You don’t know how you’re going to take him in.

“Gripping me like crazy y/n fuck, so fucking tight.”

He slowly moves his hand in and out, curling it and watching it squeeze him, barely fitting him in you. You grip the sheets tightly as he curls his finger and hits your g-spot right where you need it.

“You can barely fit one baby, how are you going to take my cock? Maybe I should just eat you out and make you cum on your fingers and leave it at that.” he says mocking you.

He knows he’s being really cruel, but only because you can take it. Also, you did make him wait so long too, so he deserves to have fun with it.

“No! No, I can take it I- I- promise!”

He chuckles and inserts another finger in, increasing the pace until you’re left gasping for air, a moaning mess. He feels your body tensing up, and leans down to kiss your thighs and whilst driving his fingers in you, making you moan his name over and over again like a prayer. Finally, he presses his thumb against your clit, and makes 8 figures over and over again, agonizing you as the pit in your stomach grows bigger every time you feel his fingers hit your spot.

Suddenly he takes his finger out, making you whine at the loss of contact and your eyes fill with tears because you were just so, so close.

He dives in between your legs licking a long strip up your entrance, the moan you let out is music to his ears, and the way you taste is better than anything he’s ever had. His tongue enters you as he pushes it in and out, and oh the way his nose keeps hitting your clit repeatedly with each motion has you seeing stars. You entangle your hand into his hair pushing yourself into his mouth as he moans.

He makes out with your cunt like a man starved as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. And at this point you have no idea about the words coming out of your mouth, a combination of broken moans and desperate pleas. Your legs are trembling as his big hands hold them apart, tightening his grip on them like he’s chasing his own high because you keep trying to close them with every brush of his nose against your clit.

“Please dokyeom, please I- I’m gonna- oh my god, I need to cum!”

“Yeah? Can feel you clenching baby. It’s okay, you’ve been so good, you can cum.”

And that’s all it takes. You feel the pressure in your stomach building up and the knot finally snaps as he hums against you and you break with a loud cry, your back arching and your hands pulling his hair. A euphoric feeling takes over your body as your legs going numb, and your mind in a hazy state with your eyes going dark, your back covered in sweat and your face so hot. There is only pleasure running throughout you but dokyeom doesn’t stop even as your cum covers his mouth dragging his tongue against your core as you come down from your high, until you’re gasping his name like it’s the only thing you remember.

When he looks up, it’s a sight to see; hair all messy, lips glossy, chin dripping with you and a hunger in his eyes like you’ve never seen before. He comes up and captures you in a kiss so deep you taste yourself on him. You never thought a someone eating you out would be this hot, but dokyeom has a way to keep you guessing.

“You’ve made such a mess baby, and you say you’re not a slut. What will I do with you hmm?”

There is something so demeaning about you being completely bare and vulnerable, withering under him, while he stays clothed. It’s like a fucking power trip for him, makes him feel fully in control of you, and oh does that make him so hard. Now that he’s gotten a taste, he doesn’t think he can stop.

“Take off- take- take it off” you say tugging on the collar of his shirt. Even you have no idea what incomprehensible nonsense is coming out of your mouth at this point, you’re just so drunk on him. He sits up taking off shirt and pants and you keep yourself from moaning out loud when you look at him. He looks so big. Not just beneath his boxers but him entirely, he looks so big. He notices your eyes travelling from his chest to his arms, trying to take it all in at once as if you would never have this chance again.

He finally takes off his boxers and you think you’re in love. His dick looks so pretty, his tip a slightly dark shade of pink curved a bit and veiny, you just don’t know how to explain it. He spits on his hand and pumps it in his hand and now that he’s fully hard, you have no idea how he’s going to fit in you.

“Like what you see baby? But your pussy is so tiny, how’s is going to fit?” he says as he brings his hands to your sides, running his hands all over your body. He pouts but you know he’s talking shit to tease you.

You reach up desperate for a kiss but he just kisses your cheek instead, “please, I need you to fuck me so bad kyeom, I can take it! I promise, just give it to me.”

He chuckles darkly, and this is so embarrassing for you but fuck it, who cares. “You beg so well baby, makes me wanna give you everything you ask for.”

He grabs your waist and turns you on your stomach in an instant, raising your hips to meet his, and smacks your ass hard, making you almost jump in surprise. Him manoeuvring you into being on your arms and knees was honestly such a turn on, but you know if you let him know that, you’ll let go of the tiny piece of dignity that you hopefully have left, so you settle for pushing your ass back into him making him groan.

“Condom baby?”

“In my drawer but no! no condom just, want to feel you.” you beg.

Fuck. You’re going to be the death of him. You were going to let him hit raw? Now he truly regrets not doing this earlier, but you’re not thinking clearly and he can’t take the risk no matter how much you make him want to.

“Sorry princess, but we can’t take the risk, some other time, okay?”

You groan, you hate him actually. Who gives us the opportunity to get in raw, you think to yourself as you hand him the condom.

You hear him slide it on and pump himself, “you’re so wet y/n, I might just slide in.” he says as he taps his dick on your clit making you moan. He runs his tip up and down your slit collecting your wetness, and pushes it in just so he's barely stretching you.

“I’ll take it slow okay, I promise.” He says as he grabs you by your hair and pulls you near him to kiss you on your cheek. His hands find home on your hips as he grabs them tightly, pushing himself in one inch at a time, easing you on, making you almost scream. As he bottoms out, he lets out a moan and so do you, feeling so full of him, because oh my god the stretch is like you've never felt before.

“So warm baby, so soft, cunt gripping me so good it doesn’t want me to leave I think.”

“Fuck dokyeom feel so full, I love it, please move.” You say as you beg him for the hundredth time for the night. And apparently that was all he needed to hear as he begins to drill into you sliding in and out mercilessly, slapping your ass every now and then. He fills you so good because its such a tight fit, and god does he love it. You are now left a mess under him, no thoughts in your head, just a chant leaving your mouth as you scream his name over and over.

“It’s that good baby? Or are you just too cockdrunk to think? Fuck, pussy so good it’s gonna milk the fuck outta me.” He moans as he tries to keep up with the unbelievable pace he’s set. His hand moves down your stomach as he toys with your clit from behind, making you see stars.

“You look so good like this y/n, all spread out for me. Makes me want to remember this forever, you’re gonna let me record this ass next time baby?”

All you can do is nod since you have no energy left in you to respond to him.

“Such a pillow princess, can’t even answer a simple question, need me to do all the work for you, hmm? It’s okay though, you don’t have to do anything, just sit pretty for me and I’ll take care of you.”

His grip on your ass tightens and his hand’s movement at your clit fastens as you feel him approaching his high, his strokes getting deeper yet sloppier and you wish he wasn’t wearing a condom so that he could fill you to the brim. At this point he too, like you- was an incoherent mess, because your pussy just feels like heaven to him, and he doesn’t think he can hold out any longer.

“Fuck! I’m so close dokyeom! I- i- fuck right there! Right there! Wanna cum so bad, can I- can I cum? Please, oh!” you scream with all the strength you have left.

“Ah, me too baby, fuck good girl, always such a good girl, asking for permission. You can cum princess, cum for me.”

And that’s all it takes for you to crash into the bed with a loud moan as your arms give out, your pussy clenching around him as he fills the condom. Your chest heaving and a buzzing sound in your ear, you have no idea of your surroundings as dokyeom continues to twitch inside you, finally taking his dick out after what feels like eternity. You whine at the feeling of emptiness, feeling yourself gape due to the lack of him as he crashes besides you out of breath. You turn your face to him as he softly kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around you.

After you both clean up, you lay on your new clean sheets wrapped around him as he caresses your hair.

“I’m sorry I was an idiot for not making it clear I like you sooner, I’ll take you out on a proper date later this week, okay?”

“mhm okay, but just so you know kyeomie, I don’t put out on first dates.”

[shawtuzi]

✰ YOUR TEETH IN MY NECK ✰

a/n: i’ve been getting a lot of requests for more musician!eren and his fav fan girl and this is also ur reminder to go read the reverb series bc we would not be here without her

cw include: black fem!reader, sexting, exchange of nudes, mention of drug usage (eren was high per usual), sloppy kissing, oral f&m!receiving, unprotected sex, mating press & prone bone position, see from the side, multiple orgasms, eren nuts in and on her lmao, lots of dirty talk, an ‘i love you’ confession bc they’re so obsessed with each other, eren has a god complex andddd i think that’s it lmao/// wc: 5.2k

new message from renny ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

i’m in the city. i wanna see u.

the cursor of your laptop circled around his message, a giddy smile spreading across your lips. you clicked on the message, your manicured fingers typing messages upon messages of how much you missed him, and couldn’t wait to see him.

it had been almost a month since you last saw eren. after your sexcapdes on his tour bus eren had invited you to join him on his pj to the next city, and you had no other choice but to say yes! that dick was entirely too good to pass up.

you can happily say you’ve now joined the mile high club, because the second you got on the jet eren demanded privacy so he could indulge in you once more. you were sure jean and his security team could hear your screams of pleasure, the way you begged for eren to fuck you harder, deeper, but you didn’t care in the slightest.

after turning his bones into mush from your ridiculous riding skills, eren returned the favor by fucking you in mating press until your eyes crossed, and drool was slipping past your puffy lips.

your night in his hotel went the exact same way. eren folded you into every position he could while you chanted his name like a prayer, soaking the hotel sheets with your essence. he liked you. he liked the way you had just as much stamina as him. he liked that you were just as nasty as him, like how you stuck your tongue out for him to spit on, or how you begged him to put you in a chokehold while he hit it from the back.

what he really liked about you though, was the way you looked at him. eren already a sort of god complex, and you definitely didn’t help the way you looked at him as if he created the moon and stars.

after a very tearful goodbye on your end you headed back to your city, but that didn’t stop you from texting everyday. sometimes he replied, sometimes he didn’t because of his busy schedule. he always did call you though, usually it’d be past midnight but that didn’t matter to you—especially when he’d always say bye to you by tapping his tip against the screen, muttering a sultry ‘we miss you.’

new message from renny ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

i miss u too mama.

send your addy, i’m coming to you.

you squealed into the soft cotton of your sheets, your sock covered feet kicking wildly against your mattress. thee eren yeager was about to come to your lil ol’ apartment, like this couldn’t be real.

you carefully typed out your address, your toes wiggling in excitement. you shut your laptop and rolled out of bed, quickly shuffling your feet to your closet.

you figured he’d have you out of your clothes minutes after he got here, so you settled on ditching your pajamas, and wearing just your pink robe.

message sent to renny ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

are u gonna do all that stuff you said in your messages?

you pupils dilated when the gray bubble popped up, your teeth clamping onto your bottom lip. eren texted you a lot of dirty promises, making you squirt on his dick in the prone bone position being the one you were most excited for.

whenever you were bored at work, or before you fell asleep at night, you’d imagine him having you in a tight chokehold while he fucked into your sore pussy from behind. that usually led to you sending eren explicit videos of your rubbing your pulsing pussy desperately, whining n’ babbling about how you wish it were him making you cum instead.

eren would only make it worse by feeding into it. while he recorded himself stroking his cock, he’d be growling out filthy praises about your cute cunt and how good she’d feel wrapped around him.

new message from renny ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

you’ll see

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just know i’m ready, been thinking about your pretty pussy all day.

a whine bubbled in your chest as you zoomed in on live photo of his very prominent print. his tatted hand was gripping onto it, and if you clicked on it, the live photo would show him squeezing it softly. the cuban chain on his wrist glistened obnoxiously from the flash—you couldn’t wait to the feel the cold metal against your neck when he choked you.

you loosened the knot on your robe, exposing your breasts more than they already were. your nipples were peeking out, giving eren just the perfect peek to what is to come.

message sent to renny ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

hurry up :((

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while you were giggling to yourself, eren was gripping his phone in frustration. he needed you, now. ever since he last saw you all he could think about was you. your face, your scent, your voice, your pretty moans. he was totally smitten.

“we’ll be arriving shortly,” the driver said in a monotone voice. eren hummed, unlocking his phone to tell you he was almost there.

he was thankful you didn’t leave in the city, the last thing he would want are fans or paparazzi invading your privacy. but it was california after all, and unfortunately there were rumors he was seen at a hotel with a mystery girl, but he made sure his team squashed those rumors from circulating any further. fame can be intense, he’d be crushed if his lifestyle scared you away.

“m’not sure how long i’ll be here so, uh, just tell jean i said don’t wait up,” eren’s tone was cool as he spoke, but inside he was actually excited to see you. he pulled his hoodie up, scoping the scene before stepping out of the car. as eren walked towards your apartment building he heard—

‘psst! up here!’

he slowly looked up and there you were, standing on your balcony, wearing nothing but a robe and a pair of slippers. your hair gently moved with the light breeze, and you had the giddiest smile on your lips—this shit felt like it was a scene out of movie.

you bounced on the balls of your feet as you waited for eren to make it to your door, and finally you heard three knocks. you couldn’t deny that you were nervous—he was a celebrity after all. someone who was known globally and loved by many, he was just a very intimidating guy.

the second you opened the door, you were yanking him in by his hoodie, your chests clashing together. “damn girl, miss me?” eren grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist. you bit your lip, looking at him with nothing but swirls of love and lust in your eyes. “yeah, i did.” eren nudged his nose against yours, blindly kicking the door shut behind him and locking it.

when he heard the click! his lips were on yours, a strong scent of vanilla and jasmine hitting his nose. “w-was the flight here okay? you look tired,” your hands cupped his jaw as you examined the under his eyes. you way you looked at him and touched with such care, as if it were natural, had eren feeling things. weird things. he always told others he’d probably never fall for a fan yet here he was, leaning into your touch like a lovesick puppy.

“yeah it was fine. just been a busy week is all, but don’t worry about that. it’s good to see you. you look good. i look this robe on you.”

when he smiled you saw flashes on gold on his teeth, and that had a gush of wetness dripping from your pussy. “thanks . . . i like your grills. like a lot.” eren breathed heavily through his nose when your thumb ran over his bottom lip, getting a closer look at the grills.

you whined when his lips smushed into yours again, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip. you parted your lips, and he wasted no time slithering his tongue into your mouth, groaning when your tongue swiped across his grills. “take this shit off,” eren’s fingers fumbled with the strings on your robe, slowly pushing it off your shoulders when the knot was undone.

you puffed your naked chest out, giggling because you had left eren utterly speechless. he stepped closer to you, and then closer, and closer until you were backed up against the wall. “i’d try to keep my legs steady if i were you,” his breath was hot on your neck, sending shivers up your spine.

your hands pushed against his hard chest when his hand pushed between your thighs, his ring and middle finger dipping between your folds. “y’know i had to postpone so much shit because i just couldn’t go another day without seein’ you? doesn’t that sound insane? we barely know each other, yet i just can’t get you or this pretty pussy outta my head.”

your lips trembled, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers rolled around you swollen clit. “g-good. i did what i was supposed to do when we fucked then,” your words had eren groaning, his head dipping into your neck to kiss and suck at the sweet smelling skin. he kissed his way down your neck, and eventually your chest, taking his time as he rolled his tongue around each nipple.

he kissed the skin above your naval, smirking at the hello kitty jewelry pierced into the skin. “such a pretty girl, knew you were special the second i saw you in the crowd,” and it was true! out of all the fans that were in the audience, you caught his attention the most. the cheered the loudest, knew the words to every song, and you looked damn good sharing a blunt with your friends as you sung along to his songs.

your back slumped against the wall when you felt his hot tongue circle your clit, his hands snaking behind you to grab at your ass cheeks. every slurp and suck had your legs shaking, so much so that eren just said fuck it and threw your knees over his shoulders.

he was a sloppy eater. his tongue switched from french kissing your clit, to fucking into your clenching hole, all while moaning drunkenly against your pussy. you weren’t scared to rough him up either, your hands tangling themselves in his hair and fucking his mouth. “m’so close renny.”

that only encouraged eren to increase his assault on your clit, flicking the bud back and forth until your thighs were clamping around his head. wave after wave of your cum coated his tongue, and eren happily lapped up all of it. god, you were fucking sweet.

you gasped when eren lifted you off his shoulders, “w-wait stay close to me.” eren nearly lost his balance when you jumped into his arms, your legs wrapping around his slim waist. out of instinct eren cupped your behind, holding you closely to him. “i wasn’t goin’ nowhere mama, now where’s yours bedroom?”

you gave eren directions to your bedroom, all while you were kissing his neck and jaw. “it’s cute in here. it’s really . . . pink,” eren chuckled as he looked around your room. what caught his attention the most was the mountain of plushies on your bed, all varying from sanrio characters to anime characters.

he laid you down gently on your bed, smirking at the pout on your glossy lips. “thank you. now drop your pants m’hungry,” your pink, freshly pedicured foot pressed down on the bulge in his sweats, then pushed against his abdomen. eren lifted your foot up and kissed your ankle, “whatever you want baby.”

eren shed his hoodie and sweats, leaving him in a white wife beater and briefs. you eyed the small, wet patch stained into his briefs, your mouth watering at what was hiding underneath. you sat up, your arm hooking around his thick thigh to pull him closer. eren’s head tilted back when you mouthed at the print in his briefs, your tongue lolling out to lick at the wet patch.

your teeth clamped onto the waistband of his briefs, tugging them down until they were mid thigh. eren’s jaw dropped the tiniest bit when you nuzzled your face into his cock, your tongue peeking out to lick at the base. “c’mon. open that pretty mouth,” his tongue ran over the gold on his teeth as he watched you like a predator stalking its prey.

your mouth parted once more, sucking the tip of his cock in your mouth. you hummed around the muscle, your mouth watering at the salty, yet very sweet taste of him.

“let me fuck your mouth, pretty girl. open up,” you whimpered around eren’s dick as he pushed more into your mouth, strings of saliva dripping from your lips and onto your thighs. your tongue rubbed over the protruding veins on the underside, this earned you a pat on the head, followed by eren cradling your jaw. his thumb ran over the bulge in your cheek, “you’re so pretty.”

you took more of his cock into your mouth until your nose nudged against soft tufts of hair. suddenly you felt a hand squeeze at your throat, the action had you choking around his cock, fat tears now running down your cheeks. “ooou shit, that was tight. do it again for me, baby.” he squeezed at your throat ever so softly as he fucked it, his head tilting back out of pure pleasure. seriously, where have you been all his life.

your cheeks hollowed around his dick, sucking harshly until he had to pull you away by your hair, a thin line of spit still connected to your lips. “mmph, hang your head off the bed. you know what to do.”

indeed you did. after a night of dirty texting you found out that eren was quite fond of throat fucking—especially if a girls head was hanging off the side while he did it. there was something about hearing those violent gags and chokes that had his balls tightening every time he thought about it.

you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, even though you’ll just get messy literally all over again, and laid down on your back, your head hanging slightly off the side. eren took this opportunity to grasp at your tits, flicking your pretty brown nipples with his thumbs. the cool metal from his rings had them hardening in seconds.

“mm so pretty, now open up gorgeous,” eren tapped his tip against your lips, chuckling when you stuck your tongue out to get the exact same treatment. he rubbed the tip of his cock over the curves of your lips, before running it over your tongue. you greedily swallowed the pre that dribbled onto your tongue.

without warning, eren thrust his hips forward, sheathing more than half his cock down your tight throat. hot tears already began to brim at your lash line as he began a steady pace, the obnoxious noise of you gagging echoing throughout your room. “mmph, good lil fuckin’ throat. you’re fuckin’ perfect y/n ‪‪❤︎‬” eren’s head tilted back in a moan, his adams apple bobbing.

he preferred his head very sloppy, and you were perfect for that. you didn’t mind the spit bubbles that foamed up at the corners of your lips, or the snot that trickled from your nose. you were fine with all of it. all just to please him. his hips stuttered when your hand reached up to toy with his balls. “fu-ck yeah, play wit’ ‘em while you suck it. that’s a good fuckin’ girl.”

his praise had your heart fluttering, and your pussy drooling with need. you were perfect for him. that’s all you could’ve asked for.

your nails dug into eren’s muscly thighs when his hips pushed forward, forcing the entirety of his cock down your throat. you suddenly felt something warm in the back of your throat, and hummed. it wasn’t until you were choking pretty hard that eren pulled out, his half had cock resting on your face. your thighs clenched together when the musky scent that was him wafted into your nose.

“heh, cute. you ready for me to fuck you now mama?”

your tongue ran along his cock, savoring the taste of him, “i love your dick ren, could stay here forever.” eren’s head tilted back as you sloppily kissed all over the base of his cock. he was fully hard once again in no time, the veins on the underside thrumming against your puffy lips.

he backed up to give you some room to get up, only for you to yank him back again. you propped your chin on his hard stomach, batting your freshly done lashes up at him. “what position you want me in renny, m’all yours please tell me what to do.”

there was that look again. that fucking look. that look where you stared at him like he was reason for your very existence. “i’ll do anything you want,” you murmured, pressing little kisses all across his abdomen. you whimpered when eren used both hands to grip your jaw, forcing your gaze at him.

“i think i might love you.”

he didn’t know what kinda fucked up shit this was but he didn’t even care, he loved it. he loved . . . you ❤︎

his pretty lil fan girl. his number one fan. someone that would kiss the ground he walked on if he asked. you were perfect.

“that’s really sweet renny, but i think you’re just high and tired,” you giggled, teeth clamping onto your bottom lip. “you sayin’ you don’t love me back baby?” eren grinned, moving one of his hands to your throat, squeezing rather roughly. he needed to hear you say it, even if you didn’t mean it.

“of course i love you ren. loved you since you first debuted, i knew i had to get my hands on you. now look at you; in my very pink room, telling me you love me because im the best you’ve ever had.”

he couldn’t even object or give snarky remark back because unfortunately you were right.

his hands moved to your shoulders, gently pushing you back.

“i may be high, and i may be a little tired, but i do know that i really like you.” his teeth nibbled on his bottom lip as his hands wandered across your naked body.

“well good. i don’t ever wanna see anything about you and other girls in the blogs again or i’ll block you ‘kay?” eren was laughing until you interrupted him saying a monotone ‘i mean it.’

he leant over you, his chain dangling over your face. his thick brows were pulled together, and if you looked close enough you could see the pout on his lips. of course he’d only see you, but the thought of getting blocked by you had his heart tightening. “i only want you to myself from now on, can you handle that superstar?”

eren gasped when your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you. his dick sat right between your sopping folds, the tip nudging deliciously against your clit.

“fuck, yes. yes i can handle it, i can’t handle being blocked by you though. best fuckin’ pussy i’ve ever had y/n ❤︎. don’t break my heart like that,” he rocked his hips slowly, coating his cock in your essence. you had him right in the palm of your hand and god, it felt so good. “don’t make me write some corny love songs about you, because i will.”

“would that really be so bad? i wouldn’t mind having a song written about me.”

“i’ll write one for you anyway, i’ll write ten fucking songs about you and this pussy, shit,” eren’s nostrils flared the tip of his cock accidentally slid into your pussy. he couldn’t help but just bottom out completely, his balls sitting snuggly against your ass.

your mouth parted, a breathy moan slipping past your lips. “mm, do it. i dare you renny.” eren just moaned in response, his eyes fluttering shut. heaven. this was heaven.

“i will baby, i will. i pr-promise.”

each time he pulled out a loud squelch followed. you sucked the cross attached to his chain in your mouth, whimpering around the cool metal. eren settled for fast, deep thrusts, the angry tip of his cock bumping harshly into that spongy spot deep inside you. “so fuckin’ hot. you’re so fuckin’ hot,” eren was damn near panting like a dog, his tongue dangerously close to dangling out of his mouth.

your body moved up slightly with each hard thrust, your breasts bouncing wildly in his face. the sharp canine part of eren’s grill grazed your nipple, his hot tongue coming out a second later to soothe the sting. “you smell so good, y-you’re so good.” embarrassingly enough eren’s thrusts were already getting sloppy. he was close.

“are you about to cum? hm? gonna nut in my pussy ren?” all eren could do would moan, his face nuzzling itself into the crook of your neck. you sobbed out eren’s name when he pushed your knees up, the angle of his thrusts reaching deeper inside you. he licked his thumb, bringing the digit to your swollen clit.

“c’mon baby, make that pussy cum. wanna feel that shit.” your legs shook violently as you second orgasm of the night hit you. eren fucked you through it, growling out curses each time a steam of your cum hit his lower stomach. his cock slipped out ad second later ribbons of cum were painting your tummy in thick, white strands.

eren’s head fell forwards, wispy strands from his disheveled half up, half down bun tickling his forehead. “shit, m’still hard girl. you’re gonna kill me,” eren’s hands cupped your face, smushing his lips against yours in a clash of tongue and teeth.

he pulled out briefly to turn you around on your tummy. “i’m gonna borrow one of those real quick,” he murmured, tatted hand reaching above you to grab one of your many plushies. he arched your back, placing the plushie underneath the pudge of your stomach. “comfortable mama?” his nose nudged against your cheek, his lashes tickling you.

“yeah . . . put it in.” eren tapped the tip of his cock against your clit before slipping in, groaning at the warmth that welcomed him. he yanked your hair back, exposing your neck. “o-ohhh fuck,” your eyes rolled into the back of your skull when eren’s bicep hooked around your neck, putting you in the perfect chokehold. not too tight, but not too lose either. his strokes were slow, but deep, allowing you to feel every vein and ridge on his dick against your sensitive walls.

“this what you wanted the most right? always talkin’ about my muscles, you satisfied now baby?” all you could do was moan pathetically, nodding your head rapidly. “you’re g’nna make me cum again renny, y-you’re gonna make me cum!” your feet kicked wildly against the bed, tears free falling from your cheeks and onto your sheets.

eren grunted, tightening his hold on your neck, “do it.” your body thrashed beneath him, shaking violently as your orgasm hit you in intense waves. the soft cotton of your sheets was basically rubbing your clit raw, adding way more overstimulation than you needed.

eren’s thrusts were relentless, his pace never once faltering as you came. he pressed his hips snuggly against your ass, rolling his hips until you were clawing at the sheets. “keep fucking me l-like that, god yes!” eren groaned, pulling his hips all the way back before slamming back in.

“thas’ right baby, m’your god. your everything,” his teeth nibbled at your ear, licking over the shell of. ugh yes he was your everything :(( you loved him, you adored him, you were his biggest fan. you’d do anything for him if it meant you got fucked like this on a regular.

“hah! ah! ah! o-oh shittt,” you sobbed out, tears soaking your chubby cheeks. eren cursed under his breath when his dick slipped out, a stream of your cum following seconds after. you clawed at the sheets, trying to get out of his grip, but eren kept you steady, shushing your whines with kisses.

“no more renny,” you whimpered, your face nuzzling into the crook of his bicep. “ngh, you don’t mean that baby,” he cooed at you, pressing a kiss to the side of your face.

eren laid on his side, pulling you close to his chest. his heart was beating so fast, it felt like he was high. this must be what people call being ‘pussydrunk’ because he swears if he was asked to speak a full sentence he’d fail.

he lifted your thigh up, slipping his cock between your folds. your body quivered, arching against his chest. “you wanna be my girlfriend? c’mon i know you wanna say yes, just say it,” you didn’t even have time to process his words before his tip was slowly sliding in. the question must’ve been good right? you’ll just say yes.

you squeaked out a yes! when he bottomed out, your backside pushing against his pelvis. he couldn’t believe you actually said yes, he couldn’t believe he actually even asked you that. what were you doing to this poor man?

eren hiked your thigh up, starting up a fallow n’ shallow pace. his lips crashed into yours, moaning into your mouth with a scrunched up face. “we’ll figure somethin’ out, you just—just gotta be mine.”

“i will renny—hah! all i’ve ever wanted is to be yours.” your thighs clamped around eren’s wrist when you felt his fingers strum against your clit. most people would look at you like you were nuts for even accepting such an offer, but they wouldn’t understand. you’ve loved eren and his craft since he first debuted six years ago. his music got through some of the hardest times of your life and for that you were eternally grateful to him—so yes, you’ll worship the ground he walks on and love him like no other.

his free hand shimmied underneath your back, wrapping around your waist. god he was so fucking close. he needed you as close as possible.

“cum with me mama. i’m about to nut, c’mon take it, take it, take ittt,” his hips pushed up against your backside one last time, emptying his balls inside you for what won’t be the last time tonight. he just needed a breather.

your body thrashed against his as you came with a scream. eren covered your mouth, whispering filthy praises in your ear as you rode our your high. he stayed snugly inside you, caressing your stomach with light touches.

it was silent for ten minutes as you both caught your breath, eren not once loosening his grip on you, he didn’t even pull out when you turned around to face him.

“you meant what you said right? about me being your girlfriend?” eren cracked an eye open and was met with your brown ones staring right back at him. was he sure about this? i mean the man didn’t even really know you like that but . . . fuck it, why not. he shrugged, brushing his hair out of his face. “yeah, as long as we keep it on the dl for now. i got a lot—”

“that won’t work.”

eren’s brows furrowed, “what do you mean that won’t work? you’re not in charge here at the end of the day.”

two days later . . .

‘breaking news! well known musician eren yeager was recently seen out shopping in beverly hills with what looks like a new boo! my, my look at all those shopping bags, seems like this girl has got our boy whipped! we believe this is the same girl he was seen with, about a month ago, heading into a hotel in chicago. fans are buzzing like crazy trying to find out who this mystery girl is! it seems to be she has no social media, but never fear my sources are working day and night to find out who she is! until then this is . . .’

jean shut off the tv, pure anger radiating off of him. “you wanna tell me what that’s all about? who the fuck even is this girl—”

“i’m his girlfriend,” you came from around the corner, wearing nothing but one of eren’s shirts. you approached eren from behind, where he was sitting on the couch, a bored look on his face as usual. he visibly relaxed when he felt your hands massage his shoulders. “yeah, she’s right. as of two days ago we’re official.” eren turned his head to press a kiss to the top of your hand.

“eren, you still have the international leg of your tour to do! there’s no way you can focus on that with a distraction—” eren let out a long sigh, his head flopping against the back of the couch. “jean, you’re really not talking about shit i wanna hear right now.” he just wanted to spend time with you, granted you both had been holed up in his hotel room for two days, besides the random shopping trip you just had to go on.

you weren’t a fan of keep your relationship a secret, hence why you made him take your ass the most expensive strip mall you could find. you’d never shopped in a luxury store that was completely empty until eren made his security clear the area so you two could shop in peace. he had so much power over people, it turned you on a lot.

“she’s not gonna be a distraction. she’s gonna come on tour with me, and keep me company. i’d ask if was a problem, but i really don’t give a shit. i pay you entirely too much for you to be bitching at me like that.”

jean’s mouth parted, but no words came out. it wasn’t uncommon for eren to talk to him like that, but it was certainly new to have an audience watching.

you combed your fingers through eren’s hair, frowning at the annoyed look on his face. “is there anything else you wanna discuss?” eren’s ring clad finger tapped against the couch impatiently. jean looked at eren, then you, then back to eren, and back to you. “ah, no. i guess that’ll be all eren.”

“i need you to schedule me a session at the studio, m’workin’ on a new song,” eren called out just as jean was about to shut the door. “dumbass better have heard me.”

he looked up at you through his lashes, “i know i sound a little harsh, but if you’re not an asshole to that guy he’ll run you over. only reason he still has a job is because he’s damn good at it.”

you shrugged, making your way around the couch to sit on eren’s lap. you wrapped your arms around his neck, “i don’t care about none of that. now tell me about this song you’re writing! what’s it about?”

“i think you know what it’s about, mama.”

[joonjuul]

play thing. jjk

pairing: boyfriend!jk x sleepy!reader

wc: 3k

warnings: desperate!jk, softdom!jk, sleepy!reader, sub!reader, light ddlg themes (if u squint), implied consent, somnophilia, fingering (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f receiving), light overstimulation (f receiving), pet names, unprotected sex (wrap it up), pwp lol

a/n: saw another author write something similar to this agessss ago and i’ve been obsessed ever since

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it was one of those nights. one of those nights where your phone mysteriously shut off early, where your eyes felt heavier than normal, where the sweet hum of your blankets and pillows called your name gently, even if it was only 10pm.

since you started dating jungkook, you always felt so busy. it was almost like you were carrying the stress of both his job, and your own, which only meant one thing — you were the most exhausted woman on the planet, and tonight was no exception.

you use your last bit of energy to plug your phone in on the nightstand beside you, turning over and examining the empty side of your shared bed. another wonderful addition to your new life, was still having to sleep alone, despite the fact that you lived with your boyfriend. monday through friday, you always found your routine to be the same, get home from work, make dinner for you and your boyfriend, and head up to your shared room, scrolling until your eyes began to shut before rolling over, jungkook always wandering to his at home studio some time after dinner.

you loved how passionate he was about his work, but it didn’t help the fact that you missed him desperately — his touch, his sweet smile, the small freckle under his lip, the way his hands always instinctively found your waist even within the pitch black night of your room.

he was wonderful, and you adored him, but you couldn’t ignore the loom of desperation that blossomed between your legs as you imagined how he took care of you on the weekends, when his mind wasn’t so preoccupied. his fingers, so skillful and rough, almost as if they memorized your body like a map — every spot that made you writhe beneath him and every crevice of your skin that made your toes curl.

you felt a dampness arise in your panties as your mind wandered, but your tiredness quickly got the best of you, as you eased into a deep sleep — images of your muscular boyfriend hovering above you, his ink splattered arms on either side of your head as he drove into you mercilessly lulling you to sleep.

jungkook however, was only a couple hours into what would be a very sleepless night.

with their comeback approaching, he had been much busier than usual — always winding up in his at home studio after dinner, headphones sat lightly on his head as he’d meticulously arrange every beat and vocal he had prepared during his day at work. he didn’t enjoy it, he’d much rather be with you down the hall, feeling the warmth of your body against his as you both drifted off, but it had become much like a routine, and he was never one to break a good habit, not when they were so close to their scheduled comeback date.

tonight though, was a little different. with every click of a button, every slide of a mouse across the desk, his mind only led back to one thing — you. with his jam packed schedule he had barely left any time to spend with you, and not just that, but also time for your sex life. jungkook was not the type of man to have sex once a week. his body craved you feverishly almost every minute of the day. he went all day craving your touch, and when he finally arrived home and was able to bask in your never ending skin, he felt like all his day’s work was complete. but it would never be enough to satisfy him, and today was one of those days.

he feels his mind begin to wander as he imagines you in bed. he wonders whether or not you’ve fallen asleep yet, which pair of panties you’re wearing, imagining you sprawled out on your bed, shorts riding meticulously high up your ass. and he feels the pressure in his pants begin to worsen.

his eyes glance at the clock. 12:06 am.

he had done enough work today, right? there was always tomorrow, he thought to himself as he took his headphones off, ignoring the tension in his boxers as he stood up from his chair, desperately crossing his fingers that you’re still awake, still conscious so he can fall between your legs and take you like he so hopelessly needs.

his feet carry him to your shared room quickly, his hands wrapping around the doorknob as his eyes quickly fall on your sated body. one leg on either side of the covers as your ass pokes out slightly — barely leaving any room for imagination in one of your cutest pairs of undies.

he lets out a low groan at the sight, his body wandering aimlessly into the room as he gets closer to you. he notices your quiet snores, the way your hair messily spreads across the pillow case, and then he notices something else — a small wet patch outlined in your panties.

jungkook feels his breath hitch in his throat, his eyes zeroing in immediately as he walks closer to the bed, falling to his knees on the covers behind you, but never hard enough to stir you from your sleep.

he gulps, how could you look so perfect ? and why were you so wet ?

his mind swarms with thoughts, his body filled with heat as he wonders if you had touched yourself while he was in the next room, if you craved touch but couldn’t settle for anything less than him. he feels a weight hang on his shoulders, his cock throbbing unbearably in his pants as he feels an overwhelming need for you take over.

without a second thought, his hands fall to the waistband of his sweatpants, quickly pulling them down along with his boxers to reveal his throbbing hard on.

he pumps himself for a moment or two. where does he start? you were sprawled out perfectly on your bed, your cunt obviously ready for him, even if you didn’t know he was there. he halts his movements, still hearing the gentle hum of your snores in the background, and he positions himself between your legs in response, bringing a hand to your panties to pull them aside.

he drags the head of his cock over your folds, relishing in your wetness as he pauses, waiting to feel you stir, hear a whine of concern, but there’s nothing.

he takes your silence as his queue and slowly begins to bury himself into your warmth, your walls stretching to accommodate his size with ease as your body unknowingly lets him in. his breath seizes as he feels your cunt squeeze him deliciously, stifled moans begging to be released as he bottoms out inside you, his head hung low as he tries to catch his breath.

you were so wet, so perfect, and all for him. even in sleep you stayed still and obedient for him, and it was driving him insane.

jungkook begins a tireless pace on your cunt, his thrusts slow and gentle as he feels you tighten around him with every pump of his delicious cock.

he carefully drags the comforter over your back, protecting you from the cold of the night, and hopefully keeping you asleep long enough for him to empty his load inside you. but you were more than perfect, you were irreplaceable. your body subconsciously relaxing deeper as you feel the added warmth to your back, completely unaware of your boyfriend falling apart above you.

with every thrust of his hips he can feel his balls tighten, his body aching for release as his movements begin to quicken, so much so, that he forgets you’re asleep.

mindless praises falling from his lips as he worships you subconsciously, his mind only focused on one thing — you.

“so perfect, baby. my perfect girl.” he lowers himself closer to your body, a hand on either side of your head as his tattooed hand grips the comforter tighter, a coil in his stomach beginning to build as he feels himself drawing closer and closer to the edge.

your dream stutters momentarily, pictures of you and jungkook on a romantic date quickly being brushed away as your mind returns to reality. the first thing you notice isn’t his heavy breathing beside your ear, nor his length stretching your walls deliciously, but the feeling of a tightness within your abdomen.

“mmm.” you moan gently as your body stirs, your eyes fluttering open as they’re consumed with darkness, only a small piece of your boyfriend’s tattooed arm falling in your vision.

“shhh it’s okay, baby.” his sweet voice hums as you finally feel him between your legs, his cock moving feverishly inside you, brushing against your walls perfectly as you let out a loud moan, your wetness only increasing as you grip the sheets beside you.

“kook? f-fuck.”

“shhh, don’t try to talk baby. it’s just me. needed to feel you. go back to bed, sweetheart.” his voice is soft and soothing but the tension in your stomach screams otherwise, your body desperate for release.

he quickly notices your movements, your whines, the way your bum pokes out slightly, begging for more, and he carefully brings a hand down beneath you to your throbbing clit in response.

“there there. this what you wanted sweetheart?” you moan at his words, your legs beginning to shake as you nod your head quickly, the feeling of his fingers circling your clit were almost enough to send you over the edge. but his pace never slows, if anything, his hips quicken as he drives into you mercilessly, thankful that he doesn’t have to hold back now that you’re fully conscious.

“that’s it, good girl.” his words spur you on as he watches you begin to come undone, him easily knowing every spot in your body that gets you going the most. his fingers slowly circle around your clit, your legs shaking slightly as you moan out, loving every movement of his cock inside you. your knuckles are white from gripping at the sheets, your head spinning as you feel like you’re still half unconscious, but jungkook can only think about one thing — the pressure in his balls signaling his closeness.

“cum with me angel, wanna feel you.” his voice is shaky but his hips stay consistent, each thrust building the intensity in your stomach as you feel the coil begin to grow. you were so close, just teetering on the edge of your release, and you knew he was too as his fingers that were once rubbing your clit with calculated movements, were now messy and vigorous. his cock begins to twitch as he feels your walls tense around him as he thrusts deeper, hitting your g-spot so perfectly that it sends you into your climax suddenly.

“f-fuck.” he stutters as he feels you tighten, your moans spiraling through his head as he takes one final plunge inside of you, burying his cum deep within your stomach as he bottoms out.

your breath is heavy as you feel yourself return to reality, the warmth of your boyfriend’s chest against your back bringing you a sense of comfort. god had you missed his touch.

he looks down at his now softening cock as he pulls it out of you, watching a small stream of his juices trickle out of your pulsing hole, collecting it with his fingers before dipping it back inside of you, the sensation making you gasp.

“gotta clean you up, baby.” he rasps, his voice now deeper than normal, whether due to tiredness or the sex you weren’t sure, all you could focus on was his fingers dipping in and out of you gently, moving in circles as his pads brush against your walls. you’re unable to control the low moan that leaves your lips at the feeling.

“sore?” his movements cease as he leans forward to gauge your reaction. but you shake your head in response.

“feels good.” your voice shakes as you begin to move your hips in response to his gentle assault on your cunt, your body writhing against the sheets as it begs for more.

jungkook smirks as he watches how desperate you are, even in such a fucked out state. he must’ve made you wait much longer than he intended.

“sweet girl.” he brings his free hand up to your head as he begins to stroke it calmly, his fingers still moving within you so carefully that you’re not sure whether he’s even trying to turn you on.

his hand falls down to your back, slipping under your shirt as he rubs circles on your hot skin, his hands perfectly calloused from lifting weights that they almost feel rough against you, and it only amplifies everything you’re feeling.

“kook, please.” you whimper, your tone much softer than you’d intended. his touch was driving you crazy, everything about him, you must’ve been ovulating with the way you felt everything so intensely.

“hmm? what is it, baby? what does my sweet girl want?” he hums, his fingers curling inside of you as he watches you begin to squirm, the crooked smile never leaving his face. he knew exactly what he was doing.

you groan, completely burnt out from his teasing. “more kook.”

he quirks a brow, his fingers curling again as he brings his free hand down to your bum, massaging your cheeks gently.

“more? what more could you want? i’m just cleaning you up, baby.”

you groan again, now fully irritated as you kick your legs slightly in annoyance, turning your head over your shoulder to see the wicked grin plastered to his lips.

“pleaseeeee.” you whine, rutting your hips in an attempt to feel more of him. his grip on your ass tightens but his fingers continue to move gently inside of you.

“behave, sweetheart. just relax, i’m right here. you know i always take care of you, right?” his pace begins to quicken but never lose their gentle feel, still carefully dragging every inch of your walls, and curling up into your g-spot perfectly.

“f-fuck, kook.” you moan out, whether from the gentle overstimulation of his fingers inside you, or the way he carefully caressed your back, everything was too much yet not enough at the same time. you were obsessed with him, with the way he made you feel — how he was so rough yet touched you so sweetly, how he dragged the pads of his fingers against your walls, the hushed praises falling from his lips… he was simply too much to bare.

“there you go, that’s my girl.” he watches intently as you move your hips in synchronization with him, your body melting into his every touch as what was meant to be him riding you off your high, turned into something entirely different.

he leans down into your ear, bringing his hand that was on your back up to your neck as he carefully pulls your hair aside, peppering kisses along your damp skin, only building the intensity within you.

his lips stall as he licks a stripe up your neck, stopping by your ear to pull it into his teeth with ease, only nibbling it for a second before releasing it and watching as you fall apart beneath him.

“ughhh” you bury your face into your pillow, completely overwhelmed with pleasure as he continues his ministrations on your already tired cunt.

“words, baby.”

you groan at his response, unsure of how to put your emotions into words, but he’s unsatisfied with your reply — quickly bringing his once gentle hand on your hair back down to your waist and flipping you over with ease, plunging his fingers back into you once your eyes have met one another.

“speak up.” he demands, his voice now filled with lust.

you moan out at the sudden harshness of his movements, cowering under his intense gaze.

“just - ahh - just want you kook.”

he flashes a crooked smile at you, leaning back down into the bareness of your neck.

“you have me, baby. i’m all yours.” his voice a hushed, seductive whisper as he begins assault your neck, his fingers never ceasing.

the feeling is almost unbearable, the coil in your stomach quickly returning with every perfect curl of his fingers and lap of his tongue against your hot skin.

you were a mess — writhing, legs shaking, hands clawing at any part of his body you could use to stabilize yourself, but it was not nearly enough to bring you off the edge that was only drawing nearer.

“close.” you whimper, your knees threatening to clamp shut on his hand until he quickly pins them down, holding you in place and directing his gaze onto your sopping cunt. he wanted to see it all. not just the way you tightened around him, or the way you gushed all the way down his knuckles, but the way you pushed out his seed in the process. he wanted to see it all.

“cum, baby. such a perfect girl, all for me. let me see you cum.” and with a final curl of his fingers, you were sent soaring back over your high. even if it wasn’t as strong as the first, it was just as passionate, if not more. the way his eyes were fixed on your center drove you crazy, his tongue darting out to wet his perfect lips, he was pure sex.

your eyes fluttered shut, your body unable to process what had happened, but you could faintly feel him removing his fingers and placing gentle kisses on your legs, your skin covered in goosebumps for as far as the eye could see.

“good girl, you did such a good job, angel.” you hear his gentle praises as he begins to clean you up properly, admiring the mess you made of your shared bed.

you wish you could respond, you with you could thank him, but your mind had already drifted off into a slow, deliberate sleep — one deeper than you could’ve ever imagined you’d be receiving tonight.

if you thought you were exhausted before, it was nothing compared to the state of you now.