#like I said; I have one vote for smut but now I need to figure out where to put it and also how to write it again

[hwavsg4ch4n]

Awkward|| L.M

Note: hi guys, this is actually a music series (more info linked) bonus. I usually write multiple versions of a smut per song and choose which one fits the vibe the most. this one was actually supposed to be for SYNERGY (linked), but I reworked it and made it better for "Awkward". I haven't been here for a while and decided that I'm the kind of writer that likes to pop in randomly lol. I'm thinking about turning this into a mini-series separate from the music series. After you read this, please follow the link at the end and vote on the pole if you think this would be a good mini-series! ps. word count of 4,783... get a snack.

Disclaimer: I have decided not to no longer put any tags in my works to avoid unneeded spoilers. I will only warn when there are extremely triggering aspects in my work. Read at your own discretion.

Synopsis: You've been single for years, it's sad really. coming up with excuse after excuse as to why you should be okay. Then society introduced the appearance of 'soulmates', and somehow everything got worse. But then there's your boss, what should you do with him...

this is a mature work of fiction (18+), this does not represent any real-life figures, this is just for entertainment.

Music series bonus <masterlist>

You tilted your head back, gulping down the rich red wine as the brisk night air glided across your naked arms.

What was love? It was stupid, at least that’s what you always told yourself. Love is dumb, for the weak; and you weren’t weak. You wished you believed your thoughts, but you couldn’t help but crave love. What it felt like, sounded like, what it smelled like, what it tasted like. 

Jealousy was a disease and you hated to admit that you were practically hospitalized and in a coma from said disease. 

However, solidarity was alright sometimes. It was rewarding, no arguments, no having to worry what your partner was up to if they were taking care of themselves properly. You only had to worry about yourself… is it bad that was your biggest con to single life? Only having to worry about yourself.

You told yourself this for years. That was until early last year, when the CDC came out with a new phenomenon. They called it, soulmates. You thought it was corny. You watched as scientists explained the symptoms, and how it starts. How it feels, how you can differentiate your feelings blah blah blah, it was bullshit in your eyes. But not many felt the same. 

The day after the news of soulmates reached the public, your office became littered with pairings. Mia from accounting and Felix in your branding apartment paired up instantly. Everyone saw that one coming. They were frauds, had to be, the CDC said their research is still new, meaning they’ll need long-term volunteers that they’ll compensate. That's when fake soulmates started appearing. You called bullshit when the news stated authentic soulmates are now being deemed rare. The CDC just wanted to cover its tracks, hiding another economic decline. Soulmates weren’t real.

Your loneliness grew worse because of your slight rebellion. You didn’t put yourself out there, scared someone would falsely claim you as a soulmate. It’s nights like this where you want to let yourself fall in line. Here you are, alone at the Valentine’s Day company party for another year, this time due to self-sabotage. You already hated this holiday, but of course, science had to make it worse. On the balcony sipping expensive wine your boss bought for everyone, you tried your best to drown out the jazz music and giggles as coworkers showed off their engagement rings.

Minho watched you through the glass door of the balcony with hesitancy. He tuned out the conversation he was dragged into. “Mr. Lee, what are your opinions on soulmates.” He looked at the second department secretary, taking in her inquiry, “I’m not quite sure.” He was telling the truth, he didn’t think much of it, if it was true great, if it wasn’t, it didn’t really affect him in any way, probably just another pity thing. The marriage statistic was getting low, he read it in a paper. Minho took one more sip from his whiskey glass before setting it down and excusing himself.

Everyone in the office knew that Minho, the COO of this company, took a liking to you; everyone was jealous in fact. The kind, extroverted, unmarried, painfully attractive man… liked you. The seemingly cold, work-a-holic, introvert of a woman. He’s liked you since before the news came forth with their studies, yet you were oblivious. Your self-esteem is so low that you wouldn’t dare to even think a man like Minho would see you in such a way, not when people are trying to claim the bachelor every day. 

You looked over your shoulder as the balcony door opened. You smiled politely, “Mr. Lee, how are you?” You asked gently. He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your voice, not even trying to hide the shivers that trailed down his spine at your tempt voice. “I’m doing well, but I couldn’t help but feel bothered when I saw you out here alone. Are you not cold, Ms. L/n?” You watched as he made his way next to you, leaning against the metal railing. He gazed at the city skyline, awaiting your answer.

You took another sip of wine. “It’s a bit chilly, but I can manage.” Short and simple, polite. That’s all Minho got from you. He's never wanted a person to rant to him for hours so badly, but that would be seen as unprofessional. He clears his throat, standing up straight. “Are you not having fun?” He asked. Maybe it was the wine that compelled you to answer him differently than you normally would. “To be honest, Mr. Lee,” He raised his brows, turning to you fully. “What is it?” You let yourself answer. “I don’t really favor office parties.” You chuckled before downing the last bit of your wine.

Minho frowned before biting his lip. “I hope it’s okay that I call you by your name,” He started, “Sure.” He gulped dryly before giving you an offer. “Would you like to get out of here, y/n?” You finally faced him, brows furrowed as your eyes lingered across his figure, taking him in.

White button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, black slacks, dark auburn hair fallen into his eyes, the eyes that were surveying you softly. It would be strange, to ride off into the night with your boss on the night the company is rumored to rename the festive party ‘soulmates night'. But you’ve had about 3 full glasses of wine, and you’re bored plus inquisitive.

“Where would we be going?”, he smiles.

After bidding an awkward goodbye to your coworkers, and avoiding questioning looks about the two of you leaving together; you finally made it to Minho’s car.  

“Wanna catch a late movie?” Your head tilted in question, he drove out of the parking lot the humming of the engine fills the silence. Smirking to yourself in disbelief, you agreed. 

The ride was filled with conversation, the longest non-work related conversation you’ve had with this man. He spoke of everything you didn’t think he’d speak of. How he missed home, how living in a bustling city was fun, but the sound of waves beat the sound of honking horns. You couldn’t help but ask him questions, you didn’t care if they were the right questions. You were comfortable, too comfortable. Was it the wine you downed? Maybe the grand looking air freshener in his car. It hurts your pride to admit that it might just be him. He smelled nice and spoke to you gently in that voice he would use to remind you of your lunch hour. 

You took in a breath as his hands on the steering wheel came into view, “Oh sweet jesus”. You pressed yourself into the black leather seat. It’s the wine, it has to be the wine. Minho turned to you as he finished parking, “You ready?” 

-

No one was there in the theater, no one but the two of you. You couldn’t focus on the movie, all you could focus on was how you were alone with Minho, completely alone with him. 

You were zoned out until you were pulled back to reality. “Are you enjoying the movie?” He whispered, not looking in your direction, his eyes glued to the projected screen. You couldn’t help but ask bluntly, “What are we doing?” 

Minho looked at you, you felt his gaze so you looked back. “Mr. Lee, it’s soulmates night.” He frowned, chewing on his popcorn. His heartbeat quickened, were you implying something?

 It was dark, but you could see him like there was the light of a halo above him. “What do you wish we were doing, Y/n?” Why did he ask you that? Why did he ask like he wanted to fulfill a wish?

You looked away, parted lips and furrowed eyebrows. He couldn’t see your face properly, he took your silence as rejection, and maybe he read you wrong. “I don’t mean to upset you, I apologize. Let’s finish the movie, then I’ll take you home?” You didn’t want to finish the movie, you weren’t even watching the boring movie.

Your heart was pounding, was this what proper desire felt like? It felt different from your crush on the Grey’s Anatomy guy. Was this what being wanted felt like? But he’s your boss… You felt a surge of warmth, a shallow buzzing feeling accumulated in your fingertips, must be excitement. Your conscious almost coming alive, fuck it, give in. You did just that.

Biting your lip you breathed in deep, “I don’t want to continue the movie.” You stated in a whisper. You couldn’t see it clearly, but Minho grew worried, worried he scared you off completely.

“Oh- would you like to, would you like for me to take you home now, Miss. L/n?” He didn’t want to use your first name, afraid of abusing his power. It made you flinch, “I thought you said… you were gonna use my name from now on?” You whispered. Finding his eyes in the slim light provided by the screen.

He licked his lips, although it was out of his nervousness, the action made you gulp. “My apologies, Y/n.” you weren’t aware of it yet, but you held all the power at this given moment. He’d do anything you told him to with no question.

“I do want to get out of here, but I don’t want to go home Mr. Lee.” You said, standing up, and grabbing your purse. Minho stood up as well, eyes never leaving your form as he studied you for unspoken answers.

“I would like to see where my boss lives, I’ve always been curious.” your lashes fluttering, as you peered up at him with a quick pulse and sweaty palms. What if you read him wrong, what if he dismissed you and fired you on the spot? What if this whole ordeal was just because he pitied you for being single for every Valentine’s Day party?

“Well, I should let you overcome your curiosity, shouldn’t I Y/n?” He said with amusement. “After you.” He moved out of the way, letting you lead the way out of the theater.

You continuously asked yourself what you were doing on the drive to his house. Well, you knew what you were doing. You were lonely, and tired of it, taking up a messy offer that could end up in you getting scammed by this man. You’ll apologize in the mirror later. Hitting rock bottom was something you would worry about tomorrow. Your hazy mind only lets you think about his veiny hand gripping the gear shift.

What would happen if you took it upon yourself to place him where you wanted him? 

Working up the courage, you sucked in a breath before allowing your fingers to trace his cufflinks, trailing your fingers around his wrist. His fastened pulse boosted your ego, looking to see his reaction. Minho remained focused on the road, with no intention of stopping you as he blinked and took more deep breaths than a calm human would.

You couldn’t help but lick your lips as you brought his hand to the warm flesh of your warm thigh, just under the hem of your black tweed skirt. Your blood pumped at the thought of how he’s letting you have your way. He wanted this too, to touch you. His hand was warm, and comforting. You liked how pretty it was on your skin, admiring the visual as your nails traced his veins.

Minho didn’t mean to squeeze, he did it subconsciously. He didn’t realize he did it until you gasped shallowly, clenching your thighs around his hand and looking up at him with the lowest gaze he’s ever seen from you.

“Sorry.” He muttered, rubbing his hand along the inside of your thigh in an attempt to soothe, not wanting to get you too worked up just yet. But his touch had the opposite effect. You didn’t want to wait anymore. It was known that Minho’s house was in the rich part of the city, all the way across town. Even Though it was a mere 30 minute drive, the distance felt like an eternity. 

“Minho,” Minho gulped dryly. Your deep tone sent shock waves through his body, he enjoyed how his name dripped off your tongue. “Yes, Y/n?” His voice remained steady, not wanting to ruin something that could get so good. “I want you to pull into the park, I wanna watch the sky with you.” You whispered. Minho’s heart grew soft as you continued to trance his veins. He nodded silently, ready to take every command you asked of him.

You watched as he parked, the view of the city was beautiful, but that wasn’t your focus as of now. 

There was a silence, loud, swallowing the city sounds in the distance. Your body shifted, rotating towards him. Minho turned to you, his grip on your thigh tightening slightly as he took in the view of you. “Kiss me,” Yes you were being blunt, and bold, but you didn’t care. Who cares?

You grinned as Minho pulled you on his lap, his strength not surprising you; considering how his arms looked way too confined in every dress shirt he owned. Your eyes shut as his lips collide with yours. Soft, buttery, warm, so so warm, and buzzing… your lips were buzzing. The feeling of him was clouding your judgment. Minho’s hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer. He tilted his head, kissing you deeper. Pulling back slightly, he watched as you followed him. Minho smiled, softly chuckling. You opened your heavy lids, growing shy to see his gaze. Your lips parted as he pushed you even closer, rubbing against the growing tent in his slacks, you jolted as your core began to buzz as well. Your lips molded with his once more, and the sounds of what you presumed to be fireworks sounded in the distance.

 His breathing was heavy as you disconnected to catch your breath. Minho’s hands tilted your head to the side slightly, breathing you in softly, lips grazing your skin as you shuttered, your fingers gripping his sleeve. He licked his lips before kissing your collarbone, traveling up your neck, absorbing every gasp you let out. 

You feel his hand slide to the back of your head, angling your face down so his eyes can meet yours as he lays his forehead on yours. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you, y/n.” Your heart panged, searching his eyes for truth. He wanted you, Minho, your boss, wanted you. 

Your hands traced his bottom lip, and you blinked softly, “Take care of me then, yeah?” You whispered. He smiled gently, gripping your jaw and pulling you back. 

The both of you suck in a breath as Minho presses his lips to yours once more, his hand pushing your head impossibly closer. He wanted to feel you, meet with you in ways he’d only imagined. You were letting him give you what he thought was impossible for him. Truthfully, he would’ve liked to ask you out on a proper date. But this would suffice if it was what you wanted from him.

The two of you kissed for a while, gradually feeling and touching each other. Feeling what was never seen. Your body grew warmer, the buzzing centered to your stomach as you bunched up his shirt, wanting to feel his skin bare against yours. “Minho,” It didn’t mean to sound like a plea, “What is it? What do you want me to do?” His voice was breathy, low, needy, and ready to please. You couldn’t get enough. “Off.” You tugged at his collar. Barely even a second later, he began to unbutton his shirt. You wasted no time placing your hands on his sculpted chest once exposed, gulping as you stared at his skin. Absentmindedly gliding your manicured fingers across him.

Minho watched your every move, whimpering as your fingertips flicked his nipples. Your nails left gentle scratches, he licked his lips at the sight. He can’t recall ever wanting someone so badly, to the point he was painfully hard, closing his eyes and throwing his head back at the slightest touches you granted him. 

You wanted his reaction intensively, feeling his twitching member under you as you pinched and rubbed his nipples. His chest rose and fell at a somewhat hurried pace, the tips of his ears grew red, and so did his lips as he couldn’t stop licking and biting at them. It’s not like the action helped keep him quiet. His heavy breathing began to get mixed in with soft whimpers.

You smiled, “Who knew you’d be so sensitive.” You mumbled. “Sorry… uhm. I’m not usually like this.” You grinned at his hushed awkwardness. “Trust me, I don’t mind.” You whispered back, your hands continued tracing the outline of him. One by one you left open kisses on his neck, traveling up behind his ear. You sucked at his warm skin, “I hope the secretary doesn’t see what I’m leaving on you Mr. Lee, I think she might have a crush on you.” You said playfully, smiling against his clammy skin, sucking another bruise. Minho’s hands travel to the bottom of your skirt in response, pulling the fabric to bunch at your waist. He squeezes at your thighs as you find the spot that meets his shoulder and neck, his breath shallows. His hips bucking as you suck and nip at the skin. You were hot to the touch, it heightened the feeling of you on him. 

Minho isn’t sure how you got the one up on him, but he lets your hands wander to the buckle of his belt. He looks up at your face, your eyes full of determination as you swiftly take off his belt, unbuttoning his pants. He can’t help but smirk as he feels heat center in his stomach, “You’ve got me right where you want me y/n,” Your movements slow as you start to push his pants down to his ankles, “You’re the only one who’s ever gotten me like this.” Minho watches you bite your lip as he feeds into your ego. His eyes shoot down as you grasp his erection through his boxers. “Haven’t been this hard in so,” his voice shakes as your grip tightens “So long, fuck baby.” Your lips part at his words, looking up to see his head thrown back at the seat. You tap at his tip, the fabric starting to stick to his precum as you admire the bites you left on his skin. 

“Minho,” You call out softly, he opens his eyes to see you staring at his member. The look in your eyes almost makes him ask if you want him to take over. Your eyes were glazed over, your lips pouty as you tug at his boxers, he smirks slightly. “I’ll get these out your way, sorry baby.” Your pussy clenched around nothing at the use of the pet name again, it feels so good to be called that, the buzzing shoots to your core before centering again. It almost felt like a boost of arousal, you were too enraptured by the man in front of you to care.

Your hands returned to his stiffened member as soon as it sprang free, you felt Minho tense at your touch. You looked up at him as you began to stroke him lightly. His eyes were hooded, he watched your hand quickly become slick with his arousal as you pumped at a careful pace. Minho licked his lips, noticing through his foggy mind how you still remained fully dressed. Your thighs only exposed because he decided to tease just once. Yes, his words earlier were to edge on your performance, but they were true. Minho has never been on the receiving end, he loved giving, if you told him to take over he’d do it gladly. More importantly, his need to please was strong, if pleasing you meant stepping back a bit he’s happy too. However, he didn’t anticipate his sensitivity to your touch. He hears himself whimper as your pumping speeds up, the rising heat traveling down to his member. He jolts as the pleasure intensifies. A hand hovers over your pumping one before holding himself back and placing it back on your thigh.

He’s starting to lose a battle, don’t cum, not yet, she’ll get bored soon and touch you somewhere else, don’t fucking cum. He chanted to himself, one of his hands moved to your ass, gripping as his other kept shelter on your thigh. You watched as he shut his eyes tight, his lips parting as he huffed out puffs of air. You smiled in triumph as he began to shake his head side to side, starting to lose his internal war, “B-baby… y/n, I’m gonna c-cum baby,” His voice was hoarse.

You tilted your head, sliding your pumping up to only his tip. His thighs jolted, his eyes opening as he started to look at you for pity. He only saw you looking at his dick dreamily, the heat in his stomach pulses. He swallows down his need to overcome you, opting to let himself relax.

Minho cursed, he groaned deeply, throwing his head back. His brain started to become unmanageably fuzzy. 

“Y/n.” He whispered, licking his lips.

His smooth thighs flexed.“You’re so good baby,” Your lips parted at his soft whimper.

You grin, slowing down your pumping, giggling as he whimpered trying to fuck your palm the heat causing his tip to pulse. “You like me huh, Minho?” Your words were teasing. You were met with an eager nod. Cooing, you slipped off your underwear. You looked into his brown eyes, just when you thought he let himself surrender fully, he had some fight left in him. 

He gripped your waist, biting his lip as he guided you over his throbbing member. You let him sink you down onto his warmth. You whimpered, Minho watched carefully, looking for signs of you needing him to take over. Only for him to get knocked down again, his brows furrowed as you brace a hand on his blushed chest, beginning to ride him. He stared at your clothed chest, your nipples hard enough for the outline to push past your bra and blouse. With heavy breaths his eyes traveled up your littered neck, finally landing on your blissed face. “Pretty,” He whispered, so soft you barely acknowledged it. His brain was swirling with only the image of you, the smell of you reminding him of a warm cabin.

You looked down at him, giggling at his starry eyes and beads of sweat, you were unaware of the state his mind was in. You were enthralled by the thought of him being so pliant. Never in a million years did you think your boss would be under you with a flushed face and a throbbing dick. You feel his dick pulse as he squeezes his eyes shut. Your hands make their way to his jaw, “Are you holding your cum from me, Mr. Lee?” His member throbs again. Your voice and playful words have him shaking his head, gripping your ass so hard you're sure there will be a mark, it stirs you on. “Want you to... To cu-cum first.” He whispered. Your walls flutter and tighten around him, Minho’s eyes snap open, lifting you off him, and you forget about his strength for just a moment.

You peered down to see his jumping member and quivering thighs, precum leaking and he tried to catch his breath. You didn’t let him, you swatted his hold away, ignoring his groan as you seethed him back into your warm hole. “Ah, fuck I can’t hold it, baby.” He rasped out, listening to how wet you were. You didn’t answer him, tuning out his winning, starting to chase your own high that's been building up while watching him. The buzzing started to spread. You gripped his shoulders, pushing yourself closer to him. Minho’s hand placed itself on your sweaty back, bracing himself. His other hand slid down to your thigh, grazing where he was buried into you. His grip tightened, spreading your slick puffy lips slightly. “Min, that's so good.” You whimpered. He hummed, burying his head into your neck. He shifted, widening his legs the best he could, and started to meet your thrusts. 

Your mouth formed an O, tears forming in your eyes as he hit the gummy spot you never reached on your own. Before you knew it your body began to go numb from the pleasure, the buzzing reached every inch of you in what felt like a millisecond. Minho felt your muscles detense, he whimpered as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He chuckled tiredly at the sound of your babbling. You finally needed him, you were close and god knows he is too. He fucked into you like you’ve unlocked a different part of him. 

“Gonna c-cum min.” You whimpered, “I know baby, I Know.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, feeling his self control finally coming to an end. He grunts, taking a hand and reaching between your radiating bodies. You moan so loud you're sure any late night hikers would be able to hear you. Your thighs shake as if it feels you’re physically experiencing the color red, the buzzing now being heard in your ears, distracting you from your release covering his thighs as yours shake. Minho grunts before he bites down on your shoulder, seeing sparks of deep green as he squeezes his eyes shut, spilling himself into you as he starts to hear crackles of fire. 

When you close your eyes you're met with the visions of the man that’s under you. Images of his life, his milestones,  you feel what he felt all in the blink of an eye. The images seize, and you’re yanked out of the dreamy state, catching your breath. You gulp, slowly facing him. His eyes meet yours, “Did you see that?” he whispered. You nodded, your fingertips still buzzing. “I-is this that soulmate thing?” his voice slightly above a murmur. Your body tensed, “What?” He looked into your eyes, he could almost feel your fear, “U-uh nothing.” He lifted you off him gently, ignoring what the sight of his release dripping from you did to him. Minho watched as you straightened yourself out in the passenger seat of his car. His eyes glanced at the foggy windows before returning to your now tense form.

Were you his… soulmate? He thought it was just a speculation that scientists made up to give the single population hope. He cleared his throat, putting his softening member back into his boxers, and lifting his pants up. “I’ll, uhm… I’ll drive you home.” Minho licks his lips nervously as he puts on his wrinkled button down. He looked at the time on his watch, 12:57am. He moves to turn on the engine. 

“You believe them?” Minho glanced your way, taking in your question. “Do you believe what they say on the news?” He blinked, thinking of a proper answer as he started to drive out of the parking lot. “I mean,” He turned to enter the freeway. “If it’s on the news, there has to be some truth.” You took in his words, rolling down the window. “Y/n, the… symptoms that they described, that’s what just happened.” You frowned, looking out the window taking in his words. “I saw you, your middle school graduation,” you glower at him, his eyes were on the road, only glancing at you briefly. “I saw your first, and only relationship…” He paused, seeing your hands clasp together nervously out of the corner of his eye. He changed the topic, “When I… finished, I saw green, a forest green. And I heard fire, like a campfire.” 

You gazed at his side profile. Without a word, you looked forward. You gave him the directions to your apartment.

As he pulled into your driveway, you grabbed your purse putting it on your shoulder. Minho said nothing when you opened the door as soon as he came to a stop, not even giving him a chance to put the car in park. You stepped out, your heels clacking on the pavement. You took in a deep breath before bending down, coming into his view again. You looked at his longing eyes, waiting for you to say anything to grant him peace of mind. “I’ll see you on Monday Mr. Lee.” With that, you closed his door. Gulping down anxiety as you steadily walk to the entrance of your apartment.

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[oddballwriter]

Honey, I'm Home

Summary: Taking up the role of being your little househusband was something that Jake wasn't really expecting to enjoy so much, but man, does he really love it~

Warnings: Househusband Jake. Househusband kink. 

Author’s Snip: All of you liked my idea of a househusband Jake smut. So I'm giving you what you want. I was originally going to post this after the four fics/one-shots that I had you guys vote on but i thought why not, I kind of wrote it before I had the results in. Also, before any of you can say the joke... three voices come from the gramophone /ref.

Notes: In this, Jake is his own person instead of being an alter of Marc but was also formerly Khonshu's avatar until Khonshu decided to excuse him from his duties. Listen, you aren't here for all that, you're here for the househusband Jake smut. Also, yes, the reader knew about Khonshu when Jake was Moon Knight.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 688

The role and life of a househusband wasn't one that Jake expected to play out and live. What with his work in being the hand of justice for Khonshu. Needing to track down, run around, fight, extract information by any means necessary, and even kill. He's honestly surprised he managed to gain a spouse in that part of his life. So the idea of even slightly being a homebody was something that never crossed Jake's mind once. With him always having a mission, he would hardly have the ability to do house work.

So when Khonshu came and said that he was satisfied with Jake's work and wanted to release him from it and then promptly did, without much talk about it on Jake's part, Jake didn't really know what to do now.

You two had a talk about what Jake could do now with all this new free time. Sure, Jake now had time for more hobbies but there was still so much time on his hands. That was when you jokingly suggested that he should be a househusband. It was a good laugh for a minute until you off-handedly mentioned that you earned enough to support both of you so he could actually take on the role.

That's when Jake decided to give being a homebody a try for a month. And in that month, Jake swears that something just tapped into his brain and he enjoyed this kind of role. Sure, it wasn't easy. He had to stay on top of the chores and errands that needed to be done and do the cooking dinner. But there was something about doing all that work and seeing you come home with a smile on your face as you see him and the house that just completely rewired his brain. By the end of the month, he had an order for a nice apron placed and damn near bought the ones with cute frills on it, ready to be your little househusband. It really did something to him.

It wouldn't be until a while after adopting this lifestyle that Jake figured out that being your lovely little househusband also did something to him. He doesn't really know where it comes from. But it was there alright.

Maybe it was the idea in society that the person who was the homebody was supposed to be submissive to the breadwinner. Or the way you look when you walk through the front door coming home from work and have a tired smile cross your face when you see him and then say "There you are.". He definitely felt it when you would walk over to him and give him a hug with a kiss on the lips to go with it. Or that time you came home and hugged him from behind. He bent down to the pans he used to cook in the dishwasher after just plating dinner. You had let go of his waist so he could bend but you stood there for a bit and Jake's mind slipped into the dirty for a moment before returning them back and finishing the rest of the dishes, and then eating dinner with you. By god, he thought about that for a long time after that.

It didn't take you that long to figure it out though. You had actually caught on as soon as he started trying to hide his erections whenever you'd innocently call him your sweet little husband or something along those lines. After that, it would be something that you'd bring into the bedroom whenever you were in charge.

"My sweet little husband. So good to me. Always making sure the house is all tidy and clean for me when I come home. He deserves a reward for being so good~" you'd coo into his ear while he shook and panted from whatever you were doing to him. Sometimes you'd say "Let me take care of you since you take such good care of me and the house." and it would turn him into a complete mess.

Becoming a househusband has truly done something to Jake.

[nerdieforpedro]

WIP Thursday

The smut is still ever present. And has leaked into many a fic. The word leak may have been used in some of them, or not. Nerdie is unsure and quite unwell. Like I’m physically fine but you, the mind is swirling.

Anyway… 👀 The docket for this week: One Tim, One Marcus, Two Dieters and a trickle of Din.

I was tagged by @syd-djarin 😎 Thanks for the reminder and all your fics look awesome! 😘

First up, Tim (he’s got plot to get through thank you!):

Doc and Rockford are seated outside of the diner. The cool air feels excellent on her skin. She feels like she’s burning up. Tim likely understood what his brother meant by her satisfaction or lack thereof and that’s before even mentioning him putting your lab coat on her, complimenting her or touching her stomach. Doc still has to process that. So much has happened. “You wanna talk about why you were out with my brother, the outfit, or me getting you in the car Esme? Which elephant do you want to tackle first?” Rockford would have phrased it differently, but he’s tired from the late night paperwork, being worried about her and now trying to think about how he’s going to react to whatever she has to say. 

Second, Marcus Pike (because he's adorable):

“Hey beautiful! You ready for to go? I’m just going to put away some files and we’ll be ready to go.” Marcus doesn’t miss a beat in giving a swift kiss to Imani’s forehead then heading over to his desk and fiddling with drawers. He’s shuffling papers while stealing glances at the woman seated in his office. “Between the shade of orange, your smiling face and those luscious legs tempting me from across the room, we might be late for our reservation.” The good agent Pike wiggled his eyebrows which had his lady friend holding her stomach in laughter.

Lastly, I wrote some Din (because we don't appreciate Din's early armor enough):

Still holding the knife, she lowered it and nodded, “Yes thanks to you. May I know your name to thank you? I can’t see you very well there, could you step forward?” Taking two steps toward him, she stopped three feet before the shadows from the building obscured him. Heavy boots and what sounded to be metal clinked with his steps. His armor was the answer, he wouldn’t need to really tell her. Silver that reflected the moonlight with a t-visor helmet and a modulated voice. None of his skin was exposed, covered in a mix of brown metal and durable cloth and a black cape at his back. Hints of silver dotted his armor from different pieces and from his weapons. Those are a major tenant of their culture - their beliefs.

The graphic above is for the pending Din fic. 😀

And I have one for a pending Dieter fic ( @angelofsmalldeath-codeine this is 30% your fault - thank you. 😊)

Technically, she’d met one of her best friends at a table read for ‘Graceland’ but it didn’t register who he was until there was an entire season making him more central to the plot on the second show. Aisha appreciated that he was serious about getting the character right, adding in changes to better express what the writer’s room was trying to convey. He didn’t do it so much for the slick escapist show on the USA show but she really saw him shine on the screen as Agent Marcus Pike in ‘The Mentalist.’ One thing that the writer’s room voted to write out for his character was all the eating. “No agent is gonna be eating like that,” they always said. Once Dieter Bravo ate the takeout in the scene while dolling out his lines, the director loved it so they quickly pivoted on that creative choice.

And I can’t leave Dieter and Maya out you know! I haven’t been chipping away at them slowly, there’s a lot to figure out. I’m don’t have much on them unfortunately. 😭

No pressure tags: @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @connectioneverywhere @boliv-jenta @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

@pedroshotwifey @perotovar @julesonrecord @chaithetics @avastrasposts

@slippinninque @rosecentaur1916 @westside-rot @inept-the-magnificent @tinytinymenace

@jessthebaker @sin-djarin @morallyinept @604to647 @djarins-cyare

@djarinmuse @pedroshotwifey

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

The Raven and Dexter one was sooo cute! Would you mind doing a smutty one between them?

Soo soo sorry for the wait!! But please understand I’m only one girl 😭

But anyway I hope you enjoy your smut and I hope you enjoy what I wrote

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Raven felt weird.

She didn’t why but every time she’d look at Dexter she just that this urge to go kiss the life out of him. It was strange because even tho they’d been dating for a few months now she’d never had this urge before.

It was so intens that she had opted to avoiding Dexter as much as possible while trying, and failing, to not make it obvious. Although how she was foolish enough to think she could get anything past her oh so observant boyfriend she didn’t know.

In the first week that she’d been avoiding him he noticed. It was during one of Briars parties that he’d confronted her about it and her with great deal and effort to not pounce on him just made up some excuse and left quickly.

To figure out what was going on Raven set out to find someone she could ask, she thought about asking Apple first but that’d be an awkward conversation for the very traditional in that sort of way princess. So Raven went to the second person she would think of, Ceries.

“So what up Raven.” Ceries smiled at her as she leaned against a tree, Raven sighed and plopped down next to her. “I just feel I don’t know weird around Dexter?” The other girl raised her brows at her as she gazed around the enchanted forest.

“How so? You two were voted ‘cutest most unexpected’ couple on Blondies mirrorcast.” Raven groaned as she threw her head back in annoyance, “I know. And that not the problem it’s just that… I umm feel very strong about uh you know.”

Ceries gave her a questioning look as she plucked grass from the ground, “No raven. I really don’t.” Ravens cheeks heated up as the next thoughts crossed her mind and how she absolutely could not say those things to her friend.

She thought about a different way to say it but every single time she tried to come up with a new way it just made the original look like a saint compared to the others ones. “I just really want to have sex with Dexter.” Raven gasped and clasped her hand over her mouth as the words came out.

Ceries also froze as she looked at her in half disgust and half disbelief, “well… that was um straightforward.” Raven wished a hole would swallow her up right then and there so the embarrassment didn’t have time sink in further.

The two girls sat in silence for a while, just admiring the beauty of the enchanted forest. “Have you told him?” Raven gave the girl a perplexed look, “you want me to tell him?” Cerise nodded and continued to pick grass of the ground.

“I mean that’s probably also why you feel ‘weird’ around him.” Raven rolled her eyes softly and kicked a rock by her feet before she turned to look at her friend. “So your saying that I feel weird because of a lot of built up sexual tension.”

Ceries nodded absentmindedly “yeah pretty much. And besides you two need to get laid.” Before Raven could question her, Ceries perked up and started to look around quickly. “Would you look at that he’s here now. What a perfect time to resolve all those issues of yours.”

Raven was left dumbfounded as Ceries ran of to Grimm knows where and the footsteps on Dexter approached nearer and nearer. He said nothing as he sat beside her and put his arm over her shoulders, the silence that followed was mostly comfortable dispite the things running through her mind.

“So… what are you doing here?” He was the first to break the ice as he turned to look at her, “oh umm nothing just hanging out with Ceries.” At the mention of little reds daughter, Dexter started to look around before turning to Raven again with a raised brow.

“She was here. A few moments ag-.” She was promptly cut of as Dexter moved in and smashed their lips together. Raven froze for a second before melting into the kiss that urge to just have Dexter growing in her with every bite, lick that he was providing to her lips and jaw.

As his lips traveled down her jaw to her throat Raven bit her lips to contain her moan. Wrapping her arms around his neck, raven let her fingers run through pushing him forward so he was now attached to her neck.

As his hands started to travel further down her dress, Raven felt heat course through her body and a tingling sensation form down quickly. Dexters hands ended up finding the zipper of her dress and he without a second thought yanked the zipper down, causing her dress to slide down her arms.

Raven gasped as she felt the air hit her bare back and arms as Dexter started to move the down so he was now ontop of her. Being so caught up in their own lust Raven had nearly forgotten that they were in the enchanted forest where any student could find them.

“Dex… what if someone sees us?” He sighed against her neck and ran his hand up her thigh, “they won’t.” She wanted to question him but all thoughts left her head as soon as his fingers skimmed the line of her panties.

Unconsciously, she bucked her hips and let out a breathy moan. Dexter smiled against the top of her chest where he continued to toy with her panties, Raven just wished she could force him to stop teasing her but she felt completely helpless pinned down under him as he looked at her with dark eyes.

He didn’t break eye contact as he now pushed her panties aside and ran his finger along her slit. She moaned so loudly she feared someone would hear, but again all thought evaporated as Dexter sucked along her breasts and slowly slid one thick finger inside.

“Dex…” he hummed as he bit down gently at the swell of her breast pushing her dress down to her hips as he pumped one finger in and out. The action had her moaning and panting under him in seconds as he also started to take his jacket of.

Ravens walls spasmed around his finger as she felt her climax nearing much sooner than she expected, but inside she was begging that he wouldn’t stop. That he’d tip her over the edge and make her cum so hard her vision blurred.

The actual feeling couldn’t compare to her imagination, instead of blurred vision her sight disappeared completely for a second as a silent scream left her mouth. Dexter also groaned feeling his pants become significantly smaller.

Raven panted and buried her head in his neck as she let out small moans as her high flushed through her body slowly. Dexter continued to pump until she was wiggling in his grip with need for something bigger and thicker.

He slowly sat on his knees, still ontop of her as he looked her dead in the eyes and started to undo his belt. Raven stared back with equal intensity, reaching up as she grabbed his crown and put it on her head. “How does it look?”

He chuckled and threw his belt to the side, “much better on you than me. But I think it’d look better with nothing else on.” Raven ran her tongue along her teeth, holding in a gasp as Dexter practically ripped her dress of her.

She would lecture him but that would have to wait for later. Raven reached forward her nails grazing his lower stomach as she started to pull his pants down, but both being filled with need and lust he helped her yank his pants to his knees before they were embraced in a kiss of passion.

Ravens back hit the ground with a small thud as they fought for dominance over the kiss. She was nearly going to win before the tip of Dexters dick grazed her center, she lost focus and for that split second he took control.

Seeing as he was not doing what she wanted, Raven hooked her legs around his hips and pulled him forward causing his dick to grind against her. Dexter moaned in her mouth and grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand and her hips with the other as he positioned himself.

Without warning he pushed in slowly, the sound of Ravens screams like a melody to his ears as he held her still while pushing the rest of the way in. When he bottomed out he held still for as along as she needed before she gave him the ok to move.

Once she did, the both got lost in the heat and pleasure of their connection, each lost in the feeling of the other. Dexter kept groaning softly against her nape the feeling of her warm walls around him making him feel like this is what true bliss felt like.

Raven also felt like she was going to lose herself in this pleasure, her mind swirling with ecstasy and euphoria as she ran her nails down his back crying out loud as he jerked forward as her nils reached a particular spot.

She did it again and again loving the feeling of his jerks forward and that wild look in his eyes. Dexter on the other hand felt his climax approaching more quickly than he wanted with every jerk forward, but he couldn’t bring it in him to tell her to stop.

He was loving this far to much to stop. Much to his luck, Raven also felt that wave of heat and ecstasy course through her again as she pulled him in ever more tightly. Her walls pulsating with the need to release what was tipping over of the edge.

With a final scratch down his back, Dexter and Raven tipped into their euphoria. Dexter felt like he was going to pass out from the sheer amount of pleasure that was running through him. It was as if he drowning in it, but he never wanted to come out.

Both panting and sweaty, Dexter helped Raven stand up and look for her torn dress as she waved her hand and everything turned back to how it was before. Much to their luck the bell rang just then and they both made their way to the castleteria.

Dexter had his arm wrapped around her waist as they entered and parted ways as he went to get them both food. Raven smiled and waved at him as she sat next to Apple hoping she wasn’t too flushed. But she froze at the girls next words.

“Umm Raven? Why are you wearing Dexters crown?”

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Hope you enjoyed!! As always feel free to share your commissions

Anyway I’m not going to lie as a fanfic writer there’s always characters that I have trouble writing in this way like idk with some I’m like yeah smut and other I’m like how about a picnic??

Like idk how to explain it. But don’t worry that doesn’t mean I’m opposed to not writing about Dexter x Raven

[c-m-stuff]

Hickeys

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

-Description: You and Spencer are having a secret relationship. But, a certain mark on both of your bodies, exposed you.

-Warnings: Fluffiness, mention of smut

-Word count: 884

-Note: (Repost from Wattpad, feel free to send me requests!) Thank you so much, for all the commenting and votes on my stories. I really appreciate it! Love y'all! <3

Masterlist

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Y/N POV:

I slowly opened my eyes, the sun shining on my body. I peacefully turned around, facing my beautiful boyfriend. To my surprise, he already was staring at me.

'You're so beautiful.' he admitted, with his morning voice. Gosh, I love his morning voice.

'Also a good morning.' I chuckled, as I felt my cheeks getting red, blushing from the compliment.

'Spencer, you're gorgeous.' I spoke, giving a good look at him.

A smile grew on his face, as he took me in his arms. Hugging me, and kissing my forehead, sweetly.

'Those hickeys look definitely great on you.' he mentioned, both remembering the events of last night.

'Well, I can say the same thing about you, love.' I said, giving a kiss on his neck, where the hickey was placed.

'But, I think, we have a problem for tomorrow. The team will notice.'

We didn't told the team yet, about us. We are planning to, but just not yet. We love, keeping this little secret, just a little longer between us. Not only cause we like the privacy, also it is pretty excited not to get caught. Especially, to profilers.

'Maybe it fades away by then. I'll go make some coffee.' he answered, causing me to pound by the loss of contact. Automatically, I grabbed his hand, not letting him move.

'Sweetheart, you love coffee in the morning. We both do. And, I will be right back.' he cooed, smiling, as I finally let go of his hand, and let myself fall back on the mattress.

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Spencer's POV:

I smiled at her adorableness, while I went to the kitchen. I made some coffee, as I suddenly heard a knock on my apartment door. I placed the already made coffee on the counter, and walked towards the front door.

I opened it, as their was surprising and confusion on my face. Their stood Morgan, his eyes a bit concerned.

'Morgan, what are you doing here?'

'I came to check up on you. You seemed yesterday a little distracted and it looked like something was bothering you. Is everything alright?'

The surprising and confusion quickly faded, as a small smile appeared on my lips. It felt good, to know he actually cares about me. He wasn't wrong, though. The last case, hit me hard. And, I guess, I was a little distracted yesterday. Obviously, back home,

(Y/N) had noticed, and comforted me, while we talked about it. That helped a lot.

'I'm fine now, but why didn't you text me?'

'You can easily lie on a phone message. It's harder to lie, when I'm in front of you.'

'Well, thank you. I really appreciate it.'

We both gave each other a small smile, as Morgan's eyes got wide.

'Ohh, pretty boy, what didn't you tell me?' he asked, chuckling, and so ready to tease me, about whatever he was talking about.

'What do you mean?' I asked back, getting nervous.

'Something definitely happened. Has pretty boy, a secret relationship or did you get a one night stand?'

'MORGAN!'

'Come on, I need to know. Your hickey betrays everything.' then, the realization hit me like a bullet, I completely forgot about the mark on my neck.

'Umm, there-there is no one.' I managed to speak out, but Morgan didn't buy it.

'You better tell me, pretty boy. Or else, I'm gonna assume you had a one night stand.' now, I have to tell him. The last thing, I want, is that he thinks, I had a one night stand.

'There is this girl.'

'I can't believe, you have a girlfriend. Who is she? Do I know her?'

Just then, we heard footsteps coming from the bedroom.

'Spencer, where is the coffee-'

She walked in, stopping immediately her sentence, when she saw Morgan. She was wearing one of my shirts, which was too large for her beautiful figure. She looked amazing.

'No way! Pretty boy and pretty girl?' Morgan spoke in shock, already laughing.

'I um-' I tried to say something, but I couldn't deny it anymore. The truth is out.

So instead of denying it, I decided to embrace it.

I walked towards (Y/N), who was still standing nervously, and gave her a gentle kiss on her soft lips. We both smiled into it, and pulled apart, as I rested my arm around her shoulders.

'Congratulations you two. You really are made for each other.'

'Thank you.'

'Thanks Derek.'

For a few moments more, we talked. To be honest, we answered his questions. Eventually, Morgan said goodbye, leaving the two of us alone.

'Sorry, love, I didn't know.' I apologized, as she shook her head.

'Don't worry about it, Spence. They were going to find out, eventually. I'm actually glad, now we don't need to do secretly anymore.'

'Now can everyone know, you're mine.' I spoke, teasingly, making her laugh.

'I'm yours, love. And, you're mine.' we shared another sweet kiss, before pulling away again.

'Now, make me some coffee.'

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[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Hello lovelies 🥰

Welcome to my 2/3 follower event!!!

Why 2/3? Well, because I never got a chance to hold an event for 200 followers, and I am now celebrating 300 followers, so 2/3 was born!

Y'all voted on this post for the word count of the requests. 100 words won, with 300 words not very far behind, so I'm leaving it up to you to decide the word count you want for your drabble!

Event details and event masterlist are below the cut.

Event Status: CLOSED

Join my taglist HERE

In an ask (anon or not), please send me the following information:

Step 1: Choose a clone

New! You can now choose one of my clone OCs for a request!

Step 2: Choose platonic or romantic

Step 3: Choose fem!reader or GN!reader

Step 4: Choose SFW or SPICY/SUGGESTIVE (I do not write smut)

Step 5: Choose a word count: 100, 200, or 300 (these will be exact)

Step 6: Choose a dialogue prompt from the list below

Step 7 (optional): Provide extra information such as who is saying the dialogue, the vibe, the scenery, etc.

Please remember that these are short, so not every detail provided may be able to be added to the drabble, but I'll do my best!

NOTE: Please be respectful when sending in requests! I do reserve the right to deny a request if it makes me uncomfortable. I want this to be fun.

Prompt List:

"You... you really mean it, don't you?"

"Say it again. Please. Say it again."

"When's the last time you slept/ate?"

"Stay. Please stay."

"How could you?"

"I'm here. I've got you. You're safe now."

"Leave. Now. Just leave!"

"I'm trusting you."

"Help me."

"What's wrong?"

"I can't. I just can't."

"You were calling out, in your sleep. You said my name."

"You don't have to be alone anymore."

"You're allowed to need help."

"Forgive me."

"Tell me the truth."

"You came back for me."

"You don't get it, do you?"

"You have nothing to apologize for."

"I'm sorry, that was... embarrassing."

"Why haven't you been eating?"

"I think I need a hug."

"Let me take care of you."

"This is all my fault."

"Don't touch me!"

Yes, these prompts are a little angsty, but that's the mood I'm in.

Masterlist:

Hold It Like This (Hunter x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #14)

Hunger (Jesse x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #3)

Promise (Fox x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #6)

Kiss Me (Hound x GN!Reader --- Prompt #9)

Literally or Figuratively (Hardcase x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #3)

Feverish (Hunter x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #23)

Spring Cleaning (Crosshair x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #2)

I Won't Leave You (Crosshair x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #6)

Soup Assault (Gloss (OC) x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #22)

One Game (Tech x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #1)

[eleanore-delphinium]

Firstly those are the titles.

I didn't expect that 103 people would vote. For those that need more than the title to decide at the bottom are some hints.

These are the stories that are more or less more developed and because there is only 10 options available.

And with that said, whatever wins, I will write the summary of the story to the best of my abilities. (because let's be honest, I am very unreliable as a writer.) I will also give a week to give a chance to everyone and I won't be voting so I won't see the results.

Spoilers ahead.

Diaval

A maleficent AU. Been in my mind for 3 years, one of my earlier damirae plots.

My memory of this is blotchy sadly, they have kids here.

I could never actually write this because I can't figure out how I want to write it (and because I forgot some big bits).

Broken Vow

This is messy af. But honestly my fave and for me it's worth it.

Damian has 2 sons.

Damian divorced Raven.

Cheating.

Intrigue.

AFTER

Some JayRae here.

Story starts 5 years after Damian's death.

Nothing much to say about this if it's chosen, I have started this and it's been in my drafts for 2-3 years. I couldn't continue this because I didn't like how I wrote it, but I changed my mind when I reread it recently.

Angst.

The Prince of Wayne

This one kinda pokes fun of like boys over flowers and that kind of stories.

My memory of this is blotchy too.

But there is a plot and I vaguely remember the waypoints.

A World Without a You

This is short, and you guys have seen some of the dialogues of this AU.

Teaser 1 ( Dialogues from Damirae Fics I May or May Not Write. I .)

For reference:

Teaser 2 ( Dialogues from Damirae Fics I May or May Not Write. I(a) .)

I have written this (and been in the WIP graveyard for 2-3 years), but I didn't like it which was why I wanted to scrap it.

Dialogues above were what made me think of this AU.

Smooth Criminal

I tried writing this but never could go pass 2 paragraphs.

Enemies to Lovers.

Raven is in League of Assassins.

Damian is not.

Olympians

Greek Gods AU.

Jon and Raven are sometimes 'lovers/ siblings/ cousins/ some other thing' depending on the situation.

I have wrote this and have been in the WIP graveyard for a 2 years.

Mystery.

Damian and Raven met because he is looking for Hades' Flower.

The Cruel Joke

I wanted to kill someone. So I did.

Major Character death.

Then I realized it is similar to what happened to Barbara Gordon in Killing Joke, which is why the title is the way it is, it is a homage to that.

I have started this, and it is in my WIP graveyard for about 5 months.

The Cruel Joke: Teaser 1

Some of you might have also seen some of the lines, and for reference:

The Cruel Joke: Teaser 2

Marks

This one is one of my earliest Damirae fics too. It has been in my WIP graveyard the longest. Planned to be a 3 parter.

SMUT heavy, so heavy that I had a burnout.

Not a happy ending.

But by technicality it is, because I decided to show alternate worlds.

Damian has an arm sleeve tattoo.

Raven goes to college.

They met because Damian saved the damsel (in distress) on the streets of Gotham.

First And Last

AU is actually in Gods and Monsters wherein Bekka is Wonderwoman and Superman is Hernnan.

The first part was posted, for reference: FIRST 

This is a 3 parter, that obviously never finished.

This actually has the first most unique proposal I ever thought of and I think about it now and then.

[symphonyofmars]

House of the Dead 6

Woah when the person you like likes you back and your brain turns to mush and your heart feels like it’s gonna explode...

Get it together, kid.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, NOTE

MASTERLIST

Word count: 3,470

Fandom: Riverdale

Characters: Malachi, OC (Woman), Archie, Betty, Veronica, Jughead, Cheryl, Toni, Penny

Pairings: Cannon show pairings (as of the end of season 2), Malachi/OC

Warnings: None for this chapter. I have one vote for smut so there may be smut (as soon as I remember how to write smut O_O)

After driving home that night, Malachi didn’t get much sleep. Regardless of that fact, he was still at East Greendale Library at 10am, having parked his car at Persephone’s house at 9:45 and walked there with her. Persephone opened the door just as he turned off the car and got out.

“So you just came here hoping I would be leaving the house at this time?”

“It looked like a fifteen-minute walk from your house and I thought maybe you’d like someone to walk with,” he took her tote bag of extra books off her shoulder as they walked, leaving her to carry her backpack. “See? I can carry your stuff for you.”

“You are just so very weird.”

Malachi laughed.

“Are all guys raised by their grandmother like this?”

“Like what?”

“Secretly old gentlemen.”

He laughed again.

“I’m half expecting you to pull out a pipe and tell me about ‘the good ol’ days.’”

“You’re kicking my foot.”

“Sorry.”

Persephone went back to writing and wrote two more sentences before she could no longer stand the thock, thock, thock, of Malachi’s boot hitting hers. She looked up from the notes she was making and smiled wryly. “You’re still doing it.”

Malachi smiled back. “It was an accident, I swear.”

“Uh huh.”

The library wasn’t very large, but it had accommodations for hundreds of books and was filled with ways to appreciate both the english language and the community that utilized the library. There were handmade posters with recommended books, new books, and activities for all ages. There were children’s reading areas with plush cushions and low kiddie tables and chairs. There were study areas, tables arranged in lines with four chairs each, some had computers and some didn’t.

That was where Malachi and Persephone were seated; her with books strewn around her, him with only two.

“You know, if you wanted to come here to flirt with me you could have just said so. Then I wouldn’t have shown up,” Persephone said with a laugh.

Malachi chuckled. “Maybe we could go somewhere else and flirt instead.”

Persephone smiled and went back to taking notes from her textbook.

Malachi re-read his copy of Lord of the Flies for a few moments before he got bored and decided to ask the question that had been bothering him since he arrived at her house earlier.

“Why do you come here to study?”

“Why?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s what a library is for, isn’t it?”

“Yeah��� but you have a house. Why not study there if you don’t want anyone to bother you?”

She shrugged. “Normally no one bothers me.”

He nudged her foot with his. “Come on. Why bring all of this stuff here?”

She looked at him, then at the sea of books, papers, and office supplies around her. “It’s… nice to not be in an empty house.”

Malachi’s mouth opened in alarm. He thought he should change the subject.

“What are you studying?”

“Biology.”

“Do you like it or are you just trying to get a good grade?”

“Can’t it be both?’ Persephone answered without looking up.

Malachi vaguely wondered if he should leave.

“It’s not… ” Persephone started, Malachi’s sudden attention on her making her freeze. “I know my mom is always working to make sure we even have a house, but it’s like… what’s the point if she’s never in it, you know?”

He nodded.

“I’m not ungrateful, but I also know I can’t convince her to stop working so much. I like being financially secure, but I also like having my mom around.”

He nodded again, slower this time.

Persephone went back to making notes. For about five minutes before she put her pencil down.

“I can’t concentrate.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No. But now I’m thinking about things and… I can’t concentrate on studying.”

“Mm… want to help me?” He brandished his book at her.

“I thought you finished it.”

“I did but now I’m having trouble with the paper. I don’t understand the themes.”

“Well… think of it in the sense of the characters and what they represent. Ralph represents civilization and humanity’s need take the chaos of life and turn it into something constructive. The other side of the coin, Jack, is humanity’s savage instinct, he’s barbaric and cruel and manipulates the younger boys.”

“So it’s like… is that ‘nature verses nurture’? I’ve heard people say that before but I don’t really know what it means.”

“Mmm… that’s more so the debate on if we’re born with our personality or if we develop it over time as we move through life. To explain in a succinct way.”

“Ah.”

“This is more the battle of civilization verses savagery. Should we do things for the benefit of the group? Or should we gratify our own desires and ‘fuck everyone else,’ you know?”

“I guess that explains why they want us to read it.”

“I mean, yeah. If you can get a bunch of teenagers to empathize with Ralph and dislike Jack because he gets some of the boys killed, that’s probably a good thing.” She laughed.

Someone across the room shushed them.

“Hmm…” Malachi thought for a moment.

Persephone went back to making notes from her Biology textbook, her mind less cluttered than before.

“So then… then the book is kind of like Ralph.”

She looked up. “How so?”

“Well… it’s that thing the teacher was talking about, an… ally…”

“Allegory?”

“Yeah. Where each character means something so the story means something.”

“Yeah,” it is.

“So the book is kind of like… trying to show us that we should prefer civilization over savagery because civilization keeps everyone alive and gets things done.”

“Yeah. Like if I just said screw it and didn’t do this biology studying, right? I just knocked all these books off the table and went outside and like, I don’t know, went and just played a ton of video games and ate a ton of junk food and just never came back and didn’t graduate, like… yeah that might be fun while I’m doing it but it would be so hard to get a job later without a high school diploma. And I’d have a bitch of a time trying to get into college.”

Malachi nodded at her explanation until she lost him at the last part. “You want to go to college?”

She nodded back. “Yeah. I want to make something of myself and be able to leave here at some point. At the very least, I just want to have one well-paying job and vacation time so I can actually enjoy my life.”

“Wow. And I was having a hard time figuring out what my extracurricular class was going to be,” he laughed.

“Well… which one seems interesting?”

“I was thinking maybe the auto classes? I like cars and fixing stuff so…”

Persephone smiled. “That’s a great idea. You should do something you enjoy doing.”

Malachi straightened up and his mood brightened. “Yeah, and I think that I could do it as a job and also work on my own stuff. You know, make money and do something I love, so it would be cool.”

“Yeah.”

A man who looked to be in his thirties walked over with a handful of books. Malachi could see from his name tag that he was called Daniel and that he worked there.

“Heyyy, Seph. How’s studying?”

“Hey Daniel. Pretty good.”

“Who’s this?”

“This is Malachi. He’s helping distract me.”

“Ahh,” a vocalization drawn out with a raised brow and a knowing smirk. “So, I have a couple books to sort, but then I have a good literary fact for you today.”

“Okay. We’ll be here.”

Daniel smiled and walked into one of the ‘Librarians Only’ areas with his books.

Malachi leaned in, “That’s the guy you told me about?”

“Yeah. We should work on our stuff quick before he gets back, he’ll blab for a while.”

Malachi did as advised and worked on his paper, while Persephone went back to her Biology notes.

After about fifteen minutes Daniel came back and sat at the table, a smug look on his face.

“So, are you ready for this one?”

Persephone closed her textbook on her notes. “Yes.”

“Charles Dickens?”

“Yes.”

“Hans Christian Anderson?”

“Yes.”

Malachi looked from Persephone to Daniel. “I don't get it.”

“Just checking if you know who they are.”

Malachi didn't but he wasn’t about to admit it. If he were being honest, he kind of wanted Daniel to go away. Not that he was jealous or anything – Daniel was obviously older than them and Persephone was clearly not interested in him in that way – but it was nice to talk to Persephone outside of the school cafeteria. He also wanted to talk about how they ended the night before.

That kiss had kept him up for most of the night, agonizing, wondering if he was insane for liking her as much as he already did, trying to talk himself out of it. Was he being too forward? Not forward enough? During the school week had heard one of the guys in the locker room tell another guy, “Dude, you should never let a girl know you like them because it gives them too much power.” He stood there on the other side of the lockers and listened as he asked his friend, “Dude, do you want her to have power over you?” and told him, “If a girl has power over you, you're a goner.” But in all the explanation the guy had for his friend – minutes of meaningless sentences and statements that he said like they were irrefutable facts that made Malachi honestly wonder if maybe the guy disguised a hatred of women – he couldn't figure out just why telling a girl you liked them made you a goner, or what it even meant to be ‘a goner’. If being a goner was having a girl like you back, going on dates, talking about life and everything else, and you got to make out and stuff, he didn’t really give a shit. He was more than happy to be a goner.

“Okay, so,” Daniel continued, “in 1847, Hans Christian Anderson went to England for the first time and went to the party of the Countess of Blessington.”

“That name is almost too English.”

“Right? It’s like a fake name. Anyway, it was one of those salon-type parties where authors would go to meet each other and talk about being authors, and he met Charles Dickens there. They both wrote about poor people and how hard it was to be poor during the industrial revolution, and Anderson loved Dickens’ work so he just gushed when he met him.”

Persephone nodded.

“Anderson went home and they kept in touch for ten years and then Anderson went back to England again, to visit Dickens for a few days, and ended up staying at his house for five weeks.”

Persephone laughed. “Oh no.”

“Yeah. Eventually he was bothering Dickens’ family so much that he kicked him out and ghosted him slowly and Anderson never knew why he didn't answer his letters.”

“Aww, poor guy. I mean, you shouldn’t stay at someone’s house for over a month unless they ask you to, but he probably thought they were good friends.”

Daniel chuckled, “Yeah. At some point he was apparently crying in Dickens’ front yard because something he wrote got rejected. So obviously they wanted him to leave.” He stood. “Anyway, that's my literary thing for today. I have more books to re-shelve.”

“That was pretty good, see you around.”

Malachi smiled as Daniel waved goodbye to them before picking up more books to put away. He turned to Persephone who was opening her textbook to continue her notes.

“That was pretty random.”

“Yeah, I think they always have to do with whatever he’s reading at the moment.”

“He didn’t stay around for that long.”

“Yeah… maybe because you’re here.”

Malachi wondered if he was blushing and if he should finally ask about the night before when Persephone opened her textbook and went back to her note-taking. He decided not to bother her and went back to his paper.

They stayed there until 4pm when Persephone’s stomach had finally growled loudly enough to make her admit that maybe she was hungry and had to go home to eat. She and Malachi walked back to her house.

After a few minutes he finally got up the courage to ask what had been bothering him all morning.

“So… are we going to talk about yesterday?”

“What about it?”

“That kiss.”

She smiled. “What about it?”

He smiled. “It was pretty great.”

“It was.”

“Maybe… we could do it again sometime?”

“Maybe.”

“Does this make us…” he gestured uselessly.

“’Make us’ what?” She mimicked his gesture.

“Are we dating?”

She stopped in her tracks. “Well…”

Malachi had a sudden sense of fear wash over him that he didn’t know how to control. He suddenly feared the answer and wished he hadn’t asked.

“We’ve only been on one date, so I guess after our second one, then we’ll be dating.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Because ‘dating’ implies multiple dates—”

He hadn’t meant to interrupt her, but suddenly his face was on hers and neither was speaking. Her bag of books slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor spilling the contents. His hands at her waist, he tightened his grip and lifted her up, her feet barely touching the ground. Both of them were dully aware of the books falling and though the back of Persephone’s brain yelled at her for possibly damaging the covers, the rest of her brain did not give a shit and continued kissing Malachi back.

After a few moments he pulled away, releasing her back to the ground. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

She shook her head, smiling. “That’s okay.”

She stooped to pick up her books and he immediately followed suit and helped her.

“So, does this mean you’re asking me out?”

She laughed. “I suppose it does.”

Malachi smiled. “Can I walk you home?”

Persephone laughed again. “You are walking me home, you goober.”

Malachi realized his mistake and smiled bashfully.

“Why do you do things like that?”

“Like what?”

“Asking me if you could walk me home while you already are?”

The books safely back in the bag where they belonged, Malachi took the bag out of her hand and shouldered it, continuing the direction they were walking.

“Um, I don’t know. Something about you makes my brain go all stupid and I just say whatever’s in my head.”

“That’s weird.”

He shrugged. He wasn’t sure what else to say, if he could control it and give off the appearance of being cool instead of a doofy teenaged boy, he would.

“But that seems like a you thing.”

He smiled.

She took his hand with hers and interlaced her fingers in his, squeezing them with her own. They walked hand in hand all the way back to her house, leisurely strolling. The hand holding made Persephone forget she was even hungry. Once they had gotten to her house, Malachi walked her up the steps and handed her the bag.

“I hope you don’t mind if I don’t invite you in. There isn’t that much food in the fridge.”

“That’s okay. I’m sure my grandma is already making dinner and wondering where I am.”

“I’ll see you Monday.”

“Yeah.”

Malachi turned to walk back down the steps when Persephone stood on her toes and planted a kiss on his lips.

“See you then.”

Malachi stumbled back a moment and caught the railing. “Yeah. See you.”

Malachi pushed the door open and two of the dogs, Tiny and Bear, were the ones to crowd him and ‘inspect’ him upon his return to the house.

“Mal? That you?”

“Yeah, I’m back.”

He stood there as they sniffed his legs, and licked as his hands, two good boys who wanted to make sure their house was secure. After a couple seconds, Bear led the way into the kitchen while Tiny went back to looking out the window.

He walked behind Bear into the kitchen, where his grandma was stirring a pot of food while Leo stood next to her.

“Hey mama, what’s for dinner?” He asked and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Paella. Where were you all day? Not getting into trouble I hope.”

Malachi dropped his backpack on the floor and grabbed a piece of chicken from the pot and ate it. His grandmother swatted his hand away.

“I was at the library.”

She stopped stirring. “Since when do you go to the library?”

“That girl I went out with yesterday goes there to study and invited me.”

“A girl that can get my Mal to study? You should marry her,” she laughed and went back to stirring.

“Want to go to Bleeker’s again on Friday?”

Apple slices were on the menu that day and Persephone crunched on one as she thought.

“Yeah, I had fun last week. I’ll go again. Are there new bands?”

Mal attempted to answer but was interrupted by a kid with teal green glasses.

“Hi,” the kid said shyly. “Can I sit here?”

“It’s a free country,” Persephone said as she looked back at Malachi.

Before he could answer her question, the kid was talking again.

“I don’t mean to bother you—”

“You kind of are,” Malachi said flatly.

“--I know, I’m sorry. I just wanted to say thank you for saving my glasses on Friday.”

Persephone searched the kid’s face for a moment.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” he held out his hand, “I’m Alex. You saved my glasses from getting stepped on at the concert.

“I thought the frames looked familiar,” Persephone said and went back to eating.

Alex put his hand down. “Yeah, they’re the only ones I have so I wanted to say thank you for saving them. My dad would have killed me if they got broken.”

“No problem. That’s a nice jacket by the way.”

He looked at his jacket and smiled, adjusting the lapels. The jacket was covered in band patches and so covered in studs that it almost looked like armor instead of outerwear.

“Thanks I did all the studs and everything myself. Um, do you mind if I sit with you guys?”

“Aren’t you already?”

“I mean… permanently. I’m kind of being picked on and—”

Persephone put her hand on the table. “Say no more. You can sit with us. I’m Persephone, he’s Malachi.”

Malachi gave a small wave.

Alex smiled. “Cool. So what were you guys talking about?”

“I was just saying we should go to Bleeker’s again this Friday and was about to say what bands were playing when you interrupted me.”

“Oh, sorry.” Alex took his lunch out of his bag and started eating his sandwich. “So who’s playing?”

“Three locals again: The Martin Luther Things—”

Persephone had to stop from spitting out her milk. “The what?”

Malachi laughed at her reaction and handed her a napkin. “The Martin Luther Things. No explanation. I’m guessing we’ll find out when we get there.”

Alex laughed. “They’re a bunch of guys who wear black suits and zombie makeup. They’re all black. I mean… obviously…” Alex suddenly felt awkward due to Persephone’s darker skin and didn’t want to say anything stupid.

“I already love them,” Persephone said and laughed.

“Uh, yeah, they’re pretty good. I think their drummer is a girl.”

She laughed. “That’s magical. Go on.”

Malachi smiled. “Captain Twerk—”

“They’re a bunch of girls who all wear Star Trek uniforms when they play and their songs are all about space.”

“—and Bad Sex.”

“I’ve never seen them before.”

“Well I guess they know someone because they’re headlining.”

Alex shrugged and kept eating.

Persephone was inconsolable. “Captain Twerk? I love it!”

The laughing while eating sent her into a coughing fit, having swallowed her milk wrong and Malachi reached across the table and patted her on the back.

Alex put a hand on her back as well, the picture of concern. Once Persephone was done choking and was okay, he returned to the subject of weekend concerts.

“So… could I go with you guys?”

Persephone coughed the last of the milk out of her lungs. “Afraid you might lose your glasses again?”

Alex laughed quietly. “You guys just seem cool is all.”

“Tell you what,” Malachi interjected, “Make me a jacket like that and you can come with us.”

“Oh… they take a while to make. This took me like a month of working on it every day after school.”

Malachi looked at Persephone and rolled his eyes. “Fine, you can come with us anyway.”

[kyloxox]

Number 456(Seong Gi-Hun x Reader Smut)

Summary: You and Gi-Hun meet during the Squid Games and join alliances. What happens when he tries to protect you from the night fights?

Warnings: Age gap, smut, unprotected sex, public sex, creampie, fingering, oral, dirty talk, mention of death. 

You didn’t notice him, when you first arrived or even at the first game. He didn’t really stand out. He was shy and quiet. But so were you. No one looked or even acknowledged you and if you were being honest you didn’t mind. A lot of the people in there were rough and brutal. 

After the first game you were struck with fear and terror. You didn’t know what to do but you wanted out. You stood in the ground as several players begged for them to be free. You would have joined them, you should have joined them but then a man appeared in the front of the crowd saying that if everyone voted for whether they would like to stay or not.

That's when you noticed him. He was the first to vote. His tall figure walked up slowly as he reached to two options. He pressed to end the game. You sighed at his choice, he was smart. You were only about 10 people behind him. You also chose to end the game, only a sane person would. 

As you turned away from the panels you made eye contact with him. He was staring directly at you. He sent you a small smile you were guessing it was because of your choice. At the end of it the final decision was to leave. 

-

After a long drive of being tied and blindfolded. You were suddenly thrown out of a car with another person. He started to scream for someone to help him.

“Hey! Hey! I’m right here.” You yelled back at him. Your hands met his face and grabbed the blind fold off. As Gi-Hun was able to see again his eyes adjusted to the street lights he turned to you. Blind folded as well, hands tied and in your underwear. He did a double take as he stared down at your almost naked form. 

“Please untie me.” You whined to him. He moved his attention towards your hands and moved his mouth down. He started to skillfully untie it with his teeth. Soon the knot was undone. As your hands were free you untied your feet. You then took off your blindfold. You turned to see the man next to you in just his boxers. You examined his body, a lean long figure with toned abs flexed as he struggled against his restraints. You were distracted until he finally caught your attention by kicking one of your legs with his tighten ones. 

“Right sorry.” You bent down to untie his hands and legs. Gi-Hun rolls his wrists as they were free from their confines. He stood up and you followed his lead. Now here the both of you were standing in the middle of the street in the dark wearing just your under garments. 

You turned your attention to the ground to see your clothes spilled around the road. You quickly shifted through the things to find your own. You remember wearing a white shirt when getting picked up so you grabbed the first one on the ground. As you slipped it over your head, you realized how big it seemed to be on you. Maybe you lost weight while at the game? That would be nearly impossible it had only been 24 hours. 

“I-ugh-I think that’s my shirt.” The man in front of you said.

“Oh right. Sorry.” You were about to take it off but he stops you. 

“It’s alright, it seems they only put one of the shirts in here.” He shifted through the bag and there wasn't another piece of white fabric.

“But you’ll need a shirt-” He stops your sentence as he holds up a jacket.

“Don’t worry I came prepared.” You smiled at his dorky comment.

“Ok thank you.” You looked down at the ground in embarrassment. “Well I guess I should be going. It was nice to meet you.”

“You too.” He smiled at you before you turned away. 

It was nice to meet you? 

God y/n, what were you thinking?

As you walked back home you contemplated the interaction you had. You probably sounded so stupid. You guys just came back from a death game show and you said it was nice to meet in. In there? You were probably overthinking the interaction, it wasn't like you were gonna see him again right?

-

As you stood at the stop you felt like an idiot. Days before you were begging to go home and now you’re waiting to come back. You stood in the silent street and the coldness made goosebumps appear on your skin. The ride to the place is the same, you don't remember it.

You wake up with a gasp as you are blinded by the bright lights in the room. You look around and see everyone. It is similar to the amount of people you left with. You also spot him, 456. He's talking to the old man. He looks even more attractive now and you don't even know why. You shake your head out of the thought, you need to stay focused on the game not him. 

-

After escaping your death by seconds you exit the demented playroom. As you walk down the colorful stairs you notice Gi-Hun a few people in front of you. He was the name who saved you, truly. Without his technique of licking the shape you would be dead. You quickly move past the people in front of you with a quick excuse me and you finally reach him. 

“You saved my life back there.” You say as you walk up to him. 

“Huh?” He says to you as he turns with those adorable confused eyes.

“The licking, you came up with it.” You say in response. As you admire his features you notice the small gray hairs scattering his black, indicating he is older than you.

“Oh right. Well I’m happy you made it.” He smiles. 

“Thanks.” You feel heat rise to your face from his comment, it probably didn’t even mean anything. He was just being a good competitor. You both walk back in silence into the main room. As you reach the room you see two men staring at Gi-Hun who seem happy that he made it. 

“It will take a whole lot more to kill, Gi-Hun.” He laughs with one of the men. The comment makes you feel more flustered. He made everything he said sound so hot. As the men continue their conversation they speak on their terms of picking their shapes.

The taller man apologizes for wanted their team to separate but Gi-Hun replies in kind remarks that he was the one who chose the umbrella. Again another comment that makes your face and body heat up. Gi-Hun was so kind and caring he didn’t belong in a place like this. 

“Yeah the whole team made it.” The taller man then finishes the conversation with that before he turns to you. Gi-Hun catches this and comes to your rescue before it turns into an awkward exchange. 

“This is y/n. I met her after our first day and she now claims I saved her life but I think it was herself who saved her.” He laughs and bumps you with his elbow. Your face couldn’t be more flustered by this man.

“It’s nice to met you all.” The two men introduced themselves to you as Ali and Sang-woo. 

“I was thinking she could join our team.” Gi-Hun said with an enthusiastic grin. He turned from his teammates to you, same innocent smile on his face. “If you would like to y/n, no pressure.” 

“Sure, why not?” You said in response it couldn't hurt to have a few allies. Especially Gi-Hun. 

Both Gi-Hun and Ali seemed excited to have another member but you couldn’t grasp Sang-woo’s expression. He seemed serious and almost upset. The man, Ali began to engage a conversation with you. As you walked with him Sang-woo stayed behind with Gi-Hun. 

“Gi-Hun, you really invited a girl to our team?” Sang-woo whispered over to Gi-Hun when they walked away from you. Gi-Hun looked over at with a confused expression. 

“Huh?”

“We all know girls are the weak links here, they aren’t strong enough for some of these tasks.”

“Y/n will be fine.” 

“All I’m saying is don’t sabotage yourself and your chances for this girl.” Sang-woo said with strict eyes as he walked away from Gi-Hun. Gi-Hun stayed put as he tried to think about what Sang-woo said but he saw you looking at him with a small smile and that drained any negative thoughts Gi-Hun had. 

-

It was another day of torture in this cold, lifeless room. As you laid in bed you felt a presence near you and you jumped up.

“Hey, hey it’s me.” You heard the kind voice you knew so well.

“Gi-Hun?” You said as you looked at him in the dime light. 

“There could be attacks tonight. I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“Thank you. I’m fine, right now.”

“Good, good. I guess I should return-” You place your hand on his as he started to move away. He stared at your hand on his almost uncertain.

“Stay. Protect me. And I’ll protect you.” You whispered moving over in your bed. 

He shifted is way next to you. The bed was small but it could fit you two.  You were facing each other staring at each other’s features. You turned around so your back was facing him but you moved against his body. He melted into you as he wrapped his arms around your body. He was breathing against your neck and it sent shivers down your spine.

The hand he had wrapped around your belly began to slowly touch the exposed part of your belly where your shirt rose up. He then continued his touches by moving his hand slowly to your exposed waist. Your breathing began to grow heavier as his calloused hands made sweet contact with your skin. He moved closer to you so it mouth was closer to your neck, barely needing to move in order to touch you. Soon he is sending kisses up your neck. You grind your ass against his boner as he continues the attack on your neck. 

“We have to be quiet.” You whispered to him. 

“I know I can be, but can you?”

“Yes, Gi-Hun just give it to me please. Give me anything.”

He pulls down your track suit bottoms and moves your panties to the side. He feels as wetness coats his fingers and he continues to swim in it. You haven’t been touched in so long and his hands were addictive.

“You feel so good.” You whined to him. He moves his finger tip to the entrances of your hole. You jump up at the feeling. It was electric and you wanted nothing more than his thick fingers pushing against your walls.

“So sensitive.” He responded to your action. You move your hand to his crotch and start stroking him through his pants. He moans in your ear at the touch.

It’s embarrassing for him to admit but Gi-Hun probably hasn’t had sex in years. Probably since his divorce like 6 years ago. And the feeling of your hand was like the touch of an angel. The fabric was corse on his dick but it didn’t hurt it was pleasurable. 

“Baby.” He moans in your ear in this soft voice. His voice was addictive almost as addictive as his touch on you and your touch on him. Both your bodies were burning up in the cold dark room.

You didn’t waste much time moving yourself under the covers until you were faced with his clothed boner. You bite your lips as you look at the size of it straining against the fabric. You grab the top of his pants and boxers and bring the fabric down. You gasp as it reveals itself to you. 

“Fuck.” You whisper to yourself and you guess Gi-Hun can hear you even under the covers cause you hear him laugh a little. You shut his laugh up with a long lick from the base to the tip. You feel him grip the sheets below you before he moves one of his hands in your hair. While his long fingers dig into your scalp he drags your head up and down. You didn’t mind the instruction, it helped you pleasure your savior even more. He was your savior after all in every game he helped you survive. You continue your attack on him until he stops you. You reveal yourself from under the sheets.

“I wanna have some fun with you.” He explains as he sees your confused expression. 

He pulls down your track suit and underwear completely and throws them to the edge of the bed. He lays at the end of the bed also. His face meets your cunt and he stares at it to memorize his features. A few seconds later he is diving into the sweet mound in front of him. He doesn’t devour you though. No. Not like ravenous animal. He takes his time with you. Slow long clits against your clit, like the ones he took at the honeycomb. The texture of his rough tongue against your most sensitive area sends stock waves through out your body. 

“Gi-Hun fuck.” You breath as you throw your head back and close your eyes at the sensation. His wet tongue never leaves your clit as it gives it lick after lick. It was better than you imagined when you fantasized it during the 2nd game. He’s licking at you like you're ice cream, the best ice cream in the world. And he wants every taste. He gives one final lick before he is resting his head against your thigh looking up at you with his puppy dog eyes. 

“You taste sweeter than that sugar. Much funner to lick too.” He laughs against your thigh, before moving back down. Now he begins a more wild assault as he sucks your clit into his mouth. As he does his eyes never leave yours, he wants to see every reaction and see what he’s doing to you. For a spilt second he leaves you and you whine.

“Open your eyes baby, I wanna see you.” Gi-Hun says before he dives back into you. You bite your lip but obey his requests. Now his eyes on you aren’t lonely and you both stare wildly at each other. His eyes are soft and almost innocent, like he truly is only licking honeycomb when in reality it is so much dirtier. 

His hand that was holding a grip on your thigh moves down to where his mouth plays. He swipes them lightly against your entrance, collecting a bit of wetness. Your hips involuntarily grind up as his miss his touch. He laughs at your action and repeats his actions, which cause you to repeat the grind of your hips.

“So desperate, especially in the middle of all this.” Gi-Hun finally gives into your requests and sinks two fingers deep into you. You moan at the feeling and grind your hips up again.

“Thought I’d finally get these hips to control themselves by doing this, but it’s just making it worse. Maybe I should stop.”

“No, no please don’t stop I want more. I want you.” You whimper against him. Gi-Hun looks like he is thinking for a second before speaking. He moves up the bed so he is now on top of you. 

“You want it bad don’t you baby?” Gi-hun grips his dick as he lines it up with your entrance. 

“Fuck yes gi-hun. I want to feel you in me.” You whimpered as you felt the tip of his hardness poke your entrance. Gi-Hun is panting above you before he starts to slowly push himself into you. You gasped and moaned at the foreign feeling of him inside you.

 He then moved his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him. “Shh, we have to be quiet.” He said as he began to move slowly. As he held himself up his sweaty hair draped his face. He looked sinful with his eyes glued shut and his mouth open slipping out small moans. You clench down on him and Gi-Hun can’t even listen to his own advice when he throws his head back and let out a moan at the sudden contraction.

“Wet tight little girl, aren’t you.” He whimpered above you as he began to thrust his hips trying his hardest not to come too soon. Even though he’s not inexperienced Gi-Hun is convinced that you're the tightest cunt he’s ever had.

“Please go faster.” You whine beneath him as his slow thrusts you torture you with a glimpse of his full potential. You to wrap your legs around him and grab onto his soft hair. And with more stability Gi-Hun is able to give more forceful thrusts that sent you into a whirlwind. 

“Fucking slut wants me to fuck her hard so everyone can hear.” He whispered in your ear. You took a quick look around the room, everybody seemed to be asleep. As you stared back at the man in-front of you, you gushed around him as you looked at his face, he was in bliss and his dopey smile made you even hotter against him. Even after he says such filthy words his face still displays his kind nature. You let out an involuntary moan that was probably louder than it should have been. 

“Shh baby.” He whispered in your ear. “No one else gets to hear your pretty moans except me.” He moved one of his hands from balancing himself to covering your mouth. His hand was so huge it nearly covered the first half of your face. He continued his forceful thrusts into you as you begged and muffled into his hand. You looked up at him with pleading eyes as you watched his body move against yours. 

“You wanna win that price money don’t you?” He whispered in your ear. You looked at him with confused eyes that still hid mischief behind them. “I’m gonna win it for you baby.” He started to thrust faster. “Gonna make sure you’re safe and comfortable. We’re gonna win this competition. I’ll do it all for you baby.” His promises make you gush around him. Now all you can imagine is your life with him after this, living like the rich with not debts. He finally moves his hand from your mouth cause all he wants to hear now is your moans.

“Gi-Hun.” Is all you can say in response to him. “Please.”

“Please what?” He says with that same concerned adorable face.

“Come in me.” He groans at your request and his hits stutter at the thought. He still holds his balance but you can see him grow weaker. It’s hot the way his eyes focus on yours, focusing all their strength into staring at you in your drunken haze. 

“Fuck yeah baby I’ll come in you.” He moans back continuing his fast but sloppy thrusts but they are more than enough to send you over the edge. “I’ll give you what you want.” His promise makes the build up in your stomach overflow and soon you feel yourself coming. 

“Gi-Hun I’m coming.” You whimper still holding onto his hair with all your strength. Your body hits you with an unreal feeling of pleasure ripple through your body. Your hand fly from his hair to clutching the sheets beneath you. He fucks you through your orgasm as he inches closer to his. As you help him through his orgasm you bring your hands to his hair against. You guide his face to yours and you connect your lips with his. The kiss is magnetic as you don’t stop kissing him and he doesn’t stop either. Before you know it Gi-Hun is breaking away from the kiss to let out a moan.

“Fuck I’m coming, fuck I’m coming baby.” He moans as you feel his body stiffen. He pumps his hot load into you and you feel full of his warm cum. He pulls out and stares down at your cunt, his seed slowly slipping out of you. He gulps as he moves his eyes to yours. He collapses next to you.

“Do you think anyone heard?” You said looking around.

“Maybe you were kinda loud.” He joked. 

“Says you.” You reply. 

“It seems like there isn't gonna be any attack tonight.” Gi-Hun also began to look around the room. 

“Maybe not. You should still stay just incase you know.”

“Okay yeah.” He says looking at you with unsure eyes. You suppose Gi-Hun is back to his shy self. You grab his hand to give him a sign to relax and you lay back down. He follows soon after, wrapping his arms around you.

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So Close, Yet So Far-Part 3 (Finale)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary-(18+ series) The reader finally tells Jack about her feelings, and when they aren't reciprocated, Urban comforts her. As much as the reader doesn't want to hurt either of the boys feelings, she knows she has to make a choice, and she does, causing a couple of different reactions.

Word Count- 12k

Warnings- Smut, angst, fluff, honestly a rollercoaster of emotions.

A/N- I hope you guys like this, this is the longest thing I have ever written and the thing I've put this most effort into, and I'm really proud of it. With a vote of 49 to 38, this is who was picked in the poll, and as much as I did consider writing an ending for both, I've decided not to do that, I can't see the series ending any other way after I wrote this one. I hope you like it either way.

You woke up on top of Urban’s chest, his hands loosely on your back. You laid in his arms again for a few minutes, thinking about the night before. You sighed softly, slowly moving out of Urban’s arms, this time successfully, pausing for a second as you stood up to make sure Urban stayed asleep, watching as he stirred slightly at the loss of contact, but not enough to wake up, arms wrapping around a pillow instead of your waist. You quietly got ready, occasionally when you would make to loud of a noise, your head would shoot over to Urban to make sure he didn’t wake up.

Once you were done getting ready you walked out to the living room, sitting down on the couch, pulling your knees up to your chest, hugging them and resting your chin on your knees. You sighed again, you were glad that Urban felt comfortable enough to admit his feelings towards you, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty that you didn’t notice. You didn’t feel bad about your feelings towards Jack, Urban was telling you to tell Jack, but you weren’t sure if that was the right thing to do. There was only 2 ways that could end, both with one of you heartbroken.

Most likely it would be you. You couldn’t help but be heartbroken if Jack didn’t love you back, but Urban would end up heartbroken if Jack did love you back and you started dating Jack. You wanted to protect yourself, but you knew Urban was right, you needed to talk to Jack about your feelings you just needed to figure out when the right time to do that was.

You didn’t have as much time as you would have liked to think about last night and every possible situation that could come of it before you heard Urban walking out of your room, you looked up as he walked around the corner.

“Where’d you go?” Urban asked, walking over to the couch, sitting down next to you.

“Well, I’m sitting right here, aren’t I?” You teased, making Urban roll his eyes.

“You know what I mean.” Urban muttered, as you leaned into his side, laying your head on his shoulder, Urban laying his arm over your shoulders. He was glad you were still able to be comfortable with him, your relationship remained normal, like your conversation last night never happened.

“I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.” You said and Urban nodded.

“Are you okay? After everything last night.” Urban asked, and you nodded this time.

“Yeah, I know you and Jack sleep with other people. I guess I just don’t usually see it, or maybe I just haven’t noticed. I just feel bad, I feel like I’m ruining my relationship with both of you.” You explained. 

“You could never ruin your relationship with me. No matter what, if you end up with Jack and spend the rest of your life with him, or you do that with me, or neither of us, and find someone else you’re in love with, you’re never getting rid of me. I’ll figure my own feelings out, don’t worry about me.” Urban reassured you “I know Jack will understand too, it’s hard to have this type of relationship without someone getting some sort of feelings. Especially as long as we have, it’s been what 4 or 5 years now?”

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” You sighed softly.

 “You’re not the only one who fell in love either, so nothing would be only your fault.” Urban said, and you reached out to trace the tattoo on Urban’s arm. Urban looked down at your hand and smiled softly.

“Promise me no matter what you’ll never hate me.” You said, keeping your eyes on Urban’s tattoo, while his moved to look at you.

“Promise. I mean it when I say you’re never getting rid of me.” Urban said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“When did you realize you were in love with me?” You asked Urban. Urban leaned back on the couch, thinking to himself for a minute.

“I can’t think of a specific moment I fell in love with you, but I remember when I realized I was in love with you. You were picking Jack and I up from the airport a year or two ago, I can’t remember where we were coming from, but I just remember thinking that I never wanted to go another day without seeing you or talking to you. I just remember something was different that time. I guess my life, or our lives, are so hectic, that you are one of the most consistent things in my life, no matter where we were going, or what happened on our trips, that I would come back home to you, and everything was okay. If I wasn’t coming home to you, it’s because you were with us. I could never decide which one was better.” Urban explained.

“Is that why you’ve always been so adamant about me going on trips with you?” You asked, finally looking up at Urban.

“Yeah, as nice as it is to be able to come home to you, I think I decided that I liked having you with us better.” Urban said. “When did you realize you were in love with Jack?” Urban asked you. 

“Do you really want to know, or are you only asking because I asked when you fell in love with me?” You asked and Urban hesitated, part of him was curious and wanted to know, but the other part of him didn’t.

“Yeah, I want to know.” Urban told you, and you looked at him for a second to make sure he didn’t change his mind before you started to explain.

“Like you, I don’t think there was one specific moment I fell in love with Jack, it kind of happened in time. Looking back, I think it started in high school honestly. Remember our senior prom when you and Jack were supposed to be going with a bunch of your friends and Jack ended up ditching you guys and going with me?” You asked and Urban nodded, slightly confused where you were going.

“Yeah, I do.” Urban said before you continued.

“I was supposed to go with my boyfriend, but he broke up with me a couple days before prom, and Jack found out, and asked me to go with him instead.” You explained, “I know it’s stupid, but I guess it just made me realize how much he cared about me, enough to ditch his friends, because he knew I was upset. After that I guess I just started picking up on everything he did, and maybe he meant nothing by any of it, I don’t know, but it made me fall in love with him.” You said, playing with Urban’s fingers as you talked.

“I didn’t know that.” Urban said, referring to the reason Jack took you to prom that year.

“Yeah, well, in high school I didn’t want to be known as the girl whose boyfriend broke up with her right before prom and had someone take her as a pity date, and now I don’t really think or talk about our high school prom anymore.” You said, laughing softly, Urban laughing with you.

“Fair enough, I don’t either. I was confused why Jack ditched us for a while though. He never told us why.” Urban admitted.

“Well now you know, I was the cliché girl in a high school movie.” You joked, making Urban laugh again.

“Can I be honest with you?” Urban asked you.

“Always.” You told him.

“I had a crush on you in high school. I was always just too scared to tell you, I guess that never changed. Then I though Jack liked you after the prom situation, so I got over it eventually and moved on for a while, until I fell in love with you.” Urban said. “I was actually really jealous that Jack was the one to take you to prom.” Urban admitted.

“If you could go back and change things, would you?” You asked Urban, who thought for a second.

“I’m not sure, I don’t think I would, would you?” He asked, making you think. His truthful answer was yes, he would. He would have told you he liked you in high school, maybe you would have fallen in love with him rather than Jack, he often thought of that situation, how his life would have been different if he had gotten the courage to admit his feelings sooner. Would you be engaged, or married yet? Would you live together? Would you have a dog or have started a family? He had no answers to any of those questions, and he never would, but he couldn’t help but think about it often.

“Maybe, it’s hard to say.” You answered, your answer would have also been yes, but you weren’t sure what you’d change. Would you have admitted your feelings to Jack? Probably not, admitting your feelings didn’t guarantee he felt the same way. You probably would have changed falling in love with Jack in the first place. You both sat in silence, you still playing with Urban’s fingers, neither of you looking at each other, but both looking down at where your hands were connected, just like you had been for almost your entire conversation.

“Can we go get breakfast before we go to the studio?” You asked Urban and he nodded.

“Of course, I’ll go get ready then we can go.” Urban told you. “Are you sure you still want to go today? I can make up some excuse for you if you don’t.” 

“Yeah, I’m sure, I promise I’m okay Urb. I would tell you if I wasn’t, plus I can always leave if I change my mind.” You told him, and he nodded, standing up and going to get ready for the day. Nothing had changed with your relationship with Jack, so you knew you would be fine being around him all day.

An hour later you and Urban walked into the studio together, Jack looking over at the door as he heard you walking in and smiled softly, greeting Urban before holding his arms out for you to walk into, which you did, hugging him.

“Hey, you okay? You left early last night?” Jack whispered to you as he hugged you, even though it was late when you left the night before, you were still one of the first ones to leave.

“Yeah, I’m good, just got tired.” You whispered back, Jack nodded, tilting his head down to press his lips softly to the top of your head before pulling away from the hug, going back to his seat. The seat next to Jack was open, everyone knew wherever Jack was sitting, your spot was right next to him, but today you sat down on the couch at the side of the room. Jack watched you sit down and looked confused when you didn’t sit next to him. Jack’s eyes flickered to Urban, then you, then back to Urban, who just shrugged, he didn’t feel like he should be the one to tell Jack what happened. He knew you would when you were ready.

Most of the day at the studio Jack couldn’t get his mind off of why you weren’t acting like you normally did, but he couldn’t figure it out. He thought maybe you were still tired, but usually you got clingier when you were tired, plus you seemed fine with everyone else except him, but he let himself get distracted with his work like he normally did. As it got later some people started to leave, while another group decided to go out again. This time Jack decided to just go home, while Urban decided to go out again.

“You going to come with us?” Urban asked you, and you shook your head.

“No, I think I’m going to go home.” You said, and Urban nodded. 

“Want me to drop you off first?” Urban asked you since he drove you both here, he was your ride home.

“I can take you.” Jack offered, chiming into your conversation.

“Okay.” You smiled softly at Jack. Everyone saying goodbye, Urban double checking that you didn’t want him to take you home before you went your separate ways. Somehow on the short drive home Jack convinced you to come back to their apartment, with the promise of a movie night, which you would never deny.

You both laid on the couch, watching a movie you picked, Jack’s hand absentmindedly rubbing up and down on your waist as you both watched. Both of you making comments occasionally, as it was a movie you had watched several times. Once the movie was over you turned towards Jack, cuddling into his chest.

“Want to go to bed?” Jack asked and you nodded. You knew you shouldn’t be doing any of this right now, you should talk to Jack about your feelings before you got hurt even more then you already would.

Jack sat up with you, turning off the tv before you both walked to Jack’s room, both of you getting ready for bed, Jack getting in bed first, then you, laying down half on the bed and half on top of him, burying your face into his neck, his arms wrapping around your waist, rubbing your lower back. 

You laid like that for a few minutes before you pressed a kiss to Jack’s neck, kissing down to his collarbone. 

“You know, I did have the intention of sleeping, but I don’t mind this either.” Jack said, pulling you gently on top of him, making you laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his lips. Jack deepened the kiss, grabbing at your hips, pulling you closer if that was even possible.

As you continued to kiss, Jack hands roamed your body, not settling on a place, while yours rested on his chest, occasionally moving lower and back up. You pulled away first to catch your breath.

“We don’t have to do anything if you want to sleep, I know your probably tired.” You said and Jack shook his head, his hands resting on your lower back.

“Now, I don’t think that’s what I said.” Jack teased, making you laugh softly before he reconnected your lips, both of your hands roaming each other’s bodies again, yours ending on Jack’s stomach underneath his shirt, his resting on your ass. Jack pulled away, his hands trailing up your sides as he pulled off your shirt, flipping you over, pulling his shirt off before attaching his lips to your jaw, leaving kisses in a line down your jaw and neck, all the way down to your chest.  

One of Jack’s hands went to one of your boobs while he gave the other attention with his mouth. He continued that for a few minutes while you let out small moans, before switching. As some point you had reached one of your hands down to palm Jack through his sweatpants, leading him to let out small groans against your skin, occasionally pushing his hips into your hand.

Jack kissed all the way back up your chest, to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling away, both of you pulling off the rest of your clothes. Jack climbing back over you, kissing all the way down your chest and your stomach before he pressed his tongue against your clit, making you let out a moan, one of your hands going to his hair. Jack continued to focus his tongue on your clit, while he thrusted his fingers into you.  He continued until you came around his fingers, pulling them out of you, and removing his tongue from you before he held them up to your mouth so you could clean them. 

“Your always so good for me.” Jack praised, pulling his fingers out of your mouth, kissing your lips again as he pushed himself into you, both of you letting out moans into each other’s mouths. Jack finding his pace quickly, one hand next to your head to hold himself up, while the other held your hips. You ached your back off the bed slightly, letting Jack slip his arm behind your back, holding your hips up slightly. Jack continued to thrust into you, and it didn’t take long until you came for the second time, Jack came shortly after you.

You and Jack were laying in bed, you had his shirt on, and he had put his sweatpants back on. Jack sighed softly, turning to his side so you were facing each other, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Are you mad at me?” Jack asked you, and you looked at him confused.

“Do you think we would have just done what we did if I was mad at you?” You asked Jack, and he shook his head.

“It’s not that, maybe you’re not mad, I don’t know, you just seemed off earlier.” Jack stated, you finally moving your eyes to meet his.

“I’m fine, I’m not mad at you.” In fact, that was the problem. “I just-“ You started before sighing. “I don’t know, I don’t really want to talk about it. Not right now at least.” You said, and Jack nodded.

“You just seemed fine with everyone else, I just thought maybe I did something to piss you off.” He did, but could you reasonably be pissed off at him for looking at other girls when you were sleeping with his best friend.

“I’m not mad at you.” You repeated. “Promise.” 

“Does Urban know?” He asked, and you nodded.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow, okay? Just don’t want to deal with it right now. Go to sleep.” You told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before laying your head on his chest. You were hoping Jack forgot about it by tomorrow, but you also knew him to well to know that he wouldn’t forget, he would be asking you about it as soon as you woke up. 

“Okay. Goodnight.” Jack kissed the top of your head. “Love you.” Jack whispered.

“Goodnight. I love you too.” You said, sighing softly before you closed your eyes, cuddling into Jack’s side as you both fell asleep.

Jack left the topic alone longer than you thought he would, and part of you was hoping he forgot about it, but the realistic part of you knew that wasn’t the case. You and Jack were sitting on the couch, you were laying with your head in his lap, Jack running his hand through your hair, while you both made small talk.

“Do you have to go the studio today?” You asked Jack, looking up at him, he shook his head.

“No, not today, have the day off.”  Jack said. “Speaking of the studio, do you want to tell me why you were upset yesterday?” Jack asked, maybe you shouldn’t have brought up the studio.

“Not really.” You muttered, sitting up and Jack’s hand fell from your hair to his lap. You both turned to face each other. 

“You can tell me anything.” Jack told you, and you nodded, looking down at your hands for a minute before speaking.

“I think I’m in love with you Jack.” You said. “That’s not true, I know I’m in love with you.” Jack let out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding.

“That’s what you were so scared to tell me?” Jack asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, because I don’t know if you feel the same way and no matter what someone’s going to get hurt, because Urban is in love with me. If you don’t feel the same way then I’m going to get hurt, but either way Urban gets hurt because I don’t feel the same way about him, and I don’t want to hurt Urban, so I don’t know what to do.” You said, your eyes tearing up as you talked. Jack sat silently for a moment.

“How long have you been in love with me?” Jack asked. 

“Since high school.” You sighed. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, and then we started this and I thought I would get over my crush on you, but it turns out that sleeping with someone isn’t the best way to get over your crush on them.” You said sarcastically. “I ended up falling more in love with you, but I didn’t think it was a big deal until Urban told me he was in love with me.” You explained and Jack nodded.

“And that’s why you were upset yesterday?” Jack asked, and you shook your head.

“No, I was upset, because the night at the club you had your arm around another girl and flirting with her, right after I left your side, I got jealous and upset. That’s why Urban took me home early. I didn’t want to watch you take another girl home. I know it happens, but it was different seeing it, I guess. I ended up crying to Urban that night, and he told me that he knew I am in love with you, because he’s in love with me.” You explained.

Even though Jack wasn’t in love with you right now, there was a part of him that did see the possibility of spending the rest of his life with you, he was just focused on his career now. Jacks silence was the only answer you needed for the confirmation that he didn’t love you back.

“You don’t feel the same way, do you?” You asked quietly and Jack sighed, rubbing his hand over his face.

“I don’t, I’m sorry.” Jack sighed again. “I just can’t be focused on a relationship right now. It wouldn’t be fair to you. You deserve someone who can dedicate their time to you, I just can’t do that right now. I think that one day it could work out, once my career calms down, I’m not spending every night at the studio, or out of town all the time. I mean it when I say I never want to spend a day without you, that I always want you with me, and that I can’t picture my life without you, and I don’t want to. I just don’t think it would work out right now.” Jack explained and you nodded, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“It’s okay, I didn’t expect you to feel the same way.” You said, “I think we should stop our friends with benefits relationship, at least for now.” Jack nodded in agreement.

“I think that’s the best thing for right now. You and Urban need to figure out your feelings, and we’ll go from there.” You nodded, wiping your tears again.

“I should probably go home.”

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” Jack told you, reaching up to wipe underneath your eyes.

“I should. I don’t want to but I kind of just want to be alone for a little bit.” You said, and Jack nodded. 

“I understand.” Jack smiled sadly at you. You stood up, grabbing your stuff before Jack stood up.

“Wait.” He said and you turned around, Jack held his arms out for you, and you smiled softly at him, walking into his arms as he wrapped them around you, you wrapping yours around his waist.

“I’m sorry.” Jack whispered. “Just because I’m not in love with you right now, you know I still love you right?” Jack asked and you nodded.

“I know. No matter what I’ll always love you too, even if I’m not in love with you anymore. You’ll always be my best friend. I never want to lose you.” You said. 

“Never want to lose you either. I’m not going to let that happen.” Jack said, kissing the top of your head before you both pulled away from the hug.

“Let me know if you need anything and I’ll be there or make it happen somehow, you already know to text me when you get home.” Jack said and you nodded.

“I will, promise.” You wiped your tears one more time before you walked out of the apartment.

Seeing you cry broke his heart, but he wasn’t aware how much he was breaking yours. What hurt the most is that you gave him permission to break your heart. He didn’t do anything wrong, nothing that you could reasonably be mad at him for. Sure, he hurt your feelings, but he didn’t do it on purpose. He didn’t know you were in love with him, just like you didn’t know Urban was in love with you. You weren’t mad at him, but you wish you were, it might make things easier.

It hurt you even more knowing this is what you were putting Urban through. Morally you had Jack hadn’t done anything wrong, but it still hurt you and Urban emotionally.

As much as you didn’t want to leave, you knew that letting Jack comfort you would just make things worse. You didn’t want to lose your friendship with Jack, neither of you were going to let that happen, but you needed to distance yourself for the time being.

A couple hours later there was a knock on your door, you groaned as you stood up to answer it. You walked to the door and opened it, revealing Urban standing at your door, holding something behind your back.

“Hey, you okay?” Urban asked, stepping into your apartment.

“Do I look like it?” You asked, only half joking, you had been crying on and off since you got home.

“I think I know better than to answer that.” Urban joked back, making you laugh softly, Urban smiling softly to himself. You knew Urban could tell you weren’t okay by your eyes that were red from your crying and your tear-stained cheeks.

“Did Jack send you here?” You asked, you had texted Jack when you got home, but not since that, not even for your favorite ice cream he always got you when you were sad, but you weren’t going to ask Jack to do anything for you even though you promised you would. You both knew that.

“Yes and no. Yes, he wanted me to come check on you, but I was going to even if he didn’t.” Urban said. “Jack told me what happened.” 

“Don’t really want to talk about it.” You said and Urban nodded.

“That’s not what I’m here for. I want to help keep your mind off of it.” Urban explained, reaching into the bag he brought, pulling out your favorite ice cream. “Jack told me to give this to you.” He explained, and you took it from him, you couldn’t help but smile softly, walking into the kitchen, grabbing 2 spoons before walking back to Urban.

“Want to eat it with me while we watch a movie?” You asked and Urban nodded, putting the bag down on your counter.

“Hope there’s room in your freezer, cause there’s 2 more things of ice cream in there.” Urban said and you rolled your eyes.

“Of course, he did.” You muttered under your breath, Urban laughing softly as you put them away.

“He just feels bad. He told me to tell you that one was for you being sad, one was an apology ice cream for making you cry, and one was for…. I can’t remember what the third one was for.” Urban said, making you laugh again.

“Well, I’ll tell him thank you next time I see him.” You said, walking over to the couch, Urban sitting next to you and you handed him a spoon. “You can pick the movie.” You told him.

You and Urban spent the rest of the night eating ice cream, watching movies, and you even ordered pizza at some point, figuring you should eat something other than just ice cream. It was nice because it kept you distracted from thinking about Jack. Not that you couldn’t think about him at all, but his rejection hurt, and it was nice to not think about it for a while.

Several movies later and you had fallen asleep with your head on Urban’s shoulder. Urban laid you down so your head was in his lap, playing with your hair while he finished watching the movie that was playing. Once the movie was over, Urban woke you up.

“Do you want to go to bed?” Urban asked you softly.

“So, you woke me up to ask me if I want to go to bed?” You teased but nodded anyway. “But the answer is yes.” Urban laughed softly.

“Do you want me to leave?” Urban asked you, you shook your head.

“Not really, but I feel bad asking you to stay.” You told him.

“Why?” Urban asked, looking down at you as your head rested on his hip, his fingers tracing random shapes underneath your collarbone as he talked.

“I just feel like we both need to figure out our feelings, and I don’t think we can do that if we keep doing this. I love you being here, you have made today so much better for me. It’s not fair to you though to expect you to be here for me like this. If you need space that’s okay.” You explained.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be. I’ll stay as long as you let me.” Urban told you. “What would be helpful is if you could be more annoying and not so adorable all the time.” Urban said, making you roll your eyes playfully. 

“I’ll work on that.” You joked. “Let’s go to bed before I fall back asleep.” Urban nodded and you sat up, walking to your room, both of you getting ready for bed. You laying down first while Urban finished getting ready before laying next to you.

“Thank you for being here.” You said to Urban, both of you laying so you were facing each other.

“Always.” Urban smiled softly. Urban being with you was helping him figure out his feelings for you, but not in the way either of you were hoping. He was falling more in love with you. Maybe you were right though, if he distanced himself, even just a little bit, from you, he wouldn’t continue to fall in love with you, but he didn’t want to. Not right now. He wanted to be there for you, he knew what you were going through and how much it hurt, even though you were acting like you were fine.

Urban rubbed your back as you fell asleep again. Urban made himself stay awake until you fell asleep, but he fell asleep right after you did.

The next time you saw Jack was the day before you were supposed to fly out to California with Jack and Urban. You weren’t trying to avoid each other, your schedules just didn’t line up. Urban had been spending a lot more time at your apartment, almost all day when he wasn’t with Jack, and spending every night with you. Jack was spending one more day at the studio before he left. He wasn’t expecting you to show up, but he was hoping that you would every day.

Jack looked over when he heard you walk in, seeing you behind Urban, smiling once he saw you. He felt a sense of relief when he saw you. He had been worried the past several days that you hated him, and everyone could sense something was wrong with Jack, but no one asked him what was wrong, the only one who knew was Urban. 

“Hey.” Jack stood up, walking over to you, and giving you a hug, which you returned.

“Hey.” You smiled, relaxing slightly into his hug.

“Can we talk?” Jack whispered pulling away from the hug.

“Yeah, shouldn’t you be working though?” You asked and Jack shrugged.

“Yeah, but it will be quick.” Jack said, telling everyone he’d be back and leading you out of the room. 

“How have you been?” Jack asked.

“I’m good. I’m not going to lie, the first day was tough, but I knew how you felt, so I should have been expecting it.” You said.

“It’s not your fault you know.” Jack said and you nodded.

“I know.” You looked at Jack “Thanks for the ice cream by the way.” You smiled softly and Jack looked at you confused.

“What ice cream?” Jack asked, now you were confused.

“The ice cream you had Urban bring me the day I left your apartment.” You clarified.

“I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I didn’t buy you ice cream. Before Urban left, he asked me if there was anything I think you’d like him to bring, but I didn’t tell him to bring it.” Jack explained.

“Oh, Urban said it was from you.” The ice cream wasn’t from Jack, Urban just didn’t want you to know if was from him. He wanted to do something nice for you, but he didn’t want you to take it as him trying to get you to fall for him the day Jack rejected you. That’s why he couldn’t think of what the third ice cream was for, it was all a lie that he was trying to come up with on the spot. Urban just didn’t think you would ever find out.

“Well, it wasn’t from me.” Jack said. “I’ve thought you were pissed off at me the past couple days since I haven’t seen you”

“I meant it when I said I’d never be mad at you, just was busy.” You explained and Jack nodded.

“Are you still coming to California with us?” Jack asked. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but the invitation is still open, I’d love for you to come.” Jack said and you nodded.

“Yeah, I will, I was hoping the invitation was still open because I never thought about not going with you.” Jack nodded. 

“Good.” Jack smiled, both of you walking back into the room. You sat down next to Urban who looked over at you.

“Everything good?” Urban asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You told Urban, and he nodded, resting his arm on the back of the chair you were sitting in, and you laid your head on his shoulder. You spent the rest of the day at the studio with Jack and Urban, splitting your attention between the two.

When you were all leaving Jack was trying to talk you into going back to there apartment. Jack was hugging you to say goodbye, arms around your shoulders and his chin rested on the top of your head.

“Come back with us. I missed having you around.” Jack told you, your arms wrapped around Jack’s waist. 

“I can’t, have to pack.” You said. “You can come back to my place if you want. What time are we leaving tomorrow?” You asked, finally pulling away from the hug. Jack sighing softly as you did.

“Like 6am.” Jack said, and you looked at your phone for the time.

“Jack it’s 10pm. You should go home and sleep instead of hanging out with me.” You told him.

“But I missed you.” Jack argued, you loved how clingy Jack could get when you hadn’t seen each other in a few days, but it sure wasn’t making it easier for you to get over him.

“We’re going to be stuck on a plane together, in 8 hours, we can hang out then, I think you can manage 8 hours away from me.” You reassured.

“Fine, as long as you promise not to fall asleep on me.” Jack teased, knowing on most early morning flights you would fall asleep, especially since you still had to finish packing.

“I make no promises.” You said and Jack laughed. “If I do, we’ll hang out after we land, you don’t have anywhere to be after we land right?” You asked and Jack shook his head.

“Nope, I’m all yours.” Jack said.

“And who said I wanted that?” You joked.

“Well, if I recall a certain conversation we had…” Jack said and you hit his arm, half playfully, half to get him to stop talking. 

“Jack.” You groaned, rolling your eyes. Jack laughing softly and wrapping his arms around you again.

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t very nice of me.” Jack apologized.

“No, it’s okay, I was kind of asking for that one.” You laughed, Jack smiled, happy that you weren’t upset over his joke. “I really need to go home.” You sighed softly and Jack pulled away from the hug. Both of you saying goodbye before both going back to your separate homes.

The whole weeklong trip, your time was spent between Urban and Jack, when you weren’t with one you were with the other. You had pulled away from Jack a little bit, not being of affectionate with him, but that’s how your friendship always was. The trip certainly didn’t help you or Urban figure out your feelings, but you didn’t expect it to happen immediately.

Over the next couple months, Urban fell even more in love with you, if that was even possible, and you finally fell out of love with Jack. It was harder than you expected, but Urban helped a lot. You and Urban never officially broke off your friends with benefits relationship, you still slept together sometimes, but you wanted Urban to be able to get over his feelings for you, just like you had your feelings for Jack. 

You had started to notice more of the things Urban did for you that you always wanted Jack to do. Urban would buy you flowers occasionally, take you out on friend “dates” just the two of you, show up at your apartment with your favorite candy, staying up until the sun rose just so you could watch the sunrise together, because you liked to watch the sunrise but you didn’t like to get up early, and how he was able to hang out with you more without work getting in the way.

Urban never had the intention of doing any of those things to make you fall in love with him, he just liked to make you happy, but if a consequence of those actions made you fall in love with him, he wasn’t going to complain. He just didn’t want you to fall in love with him because Jack rejected you. Urban knew you were getting over your feelings for Jack, but he also knew how strong your feelings were in the first place.

You had picked Jack and Urban up from the airport earlier in the day, spending a couple hours with both, of them before Jack had decided to go home and go to sleep, leaving you and Urban alone. They had flown in late, so you decided you wanted to stay up and watch the sunrise before going to bed, Urban deciding to stay with you. You had been laying on your balcony, Urban laying his head on a random pillow, you using his arm that was around you as your pillow. You held Urban’s hand in yours, tracing random patterns with your other hand on the back of his hand. Both of you staring up at the sky, enough light out that you could see each other with no problem, but the sun wasn’t completely out.

“Do you remember the day you told me you loved me?” You asked Urban and he nodded even though you couldn’t see it. 

“Yeah, I do. What about it?” Urban asked.

“You said how the moment you realized you had fallen in love with me was when I picked you up from the airport. I know it sounds cliché but today at the airport when I was picking you and Jack up, I realized that I think I’m in love with you. I felt the same way you said you felt that I don’t want to spend another day without you.” You said quietly, and Urban laid in silence for a moment, making you grow more nervous for his response. You thought he was still in love with you, but maybe you had read the signs wrong, and it was going to be a repeat of you telling Jack you loved him.

“I love you too.” Urban said, and you let out the breath you were holding. “Are you sure you’re in love with me though, or do you just love me because you can’t have Jack.” Urban asked and you looked over at him, while he stayed looking up at the sky.

“What do you mean?” You asked. “I don’t love Jack anymore.” 

“You say that, but could you tell me with 100% confidence that if Jack told you he loved you right now, you wouldn’t be with him instead of me?” Urban asked, and you hesitated a little too long in your response, which gave Urban the answer he was looking for. 

“I don’t expect you to be able to do that. You were in love with Jack for almost 7 years. It’s only been what? 3 months since you told him you loved him? I know you, and I know how in love you were with Jack. Over the past 3 months, I’ve only fallen more in love with you, and I know it’s going to hurt less if you end up with Jack without dating me. I don’t want to finally get my chance with you, just to lose you to my best friend. I can’t be the second choice.” Urban told you, still not looking over at you as you sat up, Urban sat up as well and finally looked over at you.

“Do you really think I would do that to you? That I would fall in love with you and then leave you for Jack? You’re not my second choice. The love that I wanted from Jack, was the love that you have been giving me. Something that I’m not sure Jack could ever give me. I’m not going to lie and say there isn’t a part of me that still loves Jack, but I’m not in love with him anymore. I love Jack as a best friend. I know 3 months seems like such a short period of time compared to 7 years, and it is, but it was a one-sided love. I knew that Jack probably didn’t love me like that, and yes it hurt to hear it confirmed, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you now.” 

“I just can’t risk losing you once I have you. I can handle you being with Jack if that’s what makes you happy, but I don’t think I could handle you leaving me for him. I’m not saying you would, I just need you to sure that’s not going to happen. All I want is for you to be happy, and I’ve always put that before my own emotions, but this time I need to put my own happiness first.” Urban said and you nodded.

“I just want you to know that I would never do that to you. I know how bad that would hurt you, and I could never hurt you like that. I will always love Jack as a friend, but I promise I don’t love him like I love you anymore.” You said.

“I’m not saying no. You don’t understand how fucking bad I want to be with you. I’m just saying that I think we should take things slow, not rush into anything. Just in case. I just don’t want to be a second choice.” Urban leaned over to kiss your forehead as you nodded again.

“That’s fair, let’s take things slow.” You agreed and Urban smiled softly, holding his arms out for you so that you both could lay back down to finish watching the sunrise. While you laid in Urban’s arms you couldn’t help but let a couple tears fall, as much as you tried to hold them back, but luckily Urban never noticed.

Urban’s words hurt you more then you let on. The idea that he thought you would leave him for Jack hurt. You understood where he was coming from, and you were happy he was finally putting himself first, but it wasn’t the response you were expecting. When Jack rejected you, you were expecting it, and even though Urban didn’t reject you, it still felt like he did.  You both laid there in silence as the sun continued to rise, Urban’s arm around you, his hand rubbing your arm.

Once the sun was up you both got up, walking back into your apartment as you yawned. Urban looked over at you, seeing your eyes were red from the previous tears. He couldn’t help but feel like they were because of him.

“Were you crying? Are you okay?” Urban asked, placing his finger underneath your chin to tilt your head up so you were looking at him.

“No, I’m fine.” You told him, breaking eye contact before Urban could read through you, unfortunately Urban knew you too well so it was too late. “Just tired. Let’s go to bed.”

“Was it because of what I said?” Urban asked, completely ignoring what you said because he knew it wasn’t the truth. You hesitated to answer, and Urban knew that meant he was right, and you didn’t want to tell him the truth, but you didn’t want to lie either.

“Baby.” He sighed softly, pulling you into a hug. “I’m sorry.” As soon as Urban hugged you, you started to cry again. Urban didn’t mean anything he said in an accusing way, but all he had known up to this point was sharing you with Jack. Urban kissed the top of your head repeatedly while he held you. After a few minutes you pulled away, wiping your eyes as you sighed.

“Let’s just go to bed.” You told Urban. “Are you staying over?” You asked.

“Okay, but we’ll talk about this later.” Urban said. “I’ll stay if you want me too.” You nodded.

“Of course, I do, I missed you.” You smiled softly, leading Urban to your room where you both fell asleep quickly.

Urban woke up before you did, holding you as you slept for a little while, before he had to leave, gently waking you up to tell you he was leaving, before kissing your forehead, and leaving, letting you fall back asleep. He didn’t want to leave, but he had plans he couldn’t cancel.

It was a couple hours later when Urban was texting you asking if he could come over, which you said yes, Urban showing up shortly after.

Urban knocked on the front door, you opened it and smiled softly at Urban. 

“Hey.” You opened the door further for him to walk in.

“Hey, I got these for you.” Urban said, handing you some flowers he picked up on his way. You smiled and took them from him. 

“Thank you, I love them, but you didn’t have to get me anything.” You told him, walking to the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase. Urban shrugged.

“I wanted to. I felt bad after what I said last night. I also got you ice cream because I felt bad about making you cry.” Urban said, pulling a bag out from behind his back.

“It is apology ice cream?” You asked, slightly teasing Urban, though he didn’t know that you knew he was the one to buy you ice cream last time.

“I mean, yes, it is.” Urban said.

“I know you were the one to buy me ice cream last time, not Jack.” You told him, and he looked at you confused. 

“Why do you think that?” He asked.

“Jack told me. Well, he didn’t tell me you bought it, but he told me he didn’t buy it and that you asked if there was anything that he thought I would like, so I figured it out from there.” You explained, watching as Urban blushed, looking away from you to hide his face.

“You weren’t supposed to find that out.” Urban told you, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Well, I think its cute.” You told him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“I just didn’t want you to think that I was trying to get with you already, I didn’t do it to flirt with you, I did it as a friend who was comforting another friend.” Urban explained.

“I know.” You sighed softly. “Like I know you were right last night. It was hard hearing it, but if the roles were reversed, and you were in love with someone for years, just to be in love with me a couple months after they rejected you, I would have had the same reaction, especially with how close Jack and I still are. I can’t be mad at you for not wanting to get hurt and finally putting yourself first.” You told Urban.

“I could have handled it differently. I just wasn’t expecting you to say you were in love with me. I guess it was just the situation where you’ve been wanting something for years, and when you finally get it, you panic because you’ve wanted it for so long, you’re afraid to lose it. I shouldn’t have pushed you away before I even had you. I know you’ll always love Jack in some capacity, I can’t expect you not to, and I still think it’s best if we don’t jump into things to fast.” Urban said and you nodded.

“I agree.” You smiled softly, running your fingers through his hair.

“You’re still mine though. That doesn’t change.” Urban smiled softly.

“Always will be.” You reassured. Both of you leaning into press your lips together, deepening the kiss for a moment before you both pulled away. Urban pushed your hair out of your face while you unwrapped your arms from his neck, grabbing the ice cream that was still on the counter and 2 spoons.

“Let’s go watch a movie, we can continue this later.” Urban nodded, laughing softly, both of you walking into the living room, scrolling to find a movie to watch. “So do I get ice cream every time I cry?” You asked Urban, laughing softly. Urban laughed again and shrugged.

“If that’s what you want, then yes, as long as you share. I’ll get you whatever you want.” Urban told you.

“I was kidding Urb, but I’ll never deny ice cream, and I’ll always share with you.” You said, leaning into his side, one of his arms going around your shoulders. You settled on a movie, both eating the ice cream Urban brought you. Once you finished the ice cream you both ended up cuddled on the couch. 

Over the next month, you and Urban got even closer, you were practically inseparable. Not that you were apart that often before, but your time used to be split more evenly between Urban and Jack. Neither of you ever told any of your friends about your relationship, it wasn’t official so there wasn’t really anything to tell. They could all tell something was different about your relationship though. They noticed how you were always touching in some way, which again, wasn’t that different from your relationship before, but it was different, you were always holding hands so you didn’t lose each other in a crowd, arms around each other, how you would lean into his side, and how you would lay your head on his arm. Basically, you were treating Urban how you used to treat Jack, except this time you were being treated the same way. Jack would even comment on it.

“So, when are you going to make things official?” Jack asked Urban, both of them standing in a corner at the small party you were all at, you were currently getting a drink, leaving the two alone.

“What do you mean?” Urban looked over at Jack, confused at Jack’s seemingly random comment.

“You know what I mean. She’s in love with you you know. She treats you like she used to treat me, you can just reciprocate that. You guys are good for each other.” Jack clarified.

“We’re taking things slow, don’t want to make a complicated situation even more complicated.” Urban told him, referring to your past feelings for Jack.

“I get that. I can tell she loves you though. I haven’t seen her this happy in a while.” Jack told Urban and you came back before Urban could respond.

It took another month for Urban to finally make things official. It had been hard for you two to get any time alone with all the traveling you had been doing. Urban had convinced you to join them on their Europe trip, not with the plans of making anything official, but just because he wanted you to be there with him. You had been walking along the beach with Urban and the group that was with you when somehow you two managed to sneak away without anyone noticing. Not that it was that hard, you two just slowed down and let the group go ahead of you. 

As you walked next to Urban, holding his hand with your fingers intertwined you two were talking about anything that you could think of, mostly catching each other up on the short time you had been apart, as if you didn’t talk on the phone every night you were apart. Jack was the first one to notice you two missing, looking around before seeing you both who had stopped walking, you laughing at something Urban had said. Jack couldn’t help but smile at his two best friends. At the same time, Jack couldn’t help but be jealous that he was no longer the one who made you feel like that. 

Urban smiled at you, pulling you into his side and kissing the top of your head before gently pulling you in front of him, resting his hands on your hips while your arms wrapped loosely around his neck. You two were truly in your own little world when you were together, not caring about anything but each other.

“I love you.” Urban smiled, leaning forward to kiss you, you kiss him back.

“I love you too.” You smiled back at Urban, kissing him again.

“I should have done this sooner, especially when we both know you’re already mine, but I want to make it official. I’m not going to make this long and sappy, we both know how I feel, and I’d rather show you how I feel then stand here and tell you, but as much as I should have done this months ago when you told me that you loved me, I’m glad we waited, I don’t regret it. I keep falling more and more in love with you. Will you officially be my girlfriend?” Urban asked you, and you nodded, smiling at him.

“Of course, I will. You already know that.” You smiled, gently pulling him down to kiss him once more, Urban deepened the kiss, his hand resting on your lower back to pull you closer. You both pulled away after a minute, but you leaned against Urban’s chest. 

“You’re warm.” You said, and Urban laughed softly, rubbing your back softly. You didn’t realize how cold you were until you were leaning against his chest.

“Cold baby?” Urban asked and you nodded softly, Urban pulled away from you for a moment to take his jacket off, wrapping it around you. “Here.” He smiled softly.

“Are you not cold?” You asked him, pulling his jacket on. Urban shook his head, wrapping his arms around you again.

“No, I’m good. Plus, it just gives me another reason to be close to you.” Urban said and you teasingly rolled your eyes.

“You’re cheesy sometimes you know?” You said, tilting your head up to kiss his jaw softly. 

“Only for you.” Urban smiled softly. 

“Good, I don’t mind though.”

You both stayed in your own world for a few more minutes, before Urban finally looked over to see where your friends went, seeing them standing around waiting for you two, some of them watching you, others looking at their phones.

“We should probably go, I think they are waiting on us.” Urban said laughing softly as you looked over at your friends, you laughing softly as well. Both of you pulling away from each other, Urban reconnecting your hands as you walked back over to your friends.

“What took you so long?” Jack teased as you both made it back to the group.

“Urb asked me to be his girlfriend.” You answered, and your friends let out a chorus of “It was about time”, and “finally”, making you and Urban laugh.

“I’m happy for you guys.” Jack told you, smiling, but you could see that it wasn’t a genuine smile, but you just assumed he was tired and stressed about his shows coming up. 

Several hours later you and Urban made it back to your hotel room, both of you laying in bed facing each other.

“So, now that your officially my girlfriend, does this mean you’ll come on every single trip with me?” Urban asked.

“You do know that I only haven’t gone on 3 trips with you in the past couple months, and the longest of those trips was 4 days?” You teased.

“I know.” Urban shrugged. “Still too long.” Urban said, turning to lay on his back, gently pulling you on top of him.

“I agree. I’ll come with you on every trip.” You reassured making Urban smile.

“Good.” Urban leaned forward to kiss you softly. It didn’t take long until your gentle kisses turned into a deeper kiss with your hands roaming each other’s bodies. You grinding your hips into Urban’s, causing Urban to let out groans into the kiss. Urban broke the kiss once to slip your shirt off, you took the opportunity to slip his off as well before Urban reconnected your lips.

While you were kissing, Urban took off your bra, his hands going to your boobs, his fingers brushing your nipples, his hands squeezing at your boobs occasionally as you let out moans. You reached down to unbutton Urban’s jeans, pulling them down as far as you could before he helped you pull off the rest of his clothes. While he was doing that you took off the rest of your clothes as well. 

Once Urban laid back down, you got back on top of him, kissing his lips gently before crawling down, gently taking his tip in your mouth.

“Fuck.” Urban groaned, his hands going to your hair as you took more of him in your mouth until you couldn’t anymore. Urban used his hand that was in your hair to guide your head as you moved up and down, Urban occasionally thrusting his hips up into your mouth as he let out moans. 

Urban gently pulled you off him and back up so he could kiss you again before flipping you over, kissing down your jaw, chest, and stomach before leaving scattered kisses on your thighs, before pressing his lips against your clit causing you to let out a moan. He licked at your clit for a few moments before pulling away and pressing his thumb against it and pushing his tongue inside of you. You pushed your hips up into him and he used his other hand to push them back down. He continued to thrust his tongue into you, slowly adding more pressure as he brushed his thumb on your clit. It didn’t take long until you were already close to your release.

“Fuck Urb I’m close.” You moaned out and he looked up at you and nodded gently, telling you it was okay to cum. Moments later you were letting out strings of curse words mixed with moans as you came around his tongue. Urban continued to thrust his tongue into you through your release before pulling away and kissing back up to your lips.

Urban grabbed one of your hands with his, pulling it up to kiss your knuckles before pinning it next to your head underneath his own hand.

“You ready baby?” Urban asked you and you nodded. It didn’t take long until he was thrusting into you. Both of you letting out moans as he did, you arched your back against the bed before Urban was flipping you over once more, so you were straddling him. You started to bounce your hips on top of his, one of Urban’s hands staying on your hips so he could gently guide them as he thrusted up into you, while the other let go of your hand to go to your boob, thumb brushing your nipple again.

Eventually both of Urban’s hands ended up on your hips, while yours were on his chest to steady yourself. Urban guiding your hips more as you got tired.

“Fuck I’m close again.” You moaned out, Urban moaning with you.

“Me too baby, so close.” Urban told you and within a couple more thrusts you both came, riding out your highs before you laid down next to urban, as he turned on his side to face you, pushing your hair out of your face.

“Your all mine, finally.” Urban smiled softly, but you both already knew that, he kissed your forehead as he pulled you into his chest.

“All yours, always.” You smiled and laid your head on his chest.

As your relationship with Urban continued to progress, you didn’t notice how Jack started to act different around you. He distanced himself, which was hard because Urban was always around Jack, which meant you were always around. 

It wasn’t until one day the three of you were sitting around backstage at one of Jack’s shows, waiting for him to go on, that Jack realized why he was distancing himself. You sat in Urban’s lap, his arm around your waist. You couldn’t help but watch as Jack interacted with people, noticing how Jack didn’t seem like himself, even as it was only the three of you. Jack finally sat down on the other side of the room. 

“You okay?” You asked Jack and he looked up at you.

“Hm, I’m fine.” Jack told you.

“Are you sure? You seem kinda off.” You said and Jack shook his head. 

“I’m good, promise. Just tired.” Jack said and you nodded even though you didn’t believe him.

Later once Jack was on stage you were alone with Urban.

“Does Jack seem off to you? It’s not just me, right?” You asked and Urban nodded in agreement.

“Yeah. He won’t tell anyone what’s wrong. Just that he’s tired, but I think we both know him well enough to know it’s not just that.” Urban said, running his fingers through your hair.

“At least it’s not just me.” You sighed softly and leaned against Urban’s chest as he kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you as you both watched Jack preform.

After Jack had finished his show, you decided to try to talk to him about what was wrong. You waited a little bit once everyone stopped swarming Jack to find him.

“Hey Jack, can we talk?” You asked, making him look over at you and nod.

“Yeah, of course is something wrong?” He asked and you didn’t answer.

“Let’s go somewhere else.” You told him and he nodded, following you into his dressing room which was currently empty. You both sat down on one of the couches, facing each other.

“Everyone knows you’re not just tired Jack.” You sighed softly. “I’ve known you too long to fall for that one. I’m sure you are tired, but I know that’s not the only thing bothering you. I know you don’t like to open up a lot, but I just want you to know you can tell me anything that’s bothering you.” You told Jack, usually he did tell you everything, so that’s why you were so concerned when he wasn’t.

“I really shouldn’t tell you this time trust me.” Jack said and you sighed again.

“Then tell Urban. We’re worried about you.” You told him.

“You really want me to tell Urban, the one who almost got us kicked out of a club because a guy looked at you to long then offered to buy you a drink, that I’m in love with you? I’m good, I think I’ll keep this one to myself.” Jack sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, “Fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Jack was always the type of guy who wanted what he couldn’t have, but he wasn’t in love with you because you were dating Urban, he just realized his feelings a little to late. He realized he loved you a couple days before you and Urban made your relationship official. Maybe that’s why he noticed how happy Urban made you, just like Urban did when you were in love with Jack.

“Jack.” You sighed. “Urban’s your best friend. You don’t have to tell him if you don’t want to, but he’s not going to try to fight you or anything. Our whole situation was, or I guess still is, complicated. We started all of this at 19 without thinking that feelings would get involved, or that anyone would get hurt. Maybe that was stupid to think, but you can’t help what you feel.” You told jack and he sat back on the couch.

“I know, I just feel bad being in love with you because your happy with Urban. I don’t expect you to leave him for me, and I don’t want you too. I won’t act on my feelings or anything, not while your together, I couldn’t do that to either of you. I do really want you two to be happy together, it just hurts sometimes knowing Urban makes you as happy as I used to, but I didn’t realize it until it was to late.” Jack told you.

“I know how you feel, and Urban does too, I’m sure that’s how he felt when I was in love with you. He told me to be with you, he’s the one who got me to even tell you about my feelings for you. Like I said it’s a complicated situation, more complicated than any of us expected. I don’t think that Urban and I really thought about how you would feel if we got together. I mean I thought about it, but I didn’t think there was ever a chance you would fall in love with me so I just assumed you would be okay.” You said and leaned back just like Jack did before continuing.

“I know that one day you will find someone who you love, and who loves you back at the same time. I did really love you Jack, and I still do, just not in that way anymore. I know it hurts right now, loving someone who can’t love you back, but I also know that everything works out and one day you’ll be happier than you’ve ever been.” You told Jack and he nodded.

“Thank you, for not being mad at me or anything.” Jack said, smiling at you softly.

“I could never be mad at you. You’re still my best friend. If you ever want to talk, I’ll be there, promise. I also promise not to tell Urban, but I think you should, it might help. Especially when he’s been through the same exact thing.” You told him and Jack shrugged.

“Maybe, we’ll see.” Jack told you. “I’m sorry by the way.” You looked at Jack confused.

“Sorry for what?” You asked.

“For putting you through this, it sucks.” Jack said and you shook your head.

“No need to be sorry. Everything I said to you, is exactly what I experienced with Urban. I know it was easier for me because I already had Urban, but I know you’ll experience the same thing.” You told him.

“I mean it when I said I won’t act my feelings, I just want you to be happy and I’m glad you found someone who makes you as happy as you make them.” Jack told you and you nodded, smiling softly.

“I believe you Jack, I’m not doing that to Urban anyways, I couldn’t hurt him like that, and thank you.” You said. Holding your arms out to give Jack a hug, wrapping your arms around each other for a moment before you both pulled away. 

“You can go, I’m sure Urban’s waiting for you. I’m going to stay here for a few minutes.” Jack said and you nodded.

“You sure? Do you want me to stay with you?” You asked and Jack shook his head.

“I’ll be fine, promise.” Jack told you and you nodded again.

“Let me know if you need anything.” You smiled at him softly before walking out of the room. Urban looking over when he heard the door open, smiling once he saw you walking towards him, his arm going around your waist out of habit.

“Is Jack okay?” He asked you and you nodded.

“He’ll be okay.” You told him, laying your head on his shoulder.

It took Jack a couple months to get over his feelings for you, but he eventually did, keeping himself busy with work. At first it hurt him to see you happy with Urban, but he eventually got to a point that it made him happy to see his two best friends so happy together. Sure, your relationship with the two wasn’t always the most normal for the first 5 years, but your relationship with Urban now couldn’t have been better. You were happy, and so were Jack and Urban.

For your official one-year anniversary Urban had surprised you by asking you to marry him and of course you said yes. It was simple, exactly how you both wanted it, Urban taking you to a park you all hung out in high school, and the same park that you met Urban for the first time. The proposal was similar to Urban asking you to be his girlfriend, Urban not wanting to make things too sappy and that he always thought it was more important to show you how he felt everyday rather than telling you on one night, not that he didn’t do both daily.

You and Urban went back to the apartment where you had moved in with them a while ago, it just made more sense than Urban moving into yours, theirs was bigger. Jack looked over when he heard the door being unlocked and opened.

“Hey. I think this is my cue to leave if I don’t want to hear you two all night.” Jack said, making you all laugh softly, Jack noticed the new ring on your finger quickly. “Wait. Did you propose?” He asked Urban and you both nodded.

“Yeah.” Urban said, kissing the top of your head.

“And I said yes.” You said, smiling.

“Of course you did you have the ring on.” Jack joked, “Why didn’t you tell me Urban?” Jack asked, feeling jealous, but not because of you this time. He felt jealous because his best friend didn’t tell him he was asking his other best friend to marry him. “I thought we told each other everything.”

“Didn’t want you to ruin the surprise.” Urban answered, making you laugh softly, because you knew Urban was right, there was a big chance he would have. Jack walked over to both of you and hugged you both.

“I’m really happy for you guys.” He said, but this time he meant it. He truly couldn’t be happier for either of you.

[alreadyblondenow]

A not so Cinderella story

“I’m the only one in this room that knows you don’t have panties underneath this beautiful dress”

Pairing: football play! Jeno Lee x female cheerleader! reader

Genre: SMUT, FLUFF, enemies to lovers

WC: 4,507k

Warnings: mentions of food, as requested the reader here is a cheerleader so the character is fit. Please dont come at me. Public oral sex (female receiving) (inside school classroom), swearing, unprotected sex, mentions of rough sex, the sex was just inspired by Diggity Jeno hahaha, a lot of cliché moments here, mentions of bruises and dislocated bones (bc athletes) NOTHING DESCRIPTIVE IT WAS JUST MENTIONED

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll fix it once I get my internet connection back. Part of Request Party. Also Jeno has been wrecking me lately.

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Peanut butter and jelly. That’s the perfect way to describe you and Lee Jeno.

The famous sandwich is known with its unbalancing tastes of flavors where the tastes of peanut butter and jam always fights in your mouth, but that’s what makes it so delicious. Something so unfit, unbalanced, contradicts, but still they’re better together. And just like the sandwich, you and Jeno are two different mixing flavors.

As the captain of the football team, and you as the captain of the squad, people around you expect that you ‘mix’ well with each other to the point that they expect you to be dating by this time.

“Nope. Not gonna happen. I hate him, he hates me. Let’s just accept that,” you whine to your friends as they ask you to take Jeno as your date for the dance this weekend. “It’s an exciting masquerade party, please let me enjoy my night without that dick ruining it,”

“And speaking of Jeno’s dick. Look at the size of that... Mmm,” one of your friends said and pointed to the side of the field where the football team are practicing and Lee Jeno’s shorts are just... so thin that his big dick is obvious.

“RIP to that pussy he’s fucking after dance...” another one comments.

“Okay, continue your drooling after practice. I need your full attention now. Let’s go! Move your asses!”

And just like that the captain in you is out in no time, earning respect from your friends and even impressing the guys from the football team. Of course everyone admired your leadership, skills and well... hot body. That’s why Jeno’s focus is nowhere to found the moment he heard you shouting from across the field and seeing your nice ass and-

“You can always say that you like her,” Jaemin disturbs Jeno’s thoughts with heavy breathing, sweating handsomely and waving at the students who calls him.

“Yeah, It’s not that simple,” Jeno said.

“Psh. Of course it is. HEY Y/N!!!! JENO SAYS YOU’RE SEXY!”

Jeno’s eyes went big and tried stopping Jaemin but its too late. You heard him already. Everyone, heard him.

“Stop staring at my ass Jeno, go back to practice” you said sternly and rolled your eyes at him. That was hot, Jeno thought.

You see, just like peanut butter and Jelly, you’re two different amazing beings. Each has unique personalities and charm, but you can’t see the good things in Jeno because you’re always blinded by his cocky attitude. But for Jeno, whenever you’re mad at him, annoyed to the core or whenever you talk back at him, he always finds it sexy. Until one day he fell for you, by just looking at you long and hard one perfect afternoon at the cafeteria while you’re busy reading something.

As the school dance commence and everyone had unique masks on their faces tonight, to be honest you quite enjoy it because somehow you feel invisible. You don’t feel popular and people are just so comfortable with talking to you, not knowing that you’re Y/n. And the only people who knew it was you was of course your friends, and you are having a great time.

“She’s the one wearing a white ball gown,” Jaemin whispers to Jeno under the loud party music and howling teenagers, “you owe me captain, it’s not that easy to make her friends talk,”

“Psh. Of course it is, you’re Na Jaemin,” Jeno pats his friend’s shoulder as a thanks and walked towards you with a smile in his face. Confident that you won’t shoo him away because you don’t know that he’s Jeno.

“Looks like I found my princess,” he said with all his might. Looking so handsome and perfect even with his mask on. You can’t help but accept the compliment and flirt back. So you turned towards him, flashing a big and excited smile and so thrilled that someone finally had the guts to call you princess.

“I thought you’d never show up! Now, dance with me!” you reached for his hand and the masked prince immediately twirled you.

Everything was suddenly beyond perfect that you felt like every second was a beautiful well written scene in a fairytale book.

It’s the way he holds you while dancing, telling you the right words that goes straight to your heart and immediately give you a smile. A kind of smile that only the right person can give you. But of course, you don’t know that yet.

As the night became even more perfect for the two of you, not knowing each other’s names just makes everything more thrilling and interesting but you promised to each other to stay true to each other when the clock strikes midnight and everyone has to take off their masks.

And to maximize the fun, you and Jeno ended up making out in one of the empty classrooms while everyone is busy dancing and enjoying the program. And by the way, it was a passionate kiss, not like those innocent kissing-a-stranger type of kiss that you see in movies. You both didn’t care at that moment whether you know each other or not.

“Fuck- I have to go back before midnight, I kind of... have an important duty during the event,” you said. Careful not to tell him that the captain of the cheerleading squad is needed to crown the voted prom queen.

“Understood,” Jeno says because he is the one crowning the voted prom king. “Does your lips always tastes sweet?” he asked with a very sexy tone, lifting you effortlessly with his incredible strength and making you sit on the desk. He reaches dow to your dress and went under it, completely startling you with the way he holds your thighs and kiss your knee, inner thighs, until he reaches your clothed pussy. Kissing the wet center and drownig with the feeling of his tongue shamelessly ruining your panties.

Bravely, Jeno removed your panties without breaking the soft kisses he’s giving you, putting your panties straight in his pocket for safe keeping and to make sure that you have no choice but to go back to him after midnight.

“Oh fuck-“ you moaned softly, covering your own mouth while the man in between your legs is giving you kitten licks on your pussy but intensifying everything when he spread your folds and focused on your clit. Licking it fast and kissing it like it it was your lips. It was unbearable, and this time two hands are covering your mouth to muffle you moans because you knew that what you’re doing right now can jeopardize your cheerleading career.

“Close- ooh, fuck. Right there please, faster. Ahh!”

You don’t know but Jeno is smiling right now, happy and contented that he get to do this with you. And in a matter of seconds, your legs are shaking and wanting to be closed so bad, but Jeno is giving you oral like he had never licked a pussy in a year and stopped your legs from closing to torture you further with his tongue.

Then suddenly, you heard your name being called and you made Jeno stop and quickly went down from the desks with weak legs, not having any other choice but to face everyone even after having a nice orgasm just a few minutes earlier.

You feel sorry for your prince of course because you literally kicked him and bolted away without any other words, not even a smile.

“Sorry I’m late, I was in the comfort room handling my tummy ache,” you cleared your throat and did what you had to do. A few minutes later, Jeno is now crowing the voted prom king and you didn’t bother looking at him because you knew he will look so handsome tonight. So you just stood there in the corner of the stage focusing on your weak legs, and feel Jeno stood beside you afterwards. Watching the the prom king and queen dance at the corner, both with tired smile and hearts yearning to be with each other again, suddenly Jeno spoke to you.

“I’m the only one in this room that knows you don’t have panties underneath this beautiful dress” he whispered beside you with a small smirk that only you can notice.

And the moment you lift your head to face him, you see you le prince.

Jeno is your prince. The prince who just gave you a mind blowing orgasm just a few minutes back.

“Lee Jeno- what the fuck. What have you done,” you said quietly, trying to control your reactions in front of the entire school.

“Date me and I’ll give it back to you”

“No thanks, you can keep it- just please dont tell anyone what happened to us.”

And just like that both of your happy endings are cancelled for the night. He felt broken, you felt guilty. But he can’t just finish this night without a fight.

“Fine. At least let me drive you home” he said bitterly.

“Fine”

The drive was quiet as expected. No one saw you get inside Jeno’s car, you made sure of it. To be honest you wanted to apologize to him for the kick earlier, but you figured it will make everything even more awkward. So forget it.

When he had finally pulled in front of your house, neither of you started moving as if you didn’t want this night to end badly than it already is.

“I had a great time...” you started, hoping that it’s okay to even say ‘thank you’

“Can’t you see that I’m trying my best here?” he said and it turned quiet again, “I like you Y/n,”

“Are you sure?” Are the only words that came out from you.

“A hundred percent sure. If you don’t let me date you even just for a short period of time to prove my feelings to you... I might cry while driving home,”

“And that’s fucking dangerous. Okay okay,” you were panicking at this moment “I accept your offer. Please, just drive safe. You’re making me nervous,”

Jeno smiled from ear to ear upon hearing your decision. Even though you didn’t actually accepted his offer because you wanted to date him too,it’s fine. Jeno is willing to work hard for you.

Day after day Jeno ask you if you’re free for the most awaited date but you try so hard to avoid him. It was not easy to hide your ‘relationship’ and to be honest it’s starting to annoy you.

One awful day after practice, it was the weekend and only the squad and the football team is in campus for practice. It was a tough and ugly day, so you decided to wait for everyone to finish showering before you start cleaning yourself.

The water was nice and the warm feeling of the showers just relaxes you to the max and enjoy the running water. You take this opportunity to sort out your thoughts...but someone disturbed your peace again.

You feel him hold you by the waist and encircle his arms around it, head rests by the crook of your neck and even by just feeling his embrace, you knew that Jeno is tired too. That he had a bad day too and you didn’t want to make things worst for the both of you.

“The door was open, I locked it for you” he said quietly. The tiredness was even obvious through the way he speaks.

And knowing that Jeno is using you to comfort himself, you just let him do what he wants as a way to give back to the comfort and company that he’s giving you now.

Wet kisses were place on your shoulder and neck, his strong arms kept you close to him until your ass is so close to his cock that it’s poking your ass cheeks but you just let it be. To be honest you love the feeling of what’s happening now, you feel so close to Jeno just like the night during the dance.

You turned around to face him, only to find his face full of dirt from practice, exhausted expression and silence. He was never silent when he’s around you, and that’s how you confirmed that it was indeed a bad day.

“Want to talk about it?” You offered and Jeno just rests his forehead on yours, letting the water run through your naked bodies. Hands all over each other, no funny business just providing comfort. You took initiative to clean his face with your soap and pour shampoo on his hair, washing it gently as he lets you do what you want.

And finally, you see a hint of smile from his face and you cant help but to smile back.

You didn’t do anything stupid in the showers with Jeno, you just literally had shower with him while he keeps you close but it felt that you did something so intimate together. Like a couple who passionately had sex in bed.

After cleaning yourselves Jeno reached for your towel and wrapped you nicely, looking at your boobs without feeling ashamed because you’re looking at his cock too. If it was a normal day, you’d have sex right then and there, but you both don’t want it as of the moment.

“Wait here don’t get dressed yet,” he said when you’re back in the locker rooms.

And when he came back still wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, he dropped on bended knee as if he’s going to propose. But instead of reaching for your hand he reached for your leg, and made you wear the underwear that he took from you during the dance. “I washed it myself,” he said and placed a quick soft kiss on your waist before he gets up.

It was a sweet gesture. Not normal, but it was sweet and you liked it. He got up, turned his back and left you to finish putting your clothes. You wonder if he’ll wait for you outside because truth be told you don’t want this to end yet.

After you finish drying your hair and making yourself decent again, hoping that someone is waiting for you outside already. You saw Jeno waiting for you outside the school beside his car, looking so handsome on fresh new clothes with the cutest smile. Of course he waited.

“How was your day?” he finally asked you.

“Bad,” you answered and took a big bite on your hotdog sandwich. “I pushed my team so hard today that everyone just hated me during practice,”

“Same thing happened to me, me and Haechan almost got into a fight in the middle of practice earlier. I guess this what happens when we don’t practice at the same place,” he joked but his intentions were cute. “I’m not sure if were going to win this season. If we don’t, I would have to wave goodbye to my dream college”

“Jeno, we’re aiming at the same college, and knowing what they look for an athlete, it’s impossible that you won’t get scouted. I mean, you’re the reason why we keep winning. College football is no joke, so hang in there just do your best”

“College cheerleading is no joke either, you have to get in for me. I’m not taking cheers from a stranger it had to be you,” he made you giggle and let out small laughs that echoes around his car. You just nod at him and wiped the ketchup from his lips.

“Thank you and I’m sorry I’m always an asshole when it comes to you,” you said perfectly ruining the mood but Jeno did not let that happen.

“And for someone who used to hate each other, we sure are better when we work together,” he said, leaning closer to you for a kiss that you didn’t avoid. “Watch me win you fair and square,”

You smiled at what he said and returned the kiss to shut him up. And the next thing you know, you’re making out with Lee Jeno in his car in the middle of an empty fast food parking lot.

“You’re the first boy I ever kissed, Jeno, and I want you to be the last.... I mean you’re the first sincere kiss-“

“I get it, I get it,” he said and continue kissing you again.

After that fateful day, you’ve been each other’s rocks and support system. Meeting under the bleachers, showering last so you could shower in peace together after every weekend practice, and have secret dates whenever you want to. It was a beautiful time even though you’re not yet officially together. And that proper date he was meaning to give you, finally happened and you feel bad for avoiding this amazing moment to happen.

“Okay, I think we should stop” Jeno cut the kiss when you’re both getting too carried away. Knowing that his parents are away and you have the house all for yourselves just makes everything even more dangerous now. But instead of stopping you pushed him on his bed and went on top of him. Putting both of your legs on each of his sides and earning a cute giggle from him. “Alright, if this is what you wanted”

Jeno then traded places with you, putting you beneath him effortlessly and kissing every exposed skin he sees while slowly lifting your shirt and unclasping your bra effortlessly. Cupping your boobs and kneading them gently while he makes you crazy with his touch and the way his tongue swipes on your lips and dominates the kiss with that powerful tongue.

When he removed his shirt, you expected to see a very hot body, a perfectly sculpted abs, and his strong arms. You were prepared to see that. What you didn’t expect to see were the scars and bruises he got from practice and from his past games.

“Hey, don’t mind the scars. They don’t hurt anymore,” he reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. Even though his body was all ruined like this, he looks so happy in life and this current moment. You then realized that Jeno is more than football and his cocky attitude. He’s a man who loves the game and is willing to do everything for his dream.

And that.... fucking turned you on that you attacked him with kisses and quickly removed your pants, Jeno did the same with quick movements until you’re both wearing only your underwear and ready to do it for the first time. He was the first one to remove his boxers briefs and thats the time when you remember how your friends drooled over Jeno’s big dick. It was true.

And that’s going inside you. Every inch of that veiny, thick cock of Jeno.

He removed your panties next, kissing your legs as he swiftly pull it down you thighs and expose your pussy to him. Whispering sweet words, comforting and filthy ones to balance this beautiful moment. You smiled when he pulled away from kissing you and finally lining his cock to your entrance.

Pumping his cock in between your opened legs and in front of your wet pussy, he started to tease you with the tip of his thick cock. Up and down, Jeno made you feel how raw he’s going to fuck you tonight. He started kissing and touching your body, slowly pushing in your tight hole and stealing your breath away, making you breath so heavily and grip his strong shoulders as he oh so slowly put his entire cock inside you.

“Does it feel nice?” You struggled talking but you managed to let out decent words. He nodded and rolled his hips, making you both moan and hold each other tightly. That’s how nice Jeno feels around you.

He gave you a few gentle thrust, stretching you good so won’t get hurt when he starts fucking you hard. You watch his cock go in and out of your pussy, and you can’t help but feel proud that it fits perfectly. “I love seeing your smile,” he said when he caught you smiling. He kisses the top of your breast, softly and just making you feel crazy with his soft lips around your nipples. Suck it good and twirling his hot tongue around it until your nipples are hard and swollen.

You didn’t notice that he has been fucking and giving you harder and faster thrust that his bed is starting to creak so bad and your bodies are slightly bouncing from the mattress. The pleasure was so nice especially its you that he’s fucking now, that his mind just went blank and started kissing your breast wildly which made you part your lips and furrow your brows. You then reached for him because you can’t take the pleasure anymore and made him kiss your lips instead.

But just as you thought that the he will go slow, no. When his chest hit your breast, and you’re now bodies to bodies that he’s putting his entire weight on top of you, Jeno became wild again and pinned your legs on the mattress and started fucking you hard.

Thrust and thrust you feel the impact on every inch of your body, and feeling the sting and hurt on your cunt as he continues to fuck you so good and the pleasure did not stopped from there. He lifted your left leg, using your flexibility wisely and placing your leg on his shoulders, earning a kiss on your leg when he saw that you got excited with the new position.

Jeno went back to fucking you again, putting his left thumb on your clit to draw small circles while his other hand is holding your leg safely as he fucks you good again.

“Jeno- ahh! Fuck, not on the pill” you informed him with heavy breaths and delicious groans. Gripping his sheets tightly as you slowly feel your orgasm build up and made your toes curl. Pushing Jeno away and closing your legs immediately so could curl in a ball and enjoy your orgasm. You didn’t noticed that he came on your body the moment he pulled out, painting your skin with his hot and thick cum.

Suddenly it was quiet and only your heavy breaths can be heard.

“Sorry about that,” he apologized immediately and placed soft kisses on your shoulders while you still curl and shiver.

“No it’s perfectly fine,” you reached to him for a kiss and then Jeno proceeded to cleaning up his mess. Kissing your sensitive body while he wipes it and putting you both in the mood again for a second round, but stopped yourselves and just enjoy the night while you talk naked in his bed.

“Can you please play more safely? I see you go to the nurse’s wing every after game, but I never understood why until now. I though it’s just simple bruises.... and not, dislocated bones and-“ He cut you off with a soft giggle and caught him blushing like crazy. Who is this man? Is this really Lee Jeno? “What?” You added.

“Nothing. You’re just so cute when you worry for me. I remember back then you told me you wish I break my ankles during one of our morning practice because we had the field that day first,”

“Yeah... I’m sorry about that. You’re just so, annoying sometimes and I just hate you so much,” you gave him a hug as a sorry for what you said back then, which he gladly accepted and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“How about now? Do you still hate me now?” He squeezed you butt cheek to remind you of what happened earlier and how you loved every second of it.

“I most definitely, still hate you Jeno Lee” but of course, Jeno did not buy it and started kissing you again. Touching all the right places and whispering the right words. Until you two fucked again that night and he had to drive you home a little later that usual. This was the first night that you realized, you never wanted to be apart from Jeno.

“Y/n,” he called you just before you enter your house. You turned around to face him and gave him a sweet smile.

“Jeno Lee?”

“I love you,”

“I love you too,”

And just like that he made your heart jump again without any warning. Leaving you safely and driving away from you with both happy hearts.

When Jeno’s most awaited game finally came, by this time around you’re both still seeing each other secretly.

“There’s my favorite cheerleader,” he grabs you by the waist and admire you in your cheer uniform. You rolled your eyes at him and raked his long hair away from his face. Reminding him to play safely tonight.

“Win for this pussy,” you said with a smirk. You haven’t had sex with Jeno for some time now because he was so focused with practice and you think, tonight is just perfect.

But the handsome guy has something more in mind, “uh uh, Im winning for something else, this game is big I need a motivation,”

“Well, name it lover boy and I’m happy to give it,”

“Your heart. If we win this game we will be officially together and of course, the sex is just a bonus. What do you say? My place?” he’s waiting for an answer that will give him the energy that he will need all throughout the game.

You kissed him on the lips and encircled your arms around him and said, “Deal” then placed another one, “Now go win because I don’t want to spend my life with anyone else”

“You just had to set the bar high right before a game, huh?” He smirked and asked for another kiss. Completely transferring your balm to his soft, addicting lips.

Of course you and Jeno were excited and all for the thrill that night. The game wasn’t easy to win, but he worked hard inside the field while you worked hard outside the field, making sure that the people will have faith to Jeno until the end of the game, win or lose.

And speaking of win or lose, of course you’ll still make him your boyfriend after tonight. You just couldn’t let his heart break two times in one night.

But no worries, because as you wave your pompoms and screamed for Jeno’s name to take the winning shot, everyone celebrated with you.

“THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND!!!” You shamelessly shouted and came running towards to Jeno together with the others and Jeno caught you in his strong arms and lifted you off the ground. Kissing you in front of everyone which made their jaws drop.

That night, you have never been so flirty around Jeno, and he had never been this sweet to you. Maybe, you two were just holding it in and now that nothing is stopping you, you’re ready to love each other with everything you got.

[buckyownsmylife]

Young and Beautiful - Steve Rogers smut

The one where you were supposed to be a one-night stand, but Steve won't let that happen

Warnings: smut, and a little bit of angst.

A/N: this was our first ever patreon-voted fic, chosen for the month of May! My patreons at the $3 tier get to send me their ideas once a month and two of them end up being voted so I can write one of them each month. June’s fic is the one where Ransom needs to get a sugar mommy, and if you want to suggest a story for our July’s fic, please consider becoming a patreon! Thank you to my darling @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ for reading this over for me.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The first time wasn’t a mistake, I could admit to that. Steve had been coming to the same bar where I worked for almost a year now. I knew who he was, of course. Everyone knew - he was hard to miss. But I think what he liked about our run-down place is that no one seemed to care about Captain America and the things he did when he didn’t have a bottle of beer in his hand.

Over here, he was just Steve. And Steve tipped well and drank a lot - I was sure he couldn’t get drunk, no matter how many beers I served him, but he never stopped asking me for more.

So, needless to say, he was adored. Adored by my boss, who was always around to keep watch of his customers and keep them in line. Adored by Luke, who guarded the entrance, for all the nights Steve helped him get rid of men who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. And adored by all the waitresses, for precisely the same reason - and because I always shared my tips with all of them.

Even the kitchen staff adored Steve. Besides, it’s not like he was hard on the eye - all the girls (customers and staff) were constantly fawning over him, but he was nothing short of a gentleman, always.

Actually, he seemed to avoid the members of the opposite sex as best as he could, clearly not interested in whatever it was that they planned to possibly get to do with him. Well, except for me.

He never avoided me. I always figured it was because I was the guardian of the alcohol - we’d even joke about it sometimes, when he came to sit by the bar after politely declining someone’s advances.

“It’s just hard to understand how to date nowadays,” he commented one day after a pretty girl actually asked him out on a date right in front of me, but he refused. I shrugged as I wiped the counter, thinking if there was any advice I could give him.

“It really isn’t that hard. You go out to dinner, walk her home and when you step in front of her door, you ask her for some coffee. She’ll usually do it herself, but if you want to show your interest…” His frown was amusing, to say the least, but I held back my laughter so he wouldn’t be even more uncomfortable.

“A coffee?” Giggling, I nodded. “Before bed? But…”

“It’s a metaphor, Steve. A lady can’t very well invite you into her sheets, now can she?” He blushed three different shades of red when I winked, another giggle escaping. “I mean, she can, but we like to keep some things unsaid - innuendos can be very sexy.”

Two months had passed and if Steve made use of my lessons, I wouldn’t know. He never brought anyone to the bar and never left with any lady who approached him either.

“What can I get ya, Steve?” I’d always ask. I’d never once called him Cap or anything other than the name he used to introduce himself - even though I obviously knew who he was. He always took his time before answering my questions, even if they required a simple yes or no, which amused me to no end.

For a while, I actually believed a gun or one of the buildings the Hulk had undoubtedly thrown in his direction had left him with a difficulty of hearing. But then after my first question, he never seemed to have any problem understanding me at all.

“Just a beer,” he’d say, a small, soft smile as he tried not to stare too much at me, fingers tapping on the counter while I got his order. I appreciated his effort not to make me uncomfortable - I knew he’d seen how often men did that to me. I had no doubt that was why he only ever looked me in the eye from under those huge eyelashes of his.

“There you go.” Always the same routine, we never once deviated from it. Until one night when I was supposed to close the bar and he heard my boss instructing me to be careful.

“There’s been a lot of robberies this late at night. Make sure you lock everything up properly.” I saluted in jest, making the old man laugh and shake his head at me. “See you tomorrow, kid.”

There were only a handful of customers - Steve included, and he was the only one by the bar, so I threw him a quick smile as I wiped the glasses and started to clean the counter.

“Can I get you anything else?” I offered, but he only grimaced in response, leaving me confused. “Is there something wrong?” He stared directly at me without answering for a while before he was able to snap out of whatever it was that had frozen him.

“You’re supposed to leave by yourself at two in the morning?” I chuckled lightly at his concern, avoiding his gaze so he wouldn’t see how it warmed my heart that he’d be preoccupied over me, someone that was a little more than a stranger to him.

“It’s part of the job,” I reassured him. “Well, usually it’s part of Luke’s job. But whenever he has to leave early, it’s my duty to fill in for him.” He nodded, but didn’t make any movement towards leaving. Usually, he would be gone by now, but it wasn’t that extraordinary for him to stay until the hour I left.

This was the first time he stayed this long though, considering I wasn’t the one responsible for closing the bar and I only realized it when I looked around and noticed we were the last two people left in the room.

“Planning on drinking much more?” I joked, trying to gauge if he was going to be much longer, but he seemed startled by my question, looking around to verify the same thing I’d just noticed.

“Oh, no. Not at all.” I smiled, thankful that he was conscious and wouldn’t force me to stay even longer after my shift had finished. “I just figured I could walk you home. It is pretty late, after all.”

My heart warmed up at how sweet and thoughtful this man was. He had no reason to wait for me to finish my job just to walk me home, yet here he was. “Thank you, Steve,” I acknowledged, sending him a grateful grin. “Let me just check the bathrooms real quick. I’ll grab my purse and we can leave.”

He nodded, watching me do as I said and in no time at all we took off together in the direction of my apartment. I wasn’t worried about making small talk with him on the way there - I knew he was a good conversationalist from all the times he had stayed by the bar instead of taking his beer to a table, and I adored the stories he told of his missions just as much as I appreciated how he genuinely cared about what I had to say.

The walk to my place seemed shorter than ever before, and in a few minutes we were standing in front of my door as I searched for my keys in my bag.

“C-Can I…” He murmured as I looked for it, glancing up at him and smiling to signal he should continue even though I couldn’t give him my full attention at that moment. “Would you… Do you have some coffee?”

I was so shocked that my head whipped up to stare at him, eyes wide and unbelieving. Did Steve… Did he… Did he want to have sex with me? “I mean… in your apartment, do you have some coffee in your apartment?”

The thought was so extraordinary that the second I realized his intentions, a fire of desire warmed my lower belly, not because he was Captain America, but because he was an attractive and sweet guy that was way out of my league and I couldn’t believe he was into me.

He kept talking as I kept blinking at him, trying to process what was going on. “’Cause I’d really like to have some coffee… with you… If you want some too…”

His voice got smaller the longer it took for me to answer him, until it disappeared completely and he cleared his throat. “Nevermind.” He was about to turn around and make a run for it, I was sure, but I was able to grasp his wrist just in time, signalling him to stop because I had something to say.

“I would love to make you some coffee, Steve.”

So yeah, the first time wasn’t a mistake. He was way too fucking sweet and I got hot just by seeing how nervous he was to ask me for some “coffee”, incredulous that I was capable of affecting this giant man that much.

So as soon as we were in my apartment, I tied up my hair with the little hair tie I always kept on my wrist during work and got on my knees for him.

And I cherished every fucking second of it.

The way his mouth fell open in a gasp when I reached for his jeans, the little moans he let out as I licked his member… I couldn’t close my eyes, too transfixed by his expressions to miss anything.

The way he pulled me by my hair to devour my mouth, hands so eager to undress me that he ended up ripping my blouse, but it only made me giggle.

The way his groan sounded almost painful when he picked me up, shoved me against the door and penetrated me, filling me so beautifully I hit my head back against the wood and didn’t even notice it.

He got me to cum without almost no preparation, just from the thrill of it all, the stretch of his member inside of me. When I urged him to cum in my pussy, the look on his eyes was enough to get me to cum again, milking him dry as he emptied himself with a growl, forehead dropping against mine while he tried to catch his breath.

I was expecting him to leave immediately or maybe stay for an actual coffee. I wasn’t expecting him to pull out, drop to his knees and start lapping his cum from inside of me, eyes as focused on mine as I had been for him only minutes before.

Burying my fingers in his short locks, I tried to keep myself up despite the way my legs trembled, but Steve just adjusted them so they’d be over his shoulders and held me up with his face buried in me.

I had never cum so many times in a row. But then again, I had never had a man eat his own cum out of me.

I fully intended it to be a one time thing, and that was my plan. I thanked him for eating me out, made him some coffee, giggled at his stories about his friends and for a second it almost looked like we were back at the bar, only the counter was my kitchen table and I was allowed to sit on the other side.

He didn’t ask to stay the evening and I breathed a sigh of relief after I closed the door behind him, ignoring the slight empty feeling that momentarily hit me. This is what I wanted, I reminded myself, and by acting the way I expected him to, he had made it clear that he understood the rules of the dating world he claimed to know so little of.

This was a one time deal. Nothing more.

But then the first night we saw each other at the bar again, it was when he burst through the door to punch some guy who came in just as I was closing, trying to steal the money we had in the vault. I was so fucking relieved to see his face that all I could do was tremble in his arms after the police came to get the robber, and of course I couldn’t let him go after that.

He walked me home and I didn’t even ask anything, just stood on my tiptoes to kiss his lips, using my grip on his shirt to pull him in as he helped me with my clothes.

“You’re so fucking pretty…” He moaned, and perhaps that should have been my first sign, the one that alerted me to stop what I was doing and not make this into a mistake I couldn’t take back.

He hadn’t talked the last time. He had never complimented me before.

“God, your ass…” He groaned as he palmed it, helping me over his lap when he took a seat on my couch, until I could fuse the both of us and ride us to hysteria.

But I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind because it felt so fucking good to be desired by him, to have him inside of me, cumming deep into my pussy only to eat it all out of me again.

It didn’t take long for me to learn about the errors of my way, though. In fact, it started the very next day, when he walked into the bar grinning from ear to ear and made a beeline in my direction.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, and my eyes went wide as two saucers, especially when I saw him lean over the counter like he intended to peck my lips.

“Hello, Captain.” I quickly turned my back to him, facing the shelves of liquor to pretend that I was looking for something. My heart sank to my stomach as I took in what was happening, what I had just done in my effort to put some distance between us as if last night had never happened. “Can I get you anything?”

The time it took for him to answer almost had me looking at him from over my shoulder, but I restrained myself. “Yeah, you,” he finally said, and I breathed out in surprise. “Why are you acting this way?”

I panicked for a few seconds, reaching up for an already clean glass to attack it with my rag. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tried to reassure the both of us, still incapable of looking him in the eye.

But I could see his massive body by the end of the counter from the corner of my eyes, where he always sat, and I saw him tap the old battered wood with his fingers - fingers he had used to spread me open for his tongue to reach - as he thought.

I hoped he would let it go. I hoped he would not.

“Fine,” he relented, and I froze, uncertain of what he meant. “I’ll come back tomorrow.” My head snapped up just in time to watch him leave, and he didn’t even look over his shoulder.

I tried to tell myself it was for the best. He needed some time to get over whatever the hell it was that he thought he was feeling and tomorrow things would go back to normal. But that wasn’t what happened.

He came back with flowers the next day, and I didn’t have any reasonable excuse not to accept it. He didn’t push for anything, just gave me the bouquet before asking for his usual drink. And then he proceeded to stay the entire evening right there, where he always sat, carefully watching my every move.

For the first time in a while, I broke two glasses in a single evening.

The day after that, he came with a box of chocolates. I couldn’t hide the smile because they were my favorite - I didn’t know how he knew it until he reminded me.

“You told me you liked them right when I started coming to this place.” His eyes were so heavy with a sad feeling that I couldn’t recognize that I had to avert my gaze. It messed with my heartbeat, it left my throat feeling dry.

“Thanks, Captain,” I softly acknowledged it, and I saw the way his grip on the box tightened. I saw it in the way it was slightly crumpled when I took it from his hands, but he didn’t say a word.

There was only so much that he could take, though. And I knew that. It didn’t help that my boss had caught onto his intentions and started to push me to go out on a date with him.

“Why don’t you give the poor guy a chance?” He’d incite, much to Steve’s utter glee.

“Yeah, Y/N. Why don’t you go out with me?” Steve urged, and although he never asked when my boss wasn’t around to initiate the teasing, I knew he wondered.

And the truth was that I wondered about it too. Because everything was screwed up now. When I gave him his beer and our fingers brushed, mine were left tingling. When I looked his way to find his gaze already on me, I shivered.

So yes, the second time was undeniably a mistake, but there wouldn’t be a third time. I’d make sure of it.

Steve’s P.O.V.

I was tired of waiting. I knew I had wanted her since the first time I laid my eyes on her, when I decided to stop at this rundown bar in the hopes of one night of crappy beer without being bothered by anyone asking for autographs or pictures.

I’d come here almost every night when I could escape the tower to watch her work, slowly getting her to warm up to me, and I fell for her personality in the process.

The way she clearly saw me as Steve, and not my title.

The way she always laughed at my stories and shared what had happened in the previous nights with the raucous customers.

The way she seemed to care about everyone and everything that came into contact with her.

So what started as desire became something deeper and for the first time since I was unfrozen, I found myself eager to understand what dating in this new century was like. I asked Sam for advice, and even Tony for any tips he could give me, but their general ideas didn’t matter to me when all I wanted was one single person.

Her.

So I asked her for her thoughts on the matter and was surprised with myself when I put them into practice. I was even more surprised when she accepted my advances and welcomed me into her embrace.

I was sure I’d never been happier than that evening.

But to have her pretend nothing had happened and even worse - treat me like a stranger after I had learned the taste of her skin? Nothing hurt deeper than that.

And still, I understood. I realized then that she hadn’t seen the situation the way that I had. She had thought all I wanted was a one-night deal - well, two-night deal - because I had never shown her anything to make her think differently.

So I set out to do just that. My way this time. And I was just about ready to ask her on a proper date when I was forced away for a whole damn month, having to resort to my hand and my memories of her body to get through the cold nights on the field.

The second I was back in the city, I only had one thing in mind. To get what I wanted, in whatever way she would let me.

“Can we talk?” My voice sounded clipped to my own ears, and maybe that’s why her mouth opened in surprise - or maybe it was seeing me at the bar so early, when there was barely anyone around, after being absent for so long.

“Sure,” she finally accepted, shrugging like it was no big deal, but I knew better than that. She might not know it, but I could read her perfectly, and I knew she was hiding her true feelings even to herself. I knew those feelings were deeper than she had ever felt. I knew they made her scared.

“Not here.” She stopped cleaning glasses then, frozen for a second before she looked around, taking in the fact that no one else was going to need her for a while. There was nowhere to run and maybe I was a jerk for doing this during her work hours, but I was a desperate jerk and I couldn’t wait a second longer.

“Okay.” She sounded small, and I knew what she was expecting to get out of this conversation. Closure, in one way or another. For me to finally let go of her. But I wouldn’t.

I wanted her too damn bad to let her escape like that.

“Go out with me.” I asked the second that the office door was closed behind us, and she immediately started shaking her head. “Yes, please,” I insisted. “Let me show you that I want more from you. I want so much more.”

“I can’t give you more,” was her answer, and she still avoided my eyes as she spoke. “One night, you even had two. That’s all I can give you. Please don’t ask me for anything more.”

“Why?” I asked, and the frustration in my voice was enough to get her to meet my eyes for the first time that evening. “Why are you trying to avoid this? I know you want me, Y/N. You wouldn’t have slept with me if you didn’t. So just tell me why.”

“I can’t,” she insisted, moving towards the door, but I grasped her hand to stop her before she could slip through it - much like she had done that first night, when I thought I’d screwed up any chance I had to ever be with her.

“Tell me why you’re holding yourself back from me,” I ordered, anger and desire creating an explosive cocktail inside of me, making my voice hoarse. I saw her shiver. I watched her break.

“Because it was too fucking good and I swear to God, if you get your mouth on me again, I’m gonna marry you.” Our expressions mirrored one another, eyes wide, mouths hanging open. She couldn’t believe she had let out her feelings like this. I couldn’t believe there was all there was to it.

I dropped to my knees before her.

“Come here.” I shoved her jeans all the way down to her ankles, sending the button flying somewhere. I couldn’t tell where and I didn’t care. All I wanted was to show her that there was nothing wrong with wanting this, with wanting me because as long as she allowed me to, I’d give anything to be with her.

My tongue was so hungry to taste her sweetness again. I licked a stripe between her lower lips before I could even get my hand there, spreading her with my fingers for easier access.

God, she was heavenly. I watched her let her head fall back against the door, much like the first time I was able to be in this position, and my heartbeat fluttered at the realization that this time, I was much closer to getting what I really wanted from her.

“I’ve been terrified of my own feelings for long enough,” I decided to confess, parting from her clit to be able to speak but slipping two digits inside her hole, filling her up, preparing her to welcome me. “I can wait for you to come to terms with yours. But I can’t keep myself away,” I warned, quickening my movements as I chased away the taste of her in my tongue. “So don’t ask that of me.”

Her moan had my eyes sparkling with excitement. I lowered my head to suck her button, see the way it made her thighs tremble on each side of my face.

“So fucking sexy,” I moaned against her cunt. “Come for me, sweetheart. Drench my face.” Her little cry of ecstasy denounced she was about to do just that, so I twirled my tongue around her clit, rubbing my digits against her sweet spot as her body tensed under my ministrations.

“There you go…” I whispered, fascinated with the way she looked after her release. It was like she glowed from the inside, muscles relaxing to accept my caresses when I finished cleaning her with my tongue and rose to my full height.

“Next time you try to pretend something between us didn’t happen, I’m gonna bend you over the counter and spank your ass in front of all of the other patrons,” I warned her before nibbling her earlobe. “Go out with me,” I tried again, and she took a deep breath before answering, looking up at me from under her eyelashes.

“Okay.”

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Moving Antics (M)

A/N: This was requested a while ago and I hope you will enjoy it! I always welcome feedback of any kind! Have a good day x

genre: smut, optional bias (m) x reader (f), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation (a tiny bit), dom!bias, very lowkey roleplaying??, reader wears a maid outfit (not in a degrading way)

words: ~ 5.4 k

tag list: @mochi-ficz (let me know if you wanna be tagged when I post new fics!)

People had told you over and over. Moving is a stressful, exhausting process. It would take a while for you to settle in. Until everything had found its perfect place, weeks could pass. At least that’s what everybody said. What they all failed to understand, though, was that being in love could make the most tiring experience fun. Was it stressful? Sometimes. Exhausting? Why don’t you ask yourself that, when you fell into bed like a walking corpse at night? But all it took was a glimpse at your boyfriend as he carried inside the box that said ‘anniversary gifts’ and it was all worth it. You were confident in one thing at least. In the settling in department you were both ranking foremost.

You had lived in the apartment for only a week, and you couldn’t have been more all-over-each-other. Somehow there seemed to be an unspoken challenge you had both taken on. Maybe you two could set a record for most surfaces in a flat someone could have sex on. Or perhaps you should have started marking the rooms and spaces you hadn’t been able to add to your list yet. There wouldn’t have been many left. At the moment, there was only one downside to being so head-over-heels in love. A lot of the boxes in the apartment had been left unattended, as if you only waited long enough, the things would start flying out of the cartons and miraculously sort themselves out while you could stay there, in bed with your lover between your legs.

But this wasn’t Hogwarts and you weren’t some magician. And so one rainy Saturday noon you decided it would be thatday. The day you finally put away all the things that were still in the boxes. Not that the day had been successful so far. It was 12 pm and you were in bed. The shower was running in the bathroom next door, and you wondered how you would convince your boyfriend and yourself that getting things done would be a worthwhile pastime. Telling yourself you would come up with a tactic with your eyes closed, you tricked yourself into daydreaming for a little while longer, cuddled in the blankets that still smelled like him.

When you heard footsteps approach, your mind snapped back to reality. He strut through the door like a nude model, searching for some clothes to wear. His smirk when he saw you eye him was prominent and made your stomach flip. It took every last will of yours to not ask him to come back into bed with you, forget all your earlier plans and live like you were the last people on earth.

“Do you want breakfast?” he asked, finishing his outfit by pulling a shirt over his head. “I’ll make you some.”

You hummed, starry-eyed at his perfection. “Thank you,” you said. Quickly, he kissed your forehead and then walked off, presumably in the direction of the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, at the kitchen table, you finally brought up your wonderful idea.

“I think we really should unpack some more stuff today,” you said, “Don’t you think?”

“You’re right,” he said, “We’ve really been procrastinating.”

“You can say that again,” you laughed.

“Although I wouldn’t describe our scientific research of the last few days as completely pointless.”

“Our what?” you asked. You were getting up to put away the plates of your late breakfast.

“Us testing which room of the house is the most fun to have sex in,” he stated, matter of fact. “I vote for the bathroom.”

“You just love the mirrors,” you grinned, and he mirrored it.

“I do,” he said. His arms snuck around your waist from behind. “Almost as much as I love you.”

“I love you too, babe,” you said, “You know, there’s one room we haven’t tried yet.”

“The office,” he said. You turned your head and you kissed him deeply. In agreement you hummed, your arms wrapping around him. He pulled you closer, hands ghosting over the back of your thighs and up to your hips. You felt like jumping onto the counter and having him there, again, just like you had done it two days ago. But then you remembered you had other projects for the day. If you gave in to him now, you’d end up back in bed for the rest of the day, probably. Guilt was already setting in at the mere thought.

“Wait,” you pulled away and said, “We have things to get done.”

His nod was dilatory but then he seemed to recall his own determination from around two minutes ago. You wished you could have motivated him otherwise, but you were already struggling to spur on yourself to be productive. Then, you suddenly remembered something. Your eyes must have widened in surprise because he furrowed his brows at you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Stay here,” you announced, “I’ll make sure we get through with this today.”

And you were off to your bedroom. You pulled the box out from the far back of your closet. Memories flashed your mind, of when you and your boyfriend had been watching a show together. One of the characters had been wearing a provocative maid outfit, and you still thought about the way he had grinned at it, or how he had said he found it cute, which you believed translated to sexy, but he had been a little shy back then.

Long story short you bought one. And what better occasion to put it to use than now? You went all out, stockings and heels as well as your attempt at fixing your hair quickly, which you knew didn’t really matter, since you would want it out of the way if you were really going to be emptying boxes. You strut down the hall, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The black and white costume just about covered your ass, and on your chest was a cutout in the shape of a cat’s head. The ruffles of the material bounced as you walked, excited to see your boyfriend’s reaction.

“Close your eyes!” you shouted. “No cheating!”

“I never cheat,” he said. You rolled your eyes, remembering his video game antics from the past.

“Before you say anything…this is supposed to be a motivation for us to empty the boxes. If we do that, we can have our reward,” you said.

“What reward?” he asked, eyes still shut.

“Open your eyes and you’ll know,” you said. Oh, how dearly you whished you could have captured his face on camera.

“Babe…,” he said. Then his mouth just stayed agape, as he ogled at you shamelessly. Just because he could. Because he was just thatlucky to have you.

“Do you like it?” you asked.

“Yes. Of course I do,” he said. His tone was emotionless because he was way too busy sorting out his own thoughts in his head. “But do you really think this is a good idea? How am I supposed to focus on anything but you?”

“We’ll figure it out,” you said. “Don’t you want to feel accomplished at the end of it all? If we don’t start working now, we’ll just end up feeling guilty. Again. Come on, let’s do this.”

“Alright,” he said. “Let me have one kiss.”

You laughed and granted him that one wish. His lips lingered on yours for a while. You knew he didn’t want to pull away. Neither did you. But at last, he had enough control to remove himself from you. It was the office that still needed the most work to be done. Cardboard boxes were piled on top of each other, labelled with some sort of theme or room of belonging on the outside. When you looked his way, he was only eyeing your legs. But then you grabbed the closest box to you and handed it to your boyfriend, and he snapped out of his trance.

Believe it or not, there were up- and downsides to the maid costume in this situation. The pros included feeling unnecessarily sexy whilst doing an unbelievably humane task, not getting too warm since you were already wearing little clothing and having your boyfriend virtually drooling over your appearance. The downsides were mostly reduced to one word: heels. Climbing a ladder and balancing three boxes on top of each other in your arms was an arduous task to begin with. Now add the possibility of twisting your ankle on the top step of a ladder and crashing to the floor, probably breaking your back or worse. You really couldn’t endanger the prospect of the fun you were planning on having later by taking that risk.

That’s why you chose to abandon the heels somewhere on the floor about half an hour into the process. And you came to the conclusion that finally getting over and done with what you had been procrastinating for the last week wasn’t all that bad. You were a whirlwind, running from room to room to make sure everything had its place. At some point he had turned some music on, and it was making everything even better. After all this time, you finally had your own place to decorate however you desired. As you admired how nicely things were coming together, you hummed to yourself quietly.

You weren’t sure whether he was having as much fun as you were. Especially not when you walked past him in the doorframe, carrying four pillows. Your ass – maybe not all that accidentally – brushed against his front as you entered the room. Innocence and feigned ignorance were on your face but you noticed exactly the way his eyes dwelled on you for a little longer until he got back to work.

But everything you could do he could do just as well. Fifteen minutes later, you were occupied with stacking books onto a shelf. Wanting them to stand in a very specific order turned out to be more time-consuming than you had anticipated. You heard his steps behind you, assuming he was going to walk past you. Suddenly his lips brushed against your exposed neck.

“Remember this song?” he asked. You hadn’t been focused on the music for a while now, but of course you remembered. “Remember when I fucked you to the beat of this? Because I do.”

“Babe,” you said. There was a little part in your brain that had the glorious idea of him having you right there, against the bookshelf. You wouldn’t even need to remove your clothes. With him, it took nothing but a few magic words and you felt like giving him all of you. No. It’s not time for that yet. Your rationality vanquished that little avid thought and pushed it away, back into your unconscious where it had come from. It wasn’t gone yet, only not so urgent anymore.

“You’re right,” he said. “We’ll save that for later. Just wanted to remind you of how much of a good time we can have.”

You only shook your head and grinned as he walked off, pretending to be blissfully unbothered. What goes around, comes around, after all. And you deserved that for pushing up against him earlier. It took a minute and you got back to sorting your book titles. Time passed surprisingly fast when you were being productive. Box after box emptied itself, almost as if your wish for magic powers had become reality. But it was just two people, who were so excited about their reward that they forgot to even take a proper break in between the chaos. And soon you were down to the last cardboard box. It was full of decorations you didn’t need for the current season.

Just a few more climbs up and down the ladder to the very top of the closet and you were done. He stood next to the ladder, handing you the things so you didn’t have to go all the way down each time.

“Last one,” he said, giving you a box with holiday lights. Successfully, you placed it in its new spot. When you finally made eye contact with him, he was already staring at you like you were the only thing in the room worth looking at. To be fair, from where he stood, there wasn’t much left up to his imagination. With your stockings on display, his eyes could probably go all the way up to your garter belt.

“Is this angle too revealing?” you asked.

“Absolutely,” he said, making you laugh. Smirking, he took your hand as you stepped off the ladder. You stumbled into his body as you grinned at each other. You both had the same thing on your mind, without a doubt. It was like a little inside joke you had made up just now, making you flirt through looks and small touches. His hand rubbed the small of your back as he bent to your ear.

“My pretty maid, haven’t you worked enough for the day?” he asked. “All that teasing you did today must have been soexhausting.”

You nodded overly seriously, as if riling up your horny boyfriend was physically tiring work. “I hope I did a good job. Did I?”

“No one else could have done it better,” he said. “Now let me treat you, baby.”

You hummed with your mouth already too close to his to say anything. Then your lips finally crashed onto his. It was a little ridiculous how much you missed his touch after only hours of being without it. People had told you you’d get tired of being with each other all the time. But it had been years and you still wished you could have cuffed his wrist to yours because you loved him just that much.

Your tongues fought playfully as you pushed him against the closet front. Small noises came from both of your mouths, quietly agreeing that this was what you had been waiting for – more or less patiently. Your hands became busy with the buttons of his flannel. When you came across his bare skin underneath instead of a shirt, you smiled into the kiss. Every layer less to remove meant you were one step closer to what you wanted.

“We’ve never done it in here,” you muttered against his hungry lips. “That table looks nice, doesn’t it?”

He grinned. Your hands had already messed up his hair, but nothing came close to his dark eyes in moments like these. His look never failed to make your heart skip a beat while you wondered how you had ended up with the most handsome guy in the world.

“Will you think of us, if you ever sit there and work in the future?” he asked, leading you over to the office table. He dropped his flannel on the ground on the way.

“I always think about us,” you said. “But you can make sure this one stays especially prominent in my memory.”

“There’s nothing I’d rather do,” he said, and kissed you again. Your ass was backed against the edge of the table and one of his legs pushed between your thighs. It made you whimper quietly in anticipation. He touched the little part on your thighs that was bare, playing with your garters. With your eyes closed, his tongue on yours and his hands being so close but so far from where you needed him, your head spun with dizziness. He was like a drug, like alcohol dripping straight from his lips and the more you kissed him, the less control you had over yourself. His attention gave you loose lips and the impulse to be risky, all whilst feeling so high up in the clouds you weren’t sure you’d ever find your way back down. You hissed when he pressed his fingers against your underwear.

“You’ll keep the dress on,” he said. “Will you?”

“Of course,” you obliged. “If that’s what you want.”

“Good girl,” he said, and he pulled aside your panties to slide his finger over the slickness that had formed between your thighs. As if on command, your hips moved closer to his hand as you whimpered at the too gentle friction. All afternoon you had been thinking of his hands on you. When you had watched him peel away the tape from the boxes, when he was taking your hand to help you down from the ladder and when he had run his fingers through his hair absentmindedly – all you could think about was how much you wanted those hands to grab your hips and for him to have his way with you.

“Take these off,” he ordered. His stern but gentle voice turned your insides into mush. It made you behave almost like a robot, no ifs ands or buts. When you usually liked to tease him, you knew not to test your limits when he spoke in this tone. Your underwear dropped to the floor and you kicked it a few meters away. Again, his hands ghosted under your dress and found your center. You felt like your knees would buckle from the way he rubbed small circles on your clit. Moaning quietly, you wrapped your arms around his neck for support, leaning your forehead against his chest for a moment. You let out small huffs and whimpers against his skin and nuzzled especially close to him when he touched that one special spot for a few seconds.

“Look at me.” He watched intently as your eyelids fluttered like your eyes were going to roll to the back of your head. You tried your best.

“Put your hands on the table by your sides,” he said. You hummed in disapproval but didn’t dare say so. After all, he could have also told you to put them on your back. And holding on to a wooden edge was still better than not holding on to anything, when you felt like a child standing on its feet for the first time. When he hooked his free hand under your thigh, lifting up your leg a little, your grip on the table tightened. You swore under your breath when he plunged two of his fingers into you. He curled them, pushing hard against your sweet spot and you curled your back in response.

All day you had gone without any sort of attention, when your head had been so full of things you knew you could do with him. The most release you had gotten – which was basically no release at all – was from pushing your legs together tightly when the dirty thoughts had become too much for your brain to handle. You knew it was your own fault for setting yourself up with this challenge. But now with your chest heaving and your head feeling like a tsunami of emotions was raging inside of it, you didn’t regret it as much as you thought you would two hours ago. Maybe you should play this waiting game more often, instead of jumping onto each other any chance you got.

“You look so hot like this,” he said. At the sound of his voice your eyes opened. Those eyes. While they usually held loyalty and playfulness, they now only spoke of authority. He used his thumb to rub your clit whilst his fingers were still inside of you, making you feel like floating. You were his favorite sight, by far. Above all times he watched you, from waking up in the morning to falling asleep in his arms at night, right now was the most mesmerizing. Your parted lips were the entrance to heaven and the glow in your teary, desperate eyes was putting the evening sun to shame.

“I’m so close,” you moaned. Your chest was alternating between short puffs and not breathing at all. Maybe your brain was too focused on the bliss you were chasing to care about breathing for now. You couldn’t blame yourself.

“Don’t make a mess, baby,” he said.

“No, I won’t,” you said. “Can I touch you when I come, please?”

You gave him your most entreating eyes, knowing that even though he liked telling you what to do in the bedroom, not even the strictest boyfriend was immune to your puppy eyes. You suspected that if he had declined, you might have held on to him anyways. Too overpowering was the clamor inside your head that was telling you to be close to him.

“Only when you’re coming,” he said. “Not a second earlier.”

You nodded obediently as your eyes shut again. Good thing you were mere moments away from just that. His fingers moved quickly, now that he knew how close you were to your high. It robbed your breath all at once. And it did the job, after a short while. You whined and arched your back, your hands flinging around his shoulders. Your little noises came out muffled against his skin as you closed your legs around his hand. He barely moved his fingers anymore, but kept the pressure on your most sensitive spots, making sure you could relish in every last second of your orgasm. Only after a while your grip on him loosened, and you realized how your nails had been digging into his skin.

“Sorry,” you said, rubbing over the moon-shaped marks on his shoulder. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, baby,” he said. When he removed his hand, you shuddered one last time, but missed his touch already. His magic was always working on you. Even when he had just made you come, the mere sight of the bulge in his pants, ready to spring free, made you want to pull him right into your body again.

“You came so fast today,” he said. Softly, he kissed you, but you noticed the hint of hunger that he must had been feeling as you were coming down from your high.

“That’s what you do to me,” you admitted. “Do you think you’re the only one who felt tortured all day long? It was driving me crazy, too.”

“You seemed to have a lot of fun, messing with my head,” he said, smirking.

“You’ll find that it was worth it, after this,” you said. He raised his eyebrows in question. You were already stepping forward, dropping to your knees in front of him. Like a child on Christmas morning, his eyes lit up at the sight of you.

“Aren’t you the prettiest maid?” he asked, the question obviously rhetorical. To him, you were the prettiest person in the whole universe. You tugged on his pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear. Your mouth watered at the sight of his member, hard and red from all the waiting he’d had to endure. The way he looked at you from above made you feel small, but he stroked your hair out of your face gently and you knew this was exactly where you wanted to be right now, and any other day.

“Hands behind your back,” he said. You smiled and did as he said, holding your right wrist with your left hand on your back. He caught on to your reaction right away.

“You don’t even mind, right?” he said. You were already sitting straight, mouth open, your tongue protruding slightly. “You like it when I make it more difficult for you, don’t you?”

You only nodded and hummed a small yes, then he placed the tip of his dick on your tongue. At first, you only closed your mouth around it, not taking more of him. Your tongue licked over the swollen tip almost shyly. He groaned as he watched you test the waters. After all, he was the one who could control what you did to him. For now, however, he seemed to leave you your freedom to do what you felt like. You pressed your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, licking over the tip ever so slowly. Then, you sunk your mouth further onto his length, taking as much as you could. It was so quiet you only noticed his uneven breathing as he eyed you from above.

“Shit, you’re so good for me,” he said. “Now stop with the teasing, will you? You know what happens if you don’t.”

You knew exactly. And so you shifted from your slow movements to quicker ones. You made sure to keep your tongue on him, especially when you moved your head away, swirling it around the tip now and then. His moans were music to your ears and only motivated you further. You had always loved his voice, when you sang to the song on the car radio or hummed his latest favorite song under the shower. But nothing compared to the way his voice sounded when you sucked him off. He seemed to be the most unrestrained then, not caring who heard him because he was way to obsessed with you sitting by his feet. The way he looked at you then made your stomach turn in pleasure. He didn’t even need to say anything or touch you. His overseeing eyes alone made you want him more than anything else.

His fingers in your hair curled, pushing your head further down on him. You focused on not gagging, your eyes closing. Tears brimmed behind your eyelids, but you were determined not to let them fall. Instead, you opened your lips a little wider and stuck your tongue out to make it easier for him to use your mouth however he desired.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, sighing in relief. You were awaiting treatment a lot rougher than the one he gave you, though. He thrusted into your mouth rather slowly, giving you enough of a break to remember to breathe. When you looked up at him with your sweetest eyes possible, his expression was a mix of strain and pleasure. You suspected he was trying not to overdo it just yet.

“Baby…can I fuck you or is that too much for you?” he asked. You perked up at his request. When you started humming around his length, he pulled away to let you speak.

“Please,” you said. “Fuck me. On the table.”

“Alright, my baby’s making the rules now, is she?” he said. “Come here.”

“I thought that’s where you wanted me to remember you, wasn’t it?” you asked, getting up.

“You’re right,” he said. You sat down on the edge of the office table with your legs parted for him to stand between them. Just once he kissed you. You wanted him to hurry, so you linked your heels behind his back, pulling him closer.

“Take me like a good girl.” He ran his cock over your slick folds, and he groaned when he felt your warmth on him. In response you nodded willingly, unable to wait a second more for him. Luckily, he didn’t plan on dragging out the anticipation any longer. With ease he slid into you, finding a familiar rhythm right away. As if you hadn’t just come ten minutes ago, you whimpered pathetically at the satisfaction. You leaned your weight onto your hands behind you, watching his cock enter you over and over. There was no limit to how many times you could have him inside of you. Every time it felt the same. Like he was completing you, all whilst simultaneously ruining you. His thrusts were sharp and as you raised your legs and changed the angle slightly, your eyes rolled back for a moment.

“Harder,” you asked, even though you were already overwhelmed.

“You want more?” he asked. You hummed a yes and nodded quickly. His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer to the edge of the table. He didn’t disappoint. He never did. Swiftly, he pushed your legs further open and pounded into you, making your body shake every time his hips slapped against yours. It drove you borderline mad. A part of your brain urged you to praise him, to let him know what he was doing to you. But then, those unspoken words between you were inconsequential. You didn’t need to tell him how good he was. He could read it in every part of your body. He saw it in the arch of your back, in your curled toes and in your lip that was captured between your teeth. He heard it in the way you moaned and said his name like he was your savior.

Plus, you would tell him all about it afterward. But that wasn’t what your mind was focused on momentarily. It was the way he hit your sweet spot every time and you could barely breathe normally amidst your whimpers. You hadn’t even introduced yourself to all your neighbors yet, but they most certainly had taken notice of your arrival in the new apartment.

“Can you use your hands for me?” he asked. “Show me touching yourself, baby.”

His words and the look of dominance in his eyes was all it took, and without second thought your hands went to your center. You sucked in a breath at the added pleasure. It was almost too much at first, but then you let it all in. Like a wave was crashing over you, your eyes closed, and you hummed from the intensity.

“That’s it. Make yourself come again,” he said. “You can do it again.”

“Yes,” you said, almost breathed with the weakest voice. Your body had other things to focus on at that moment, letting your vocal chords do whatever they felt like. You clenched your walls around him and the knot in your stomach tightened with every little circle you drew on your clit. His usually tender eyes were everything but that as he watched you revel in the pleasure.

“So fucking hot,” he groaned. You tried hard to uphold eye-contact through fluttering eyelids and furrowed brows. “Good girl, keep going. Tell me when you’re coming.”

You hummed a yes as one of his hands cupped the side of your neck, the other remaining on your hips so he could push your body against his own with every thrust. After all this time of being with him you knew what it meant when his moans became higher pitched and he seemed to not realize his mean grip on your skin – not that you minded. You loved seeing the marks he left on you, especially when you had nowhere to be the next days. It always made him hungry, when he saw the dark spots on your skin, like a fading memory of what you had done.

A curse fell from his perfect lips and his thrusts turned sloppy as he came inside of you. His face, all twisted in bliss and from exhaustion, was all you needed.

“Stay inside of me. Just for a little while, please,” you plead, fingers on your clit rubbing at the quickest speed you could muster. “I’ll come if you stay.”

“I’m right here,” he said, slowing his actions until he was just filling you up, but now moving anymore. “It’s okay. Come for me.”

Just having him there, stretching out your walls and making you feel so close to him was all you really needed. And his words of affirmation sent you over the edge in no time. It was a toe-curling, mind-bending surge that overcame you at your release. Stars danced delightfully behind your closed eyelids while you tried to process all of it. He gripped your hand that was touching your clit and pressed it down, urging you to go on for a little while longer. You whined in sensitivity, feeling like your legs would give in, even though you were already sitting down. For just another while, he dragged out your orgasm as you struggled to control your overwhelmed senses. He distracted you by bending forward and letting his lips graze yours.

“You did so good,” he said. “My pretty maid.”

You whimpered and then sighed when he finally lifted your hand away from between your legs. Only then you could scrape together some words.

“We both did good today,” you grinned. “And I mean not only the last half hour.”

“Agreed,” he said. “Tomorrow we could tackle those last boxes in the kitchen. What do you think?”

“Can the maid outfit make another appearance?” you asked.

“I was hoping it might,” he said, kissing you softly. Your tired limbs and mind welcomed his gentleness as your hands went to his hair. You could already guess how the next day would go, then. But truth be told, you didn’t mind it one bit.

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noise complaints | myg

pairing: min yoongi x female reader

summary: yoongi is tired of his loud, video game addicted roommate, so he decides to move out and get his own apartment for some peace and quiet. but with his luck, gets you as his neighbor: a girl who plays bass in a band and hates the feeling of earbuds in her ears.

word count: 5.8k

genre: neighbor!au, producer yoongi, bassist oc, pwp ( ；∀；) i tried but rlly it’s just... smut

warnings: mature!! (18+!), explicit language, smut, making out, fingering, dom!yoongi, he’s a little mean

author’s note: hi!!!!!! in honor of yoongi’s birthday, i wanted to post this fic that i had sitting in my drafts! i hope u enjoy!! (´⌣`ʃƪ) pls let me know what u think!

banner pic creds here <3

yoongi doesn’t know how to tell his roomate, mark, that his gaming obsession has driven him to take extreme measures that consist of: moving out. he never stops playing video games. all day, all night, his eyes are fixed on the computer or tv screen, always screaming to his team mates about where to go or who’s fucking up. yoongi’s not sure if he can take it anymore.

he’s finally saved up enough to move into an apartment of his own, he’s been planning this for almost 6 months; already visited the apartment complex, discussed prices, background checks, etc. all yoongi really needs to do is finish signing the papers and start moving in.

he decides to just let mark know, no sugarcoat. as yoongi expected, mark practically begs on his knees for him to stay. his parents are paying for his share of the apartment but only if he splits the cost with a roommate, but yoongi’s gone through two years of it already, he’s over it. over the next few days, mark watches yoongi dejectedly as he packs his things.

by the end of the week, yoongi has finished packing and already signed the lease. he tells mark ‘good luck’ and leaves him in the dust, hopefully he’ll find another roommate, but that’s beyond yoongi’s concern now. all he has to worry about now is unpacking his boxes in his brand new apartment.

he looks around at the empty space, with the boxes cornered in one section. he smiles to himself, no noisy roomates, no unwashed dishes, no dirty laundry, ah, finally. peace and qui—

and that’s when he hears the blare of your speakers, it’s not loud enough for the entire complex to hear, but the music obviously bleeds through the shared wall. yoongi groans, knowing that this could be a complete repeat of mark. he’s not sure if he should knock on your door and ask you to lower the music down, it’s only his first day here. don’t you treat your neighbors with respect? why are you so loud?

yoongi decides to ignore it for now. he unpacks his things and starts furnishing the room so he can have a place to sleep for the night. when everything is put together, he feels the weight of the day; how much he’s been lifting and how he’s now renting an apartment hits him all at once. the dull pain resonates in his arms, his head starting to ache, and you’re still playing your fucking music. he can’t take it anymore, especially not with this ache getting worse.

yoongi feels his fist knock angrily against your door three times, he waits for you to open the door. except, he was not expecting a pretty girl to answer, he was expecting maybe an obnoxious frat guy; he’s absolutely flustered. you stand there and look up at him confused, “hi? did you need something?” your voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

“i’m— uh, i’m your neighbor, i’m sorry to disrupt, but if you could just lower your music down a bit, i’m really tired, and—” he starts but a gasp of excitement leaves you, cutting him off.

“my neighbor?! that apartment has been empty for so long! i’m so sorry, i was just so used to no one being able to hear! welcome! i’m ___!” you greet him cheerfully, taking his hands into yours and shaking them. yoongi feels his cheeks turn pink, your hands are soft and you’re so pretty.

“my name is yoongi,” he replies, he stands there not really knowing how to respond to the way you’re so excited. he wishes he could reciprocate but his head is pounding, all he wants to do is sleep.

you pick up on his energy, letting go of his hands to wave him off, “i’ll turn the music off for today, get some rest, yoongi, if you need help, some sugar or something, you can always just knock on my door,” you smile.

yoongi nods, “thank you, ___, goodnight.”

“goodnight, yoongi! nice meeting you,” you reply, closing your door. you blush behind the door, a neighbor? a cute one at that? there’s a sudden rush of adrenaline pulsing through your veins, testing you, telling you to blast your music just so he could come back and you could look at him one more time. but you decide it’s better not to, he said he was tired, maybe tomorrow.

yoongi returns to his apartment, thankful that you kept to your word and kept the music off. his body drifts his pounding head to sleep.

two weeks had gone by before yoongi’s eyes, he spent most of it buying furniture since the apartment looked so bare. one upside to a loft apartment was that he didn’t have to buy too much furniture, a bed, a couch, a tv, and maybe a rug was enough for him, for now of course.

in the time that’s passed, he’s learned that you like playing music when you’re studying, cleaning, when you’re doing anything really. whenever he thinks it’s too loud, he knocks through the wall, you get the hint most of the time. he’s also learned that you can play the bass and that you’re in a band. speaking of that, you’re having a meeting with them right now, and yoongi can hear every word of it.

your band mates decided to barge into your apartment today, waking you from your study nap and telling you that you all need to practice. the volume of their voices is jarring, you never realized how loud you and your surroundings were until yoongi moved in. you’re suddenly conscious about your volume at all times, his knocks whenever you were loud always made you feel terrible, but you couldn’t help but blush whenever you thought of him. you were torn, be loud and get his attention or be quiet and get on his good side.

“___! grab your shit and let’s go!” jungkook shouts. he’s the guitarist and lead singer of the band; he gets impatient sometimes.

“oh just let her daydream for a little bit, she’s probably thinking about her hot neighbor,” seulgi teases. she’s the drummer and your best friend. you don’t let her comment pass so easily, but you try to ignore the way your face heats up.

“you think he’s hot?” you quip back. a smirk on your face as you zip your bass into it’s case. yoongi is surprised at the way he can hear your voices so clearly, he wonders if you guys always talk this loud or if the walls are really that thin. “you haven’t even seen him yet,” you lug your bag over your shoulder.

“he sounds hot.” she shrugs, taking a bite of the apple she stole from your fruit basket. jungkook grows more and more antsy the longer you both talk.

“where’s taehyung anyway?” you ask. the realization comes to you when you feel a missing presence, knowing your 4th member would say something about yoongi.

“how nice of you to finally ask, he’s been waiting in the car for you slow pokes, let’s get going.” jungkook rushes, pushing you and seulgi out of the door. you turn to lock the door when you hear the door to your left slide open.

“oh my god, jungkook look, he’s hot.” seulgi smacks jungkook’s shoulder to make him look. your eyes are glued on the figure standing outside of apartment 77.

“hi— hey, yoongi,” you greet him while locking your door. it’s embarrassing the way the three of you are all almost drooling at the sight of him.

“hi, ___,” he sends a small smile to you, looking over to your bandmates hesitantly. yoongi notices jungkook, an assumption is made in his head almost immediately, boyfriend?

you scramble next to them and introduce them, “yoongi, these are my bandmates, seulgi, she plays the drums, and jungkook, he plays guitar and sings, there’s taehyung too, he plays guitar too but he— he’s um, in the car.”

“ah, nice to meet you.” he nods, greeting them as well. “i actually have to get to work, but it was cool meeting you all,” he excuses himself. you all wave to him.

“way to be fucking awkward guys,” you scold them when you’re all walking to the car. taehyung looks up from his phone to see the three of you walking his way, he starts the car once you open the door.

“hey, not our fault he’s good looking,” jungkook shrugs and seulgi holds her hand up for a high five, which he gladly gives her.

“not fair! you guys got to see ___’s hot neighbor while i was stuck in the car? i knew i should have just came in,” taehyung grumbles, pulling out of the apartment complex’s parking lot.

“it just so happened that he was leaving his apartment the same time we were, maybe you’ll meet him too tae,” you rub his arm. a somewhat sarcastic tone in your voice. taehyung rolls his eyes, starting the drive to the studio.

the music in the car was overshadowed by taehyung and seulgi arguing about when you and yoongi would finally hook up. you had to remind them that he hasn’t even been here a month yet, and that you guys barely talk besides the small hellos and awkward run ins when you’re doing laundry. it seems to keep them quiet, taehyung parks in the lot and you all move into the studio, making your way to the practice room the owners thankfully let you use to rehearse.

a couple songs are played and you all vote for a break. taehyung and jungkook having a guitar battle, seulgi leaning back against the wall on her phone, and you, need to pee! you leave the room and use the bathroom as usual, but a familiar bleach blonde head turns the corner and starts to walk down the hallway towards you, the breath you’re holding turns into a gasp when you realize it’s him. “yoongi?! why are you here?”

he looks up from the ground, looking as surprised as you when he realizes you were talking to him, “i work here, why are you here? are you following me?” he grills, you scoff at the question.

“i’m with my band, we’re rehearsing,” you explain. he raises his eyebrows, you’re not sure what it means. “you don’t believe me?” you pose.

“it’s just a little suspicious,” he shrugs, yoongi knows exactly what he’s doing. he hopes his hint makes sense to you, he’s never really been good at flirting. a familiar feeling erupts in his stomach, one that people could call butterflies whenever he saw you. he really just wants to see you play, and to hear you sing, that’s what he wants the most.

“uh, i can bring you to them? i promise i’m here with my band,” you laugh, warmth spreading to your cheeks. there is no way in hell that you’re going to play in front of yoongi. you were confident sure, but your embarrassing crush on him will make your fingers shake when you try to press the strings down. it’ll be a shitshow!

“can i pee first?” his small laugh brings a smile to your face. boys pee fast, you’ve learned that over time, so yoongi doesn’t take long. you’re both walking back down the hallway, “your boyfriend isn’t angry that you’re with me?” the random question makes your steps stutter.

“i’m sorry, what? boyfriend?” your eyebrows are furrowed as you stare up at him, his face isn’t showing any sign of humor, he’s serious.

“you’re not dating one of your band mates? isn’t that how it usually goes?” his lips purse as you continue to walk to the room that your band is occupying, he’s so serious that it makes you laugh.

“oh my god, yoongi, i’m single as a pringle, they’re my best friends, our number one rule is to never date within the band, that’s how things get messy,” you explain. a weight is taken off of yoongi’s shoulders, it wasn’t his fault he thought of it; you’re beautiful and surrounded by people that probably want you as much as he does.

“oh,” he answers, you both turn the corner and approach the door, “good to know.” the door opens to your three members looking at the two of you with raised eyebrows.

“oh my god, it’s him,” seulgi points to yoongi with her drumstick. you wave your hand to signal her to put it down, ‘it’s rude!’ you mouth.

“are you yoongi?” taehyung asks, taking his guitar and putting it down on it’s stand. yoongi nods, holding his hand out to shake taehyung’s, which he doesn’t take. instead taehyung pulls him into a hug, yoongi doesn’t expect the sudden action of affection, his arms not knowing what to do. “it’s so nice to finally meet you! ___ talks about you a lot,” taehyung’s confession makes your face flush.

“taehyung! what the fuck!? i’ve talked about you like twice, yoongi, i swear,” you defend yourself, pushing taehyung off of him. you laugh awkwardly, yoongi shoots you both a gummy smile.

“nice to meet you, taehyung,” he completely ignores your defense. he finds it cute, your flustered face as you try to tell taehyung to shut up.

“anyways,” you huff. “yoongi thinks i followed him here, so i am showing proof that i’m actually here with you guys and not stalking him.”

your friends snort at the same time, “actually, yoongi, we have no idea who this girl is! i think she’s following you,” taehyung whisper-shouts, you smack his shoulder.

“no but really, ___ we were just gonna call it a day, seulgi said she has to go to a family dinner soon and taehyung said he was hungry,” jungkook speaks up. it’s then that you realize that their instruments were almost all packed. yoongi looks down at you, a small smile on his face once he realizes what they’re trying to do.

“i leave to pee for five minutes and you guys hatch a plan to ditch me?!” you cross your arms over your chest.

“well… we just told you, so, technically we didn’t ditch you, also i can’t drop you off, yoongi, you can drop her off, right?” taehyung smiles to him.

“i—“ yoongi starts but you cut him off with plans to scold your members. they knew exactly what they were doing and you weren’t having it.

“taehyung, you’re dropping me off, let’s not bother yoongi,” you move to pack your bass but yoongi shakes his head.

“i can drop you off,” he smiles.

“oh, see! perfect! thank you, yoongi.” taehyung grabs his hand and gives him a good shake, before you know it your members are out the door.

you sigh as you lift your case and sling it over your shoulder, “it’s okay, yoongi, i can walk.”

he rolls his eyes, “don’t be ridiculous, are you hungry? we can eat first.”

his hand is outstretched and you’re not sure what it means, does he want to hold your hand? but no, he’s asking for your bass, so he can hold it instead of you. you reject his offer, “i can hold it.”

“you’re really stubborn,” he notes. it makes you snort.

“you’re not into stubborn girls?” the joke slips from your mouth before you can think.

this is the perfect time, yoongi thinks. “if it’s you, maybe i’ll make an exception.”

you try your best not to show any type of reaction, but you can’t really ignore the way your heartbeat quickened. yoongi leads you to his car, putting your bass in the trunk as you get comfortable in the front seat. he follows you soon enough and is driving out of the studio parking lot.

“you don’t have to work?” you question. getting into the car of someone you barely know is quite risky of you, but he was your neighbor, and he was hot. that doesn’t give you a reason to trust him, though for some reason, you think you can rely on yoongi, it’s a gut feeling.

“technically i work all day, i’m on my own schedule, i basically spend the entire day in the studio,” he explains. his focus is on the road but from his peripheral he can see your body turned to him, and your eyes glued on him.

“workaholic?” you guessed, he smiles.

“you could say that.”

“that’s good then, i’m giving you a reason for a break!” you clap, your nervousness fading as you start to get comfy with yoongi.

a friendship blooms from that lucky, odd encounter that day.

you forgot how long it’s been since you officially met yoongi and spent the day with him, maybe two months? three months ago? you never kept track. but you do remember that things changed after that. the two of you so obviously flirting with each other whenever you had the chance. yoongi would offer you a ride to the studio, which you greedily took whenever he asked; because he was a cool guy to be with, and in all honesty you were trying to put the moves on him. you’re not sure if he’s taking the hints though, you’ve never been good at the shy type of flirting, most of the time you’re upfront.

speaking of being upfront: yoongi hasn’t really been complaining about your noise lately, and it’s been eerily quiet on his end. no knocks on the wall when your volume was a tad bit higher than usual, no texts telling you to ‘be quiet’ when you were practicing late at night, nothing. you figure it’s because the two of you have grown a lot closer. hanging out together and even making some inside jokes together type of close.

it’s soon that you figure out why yoongi hasn’t been upfront, complaining to you about your noise, because he talked to your apartment manager about it. you knew namjoon well, he was one of your classmates in college. his father originally owned the place, so he’s been taking over for him. you’ve grown close to namjoon due to situations that left you outside of your apartment multiple times without your keys. his master key saved your ass one too many times. so, when you received a letter from him in the mail this morning with a big red ‘important’ stamp on it. you knew you were in trouble.

the words noise complaints, your neighbor, and eviction were the only ones you needed to read for you to be stomping towards yoongi’s apartment. you didn’t care that it was ten in the morning and you’re banging on yoongi’s door. you knocked nonstop until he opened up. his sleepy face scrunched in confusion as he stood before you.

“___? what’s wrong?” his morning voice could have made you melt, if you weren’t so fucking angry. you step past him, moving inside his apartment. “okay, come in, i guess,” yoongi says as he shuts the door behind you.

“you complained about me?! i got a fucking letter from namjoon! he never sends letters!” you raise your voice. it’s too early in the morning to be yelling, your voice is a bit rough, it sounds like you’re croaking.

it’s also way too early for yoongi to be dealing with this, so his voice is soft when he says, “be quiet, we’re gonna get complaints from the other neighbors now too.” he walks up to you and your very angry expression. he just looks so kissable right now, it’s making you angrier. how could he look so perfect when you’re mad at him? that’s so rude!

you lower your voice when you ask, complying to his demand. you cross your arms over your chest, “why would you do that?”

yoongi laughs.

it makes your eyebrows furrow. was he not taking you seriously? you loved this apartment, you needed to live here. it makes the anger boil a little hotter. “you think this is funny, yoongi? i’ve—” your voice is raising once more.

this time yoongi rolls his eyes. “shut up.” his voice grew deeper than it already was, the bass traveling straight to your lower belly.

you try to act as if it had no effect on you, but your small silence before you spoke made things a little obvious. “excuse me? shut up?” you scoff. your feet carrying you closer to yoongi, breaking the distance in effort to intimidate. yoongi wasn’t one to be scared, if anything, he found it funnier.

but the way that your pretty face looks when you’re angry makes yoongi want to do more, wants to push and push because he can feel the tension between you both. you can too. “yeah, you’re so goddamn loud all the time, shut the fuck up.” he moves a little closer, the distance between you both is almost none.

it makes your eyes flicker to his lips. here you were, thinking that you were gonna teach yoongi a lesson, yet you want to kiss him. “want me to shut up?” your eyes move back to his, making eye contact. he licks his lips in anticipation. “make me,” you press.

you feel his soft hand against your cheek first, leading you to his lips. then it was the plush of his lips against yours. this feeling could definitely make you shut up. before you knew it, you were pushing yoongi over to his couch. he breaks the kiss to plop down onto the couch, you follow suit, straddling his lap.

“if you wanted to make out with me, you could have just asked.” you spoke before reattaching your lips.

he smiles into the kiss, “where’s the fun in that?”

the kiss deepens, tongues exploring each other’s mouths and small whimpers escaping your throat. they go straight to yoongi’s groin, you can feel his hard cock against your core through your sweatpants. instinctively, you grind down, the feeling makes him groan out.

his large hands move to your ass, running over them and trailing up to your waist. his hands sliding under your shirt, you know you aren’t wearing a bra, and yoongi finds out soon after. his thumbs running right over your hard nipples, “eager?” he smirks.

you roll your eyes, “i’m just cold.” the lie makes yoongi scoff, tweaking your nipples between his thumb and index fingers. now, goosebumps raise over your skin, and it wasn’t because of the cold.

“take your shirt off,” he speaks against your lips. usually, you weren’t one to follow orders, your rebellious spirit screaming in your head, telling you to take control. but you’ve never wanted anything more than to let yoongi have you, let him do whatever he wants to you. because outside of this, he just seems so nice, never mean, never demanding. you can’t help but indulge in this new side of yoongi you’ve discovered.

so you’re taking your shirt off, the breeze created by his air conditioner makes you shiver, but yoongi's warm hands are there to comfort you. running them over your breasts, squeezing them just right as he kisses down your throat. “y-yoongi—” you whimper. his lips find a certain spot that has you grinding harder onto his dick.

“you aren’t very patient,” he speaks against your skin. “i’ll let it slide this time.” a tender kiss to your neck is placed before he lingers on the spot a little longer, sucking and licking, making sure to leave a pretty red mark. he makes his way to your nipple, wrapping his mouth around the bud and sucking. the feeling makes you throw your head back, his hand tweaks your other nipple, refusing to neglect it.

it was true, you were not patient. you hated waiting too long for something, just like how you hate the feeling of your warm core go uncared for. the grinding wasn’t enough at this point, you wanted more, needed it really. “are you gonna fuck me or not?” you push him gently off of your nipple.

an almost annoyed gaze is painted on his face, “are you going to beg?” he quirks an eyebrow.

you weren’t one to plead, “no.”

“then no,” he asserts. you purse your lips, complete dissatisfaction displayed on your face. “don’t worry, kitten, i’ll make you feel good.” yoongi gives in. he didn’t know how long he could hold back, your attitude makes him want to check you, make you cum as many times he wants you to until you’re obeying.

the nickname makes you drip. he’s pushing up from below, his leg kneeling onto the couch as he lays you down. your head lays against the pillow he has on the couch, yoongi gives you a swift kiss before he moves down, trailing kisses on the valley of your breasts and your stomach, stopping just before the waistband of your sweatpants. “yoongi,” you mewl.

“hm? wanna beg now?” he challenges. his fingers teasingly slipping under the band. your body reacts so easily to his touch, your hips slightly jerking up at the graze of his hands.

but you’re stubborn, not wanting to let yoongi win even though the only thing you want right now is for him to make you feel good. “no, never.” you shake your head.

yoongi doesn't verbally reply, instead, nodding and smirking to himself. “can i eat you out then?” he asks. you don’t trust your words, so you nod, knowing you’ll fall into the trap yoongi has set. “i need to hear you say it, kitten.”

“yes,” you quickly say.

yoongi quirks a brow. “yes, what?”

you roll your eyes, just once, you tell yourself. “yes, please.”

“good girl,” he praises. you hate to admit that you liked the way he called you a good girl. your sweatpants and panties are pulled down at the same time, revealing your wet pussy. “so pretty, baby.” he positions himself between your spread legs. you bite your bottom lip in anticipation.

kisses against your thighs and pubic bone are what he starts off with, then a brief kiss to your clit that makes you gasp. “oh, god—” you lean your head back against the couch.

“also, just to let you know, the letter was a joke,” yoongi breathes. mouth ghosting your lips, where you need him the most.

at first you didn’t pay attention to what he said, a hum leaving your lips until then you realized, “what?!”

“i thought it’d be funny to scare you a little bit, namjoon and i are friends, i asked him if he could do it for me.” he explains with a smile on his face.

you rolled your eyes. you knew it was too serious to be namjoon, his style was more so speaking, not letters. you couldn’t be mad at him, at least you weren’t in trouble. but you play it up for the fun, “will you make it up to me?” a sly look on your face.

“what do you want?” he leans his head against your thigh, waiting patiently for your answer. his fingers ever so gently running up and down your thighs.

“your cock,” you demand with a mischievous smile. your hands run through his hair, eyes pleading because you won’t allow your mouth to let the words out.

yoongi acts like he thinks about it, but all he truly wants, is to devour your and make you feel so good. “you don’t deserve it.” he denies you of the pleasure you want, but he surprises you, running his tongue along your slit.

“oh— oh, yoongi,” you mewl. your hands moving to play with your boobs, but yoongi knocks your hands away. he directs them to his hair, telling you to pull. his hands replace yours, playing and tweaking with your nipples as his tongue does the work.

“taste so good, baby.” yoongi loves the sight of you so vulnerable in front of him. you’re bare, naked while yoongi still has all his clothes on. he loves it. your eager body twitching from the ministrations of his tongue. he pulls away for a second, “don’t cum until i say so.”

“that’s not— umph!” you start but yoongi retracts his hands from your breasts, bringing them back to your thighs to spread them further apart. your lips reveal your sweet spot for yoongi to take, and he’s relentless. the taste of you on his tongue drives him crazy. “that’s not fair,” you moan out.

yoongi doesn’t care. he loves being in control. so when your phone starts to ring, yoongi thinks this is the best time to assert dominance. “answer it,” he commands. he pulls away from your pussy, the loss of the feeling of his tongue makes you groan out in displeasure. in turn, yoongi rubs his middle and ring fingers against your clit. it makes you gasp. he slips the fingers in, your walls pulsating against his fingers. another moan leaves your lips. you were completely ignoring the rings coming from your phone. he repeats himself, “answer the phone, baby.”

“but,” you spoke. your worry being that you were so wound up and yoongi’s fingers were still residing inside of you. you knew it would be way too obvious.

“they won’t know,” he assures. a gentle touch against your thigh comforting you, making you believe this was a good idea.

your fucked out brain obliges, your hand moving to reach for your phone. jungkook’s contact name displayed on the screen, you press the green button and place the phone next to your ear. “jungkook? what’s up?” you answer. yoongi’s eyes locked onto yours as you speak.

“speaker,” he mouths. you nod, mindlessly obliging. taking the phone away from your ear and pressing the speaker button. his fingers dangerously still in your pussy, ready to cause chaos whenever he felt like it.

“dude! guess fucking what!” jungkook shouts over the phone. yoongi pushes deeper, bottoming out his fingers. it makes your eyes roll back, a quiet gasp escaping your lips.

you’re moving the phone away so he doesn’t hear it, but yoongi is pushing your hand back into position. “what?” you cough, trying to cover the noise.

“you okay? you sound… weird.” jungkook snorts over the phone, you can hear seulgi and taehyung in the back, their bickering all too familiar.

“i— i’m good.” you nod even though he can’t see you.

“okay, well, this guy from a record label called earlier, he said he wants to take us all out to eat and talk about our future!” jungkook informs. your eyes widen. a record deal?! even yoongi reacts, a cute, surprised look on his face. how funny was it that you were receiving this news with yoongi’s fingers fucking you.

“you’re lying.” you sit up a little bit, leaning onto your forearm. yoongi decides to be nice, letting his fingers stay stagnant in your hole so you can enjoy the news.

“i’m serious! we’re on the way to yours right now to pick you up, be ready in five minutes,” he tells you.

“right now?!” you exclaim. yoongi smirks, starting to pumping his fingers in and out of you, making your breaths a little more labored. “oh— fuck,” you groaned, you tried to cover it up by making it sound like you were annoyed. but anyone could be able to tell what you were doing, the squelch of your pussy loud enough for the entire apartment complex to hear probably.

“what the hell are you—” jungkook starts but you cut him off, yoongi’s fingers moving faster and the string in your belly about to snap from the tension.

“okay, jungkook! bye! love you! see you in a bit!” you rush the words out and press the big red button to hang up, throwing your phone onto the floor as yoongi leans over you with a smile on his face.

“congratulations, baby.” he punctuates his sentence with a quick circle around your clit. you’re so wound up, you could feel tears starting to build up in your eyes.

“yoongi, please, please let me cum.” you beg, giving in to his desires. the sound of your begging is music to his ears. he smirks, quickening the tight circles around your clit. your legs spreading wider if that was even possible.

yoongi’s plans were cut short due to your new plans, but he didn’t mind. he was happy for you, and he’s never wanted to make someone cum as much as he does now. “alright, kitten, cum whenever you want,” he whispers in your ear. his fingers coated in your wetness gliding against your clit, it feels way too good. the string in your belly snapping as soon as he gave you permission.

you found yourself letting out some of the loudest moans because yoongi was just that good. “holy fuck, yoongi,” you gasp. your chest rises and falls quickly, taking in as many breaths as possible.

“good job, baby.” he kisses your neck, letting you recover before slipping his fingers out and bringing them up to your lips. at first you furrow your eyebrows, this isn’t something you usually do; but when he says, “open,” you find yourself obliging easily. “good girl,” he smiles as you suck your cum off of his fingers.

you pull his fingers from your mouth when you’re sure you’ve sucked them clean, “i got a record deal dinner, min!” you rush to put your clothes on. yoongi tries his best to help, but all he wants to do is give you a big hug. he lets you put your clothes on before he’s holding you in his grasp, while you’re trying to make your way to his door. the two of you wobbling to his door.

“let me kiss you first, rockstar.” he smiles, his hand gently taking ahold of your face and giving you a kiss. it tastes just like you, the sultry memory that will live in yoongi’s brain for as long as it’s able.

he tries to kiss you once more, but you’re pushing him away. “i gotta go, yoongi,” you giggle. his hands holding you close to him, your back pressed against his front door as you kiss each other sloppily. “yoongi!” you smile, more laughs erupting as he helps you open the door. as soon as the door slides open, yoongi’s eyes move behind you, a sly smile on his face.

you turn to see your three band mates, all of their mouths agape. “i fucking told you! pay up, idiots!” seulgi smacks the both taehyung and jungkook’s shoulders.

your face blushes tomato red. you try to hide your face as you open your apartment door. before you turn the key, you hear yoongi congratulate the four of you. “good luck at your label meeting! make sure they don’t scam you,” he advises. your bandmates laugh, thanking yoongi and moving into your apartment. they don’t let you live down the embarrassment for the entire night.

when you come back home, you sit on your couch. a smile taking over your face when you think about how great the day was. you think the dinner went perfect, and when you hear a knock on your door, it has you rushing to open it.

yoongi stands outside your door with a cupcake and a single lit candle stuck in it. “congratulations!— it went well right?”

you stand in front of him, a sweet smile on your face as you nod. “i think they loved us,” you pull him into your apartment.

“of course they did! you guys are amazing!” yoongi hugs you, holding the cupcake above your head so it doesn’t get in your hair.

the rest of the night you and yoongi enjoy each other’s presence and the two of you talk about everything and nothing.

yoongi says the cupcake is just for you, but you take a knife and split it, “for us.” you give him a quick peck before eating your half, and then kissing him once more.

for us. it repeats in yoongi’s mind.

us.

yeah, he’d like that.

[quindolyn]

plz write george smut thank you :)

Anytime || George Weasley

Word Count: 2,201

a/n: I’m so sorry this took me longer than I wanted it to finish. I’ve been pretty all over the place. I hope you like it! After this I’m getting out a Harry imagine I have requested in my inbox and then I’ll start writing whatever you guys vote for!

Warnings: daddy kink, quickie

Masterlist

It started out innocent. You swore it did, you never imagined that it would get this far, nor was that your intention.

It started off with you not noticing that the top couple buttons of your blouse had popped undone exposing a rather excessive amount of cleavage for the common room. Especially when it was flooded with a bunch of third and fourth years, many of whom were ogling you like they’d never seen a human woman before.

George was torn between giving you his coat to cover you from the less than respectful gazes targeted at you and using it to hide his erection.

Next it was crossing your legs in class when you sat next to him, revealing miles of your beautiful legs that he couldn’t help but drool over as your uniform skirt hiked up dangerously high on your thighs.

Then it was brushing your fingers across his bicep when you were talking to him in class, or sometimes across his chest.

You had no clue how much you had been riling up your boyfriend over the last week or so. Now, it was sort of hard to miss the affect you had on him as evidence of such in the form  of his hardening cock was pressed into your back.

“Georgie?” You craned your head to gaze up at him, blinking owlishly as he stared down at you, practically salivating at the mere sight of you.

You were shocked when he basically growled at you, in hindsight, what you were wearing may have been a little much for a party in the Ravenclaw common room but most of the other girls in attendance were just as dressed up. You all were all young and attractive, why not go all out for the last party of the year?

In a slinky, white slip dress, that could’ve easily passed as modest lingerie you had every eye in the room on you. Some envious, most not as respectful as they probably ought to be, and one pair completely eye fucking you as he was torn between falling to your feet and worshipping you like the goddess you were and pulling you into a broom closet where he would punish you for wearing such provocative clothing. It was too much, all of the teasing, whether or not it was intentional, and now this.

George was desperate, he needed you.

“George?” You called out his name again as he looped his arm along your waist, pulling you into his side as he guided you out of the crowded, smoky room and into the empty corridor directly outside of it.

You were tense, he’d barely said a word all night since you’d met him outside the Ravenclaw common room, and he wasn’t saying anything now either. Which led you to the question, what was wrong with him?

All you received in response was a grunt as he tried to pull you along with him, but your legs were no match for his much longer ones, getting frustrated with the miniscule progress the two of you were making he paused, accessing your figure before huffing and picking you up. It all happened so quickly that you barely had time to squeal as he threw you over his shoulder as though you weighed nothing before he strode off down the corridor.

Your attempts to track where you were going were futile as you lost track somewhere between the third left and second right.

What you didn’t miss, what you couldn’t have missed, was the straining erection pressing against the crotch of his pants.

His off putting silence continued as he sat you down on the ground, rather harshly if you may add, especially considering the sinfully tall stilettos strapped to your feet.

“God George, do you think you could be a little bit more careful? I-”

You were cut off as George took your face in his hand, pressing your cheeks together just enough to make your lips puff out in an exaggerated pout.

“You really wanna take that tone with me Darling? After this past week?”

“What are you talking about George? What did I do?” Your voice was muffled as you tried to speak with his hand, not lightening its grasp on your face.

He cocked his head to the side, his gaze dragging up and down your body before returning to your flushed face, “You really don’t know do you?” His voice was hoarse as he spoke, conveying the arousal thrumming through his veins.

You shook your head, indicating that you indeed had no clue as to what he was talking about.

“Oh poppet,” He cooed, brushing a piece of hair out of your face, tucking it delicately behind your ear, “You really are that innocent aren’t you? S’just everything about you, drives me insane, the way your skirt rides up your thighs, how you brush your fingers against my arm, fuck this dress you’re wearing.”

Your gaze followed his as it dropped to your body, ample amounts of heaving cleavage visible from the low cut of the dress, the hem riding up dangerously high, just as he had described your skirt doing.

“You’ve had me painfully hard for you (Y/N),” He buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if it was oxygen and he was stranded at the bottom of the ocean, “Need you, need you now.”

“Need you too George,” You moaned, tangling your fingers in his soft hair, pulling slightly to tip back his head and allow you to mesh your lips with his in a slow, sensual kiss. Nothing was rushed as his tongue slipped from his mouth into yours, exploring the cavity of your mouth.

Flicking your tongue with his he slid his hands under the hem of your dress, letting his fingers slide up the backs of your thighs until they grazed against the swell of your bum. Your bare bum.

“No panties angel?” He practically moaned as he brought your skirt up around your waist, revealing your bare ass and cunt to the chilly air of the seemingly abandoned broom closet.

“Every pair I have you could see through my dress Daddy,” You whined, suppressing a shiver as your new level of exposure.

“So you decided to go without them,” George asked you, condescension dripping from his voice as he cocked his head to the side, gazing down at you as he towered over your frame, “Gonna be the death of me bunny.”

George pulled down the thin straps of your dress, revealing that you weren’t wearing a bra either, the silk ivory fabric bunching around your waist.

“Fuck,” He swore pinching your nipples with the rough pads of his fingers before bending down to capture one of your hard buds inbetween his teeth, rolling it gently before sucking, not hard enough to mark, but enough to have you gasping.

You threw your head back at the sensation, your mouth left gaping at the immense pleasure and before you knew it George had his hands underneath your thighs, supporting you as he pushed you against the door of the room.

His large hands guided your legs around his waist, there your ankles criss crossed, locking you against his body. Your small, nimble fingers quickly found their way to the zipper of his jeans, unzipping them so you could pull both them and his boxers down just enough to bring out his throbbing cock.

He’d been hard the instant he saw you, dealing with his throbbing member all night hadn’t exactly been easy and now that you were here, pressed up against a wall, basically naked, needy for him. George couldn’t deny himself any longer.

A pathetic whimper left your mouth as he brushed the head of his cock through your folds, once, then twice before he fully sheathed himself inside of you. Not taking the time to work in his impressive length inch by inch, he’d been more than patient, he deserved to get to make you feel good.

“Daddy!” You screamed as the tip of his prick brushed at a spot deep inside of you, making you feel deliciously full.

George clamped his hand over your mouth, his gaze boring into yours, “Gotta keep quiet for me bunny, can’t have anyone finding us like this, can’t have them knowing that I can’t go more than an hour without needing to be inside of you.”

You nodded your head, his hand still clasped around your mouth.

“Can you do that for me baby?” He asked, still not moving inside of you, giving you a moment to adjust to his size.

“Yes Daddy,” You answered as he pulled his hand from your mouth, instead using it to stabilize himself against the wall, “Please Daddy, move, need you to move.”

“Okay pretty girl,” He smiled as he began to pull out before harshly thrusting back into you, making you arch your back against the splintering wood of the door.

Your hands grappled for the hair at the nape of his neck to ground yourself to him as he thrusted into you, his strokes were deep and quick. There was an urgency in his motions no doubt fueled by the fact that someone could walk by you guys at any time and become curious as to what was making all of that noise.

Pushing your hips down, you tried to meet his thrusts as he pushed himself up into you, “Want it Daddy, making me feel so good,” You whimpered, clenching your eyes closed as the knot forming in your stomach tightened, slowly but surely as wave after wave of pleasure ripple through your body.

Readjusting his grasp on you George thrusted in particularly harshly, prodding at your g-spot over and over again as he observed how well you reacted to his movements.

Knowing that there was no way he was going to last long, not after the week of torture and night of constant temptation he brought one of his hands down to work your clit. Finding it instantly he began tracing figure eights against it, reveling in the way you writhed against him.

“You gonna cum bunny?” He smiled, speeding up the pace of fingers, “You gonna cum all over Daddy’s fingers? Make a mess for me?”

“Yes Daddy,” You whined, trying to match the volume of his voice, not wanting to be too loud, “Yes Daddy please can I cum?”

Deciding he was feeling benevolent he nodded down at you, pinching his fingers around your delicate bundle of nerves sending you careening over the edge of pleasure.

You didn’t know if you stayed quiet as you should’ve because the ecstasy that overtook you was all consuming, blotting out your vision, as your legs tightened around George’s waist. It was like you blacked out, all you could focus on, all you could feel was the knot in your stomach unraveling, leaving you a moaning, quivering mess.

If it weren’t for the throaty grunts he released as he came inside of you, rope after rope of cum painting the inside of your cunt, but his noises grounded you, bringing you back to the musty little closet.

Taking a minute to collect himself George brushed his chapped lips across your brow before slowly pulling out of you and tucking his softening member back into his pants.

Setting you don’t gingerly on the floor he pulled the skirt of your dress down so that it was once again covering your bum before he pulled the delicate straps of the dress back up your shoulders.

“There we go poppet,” He murmured, eyes raking over you, not in the ravenous manner they had earlier but with a distinctly George tenderness, making sure you were properly covered and okay, “Let’s get you up to my dorm, yeah?”

“But the party-” You began before he cut you off.

“Nope, don’t gotta worry about the party, need to get you cleaned up pretty girl.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, peering up at him, unable not to feel just a little guilty that you were the reason George wouldn’t get to go back and celebrate with his friends.

“Of course I am (Y/N),” His hand found its way under your jaw, tilting your face upwards so that his lips could meet yours, “Not even a question.”

Before you could protest any further he was lifting you into his arms, one supporting beneath your bum, the other under your back. You took the opportunity to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck as he stepped out of the closet with you in his arms.

No matter how hard you tried to resist it, you were no match for the rhythm caused by his walking as he carried you up to his dorm, being lulled to sleep against your own will. Not wanting to fall asleep before you could say something to him you yawned, “Thank you Georgie, made me feel so good.”

Though you couldn’t see it, a gentle smile tugged at the man’s lips as he gazed down at you, clinging to him as you snuggled further into his arms. “Anytime, love. Anytime at all.”

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no quirks bkdk fic rec list (p 2)

thirsty gay wingman fic by lalazee

((smut-14130-1/1))

Oct 11, 2019 "Thinkin abt besties-since-birth BkDk goin to college together, Dk begrudgingly bein Bkg's wingman w/chicks & lamenting his big gay crush. One nite, Bkg cant get laid, hes drunk in a shitty mood, so Dk propositions him, which turns into the best night ever & the WORST consequences."

My tweet got 366 likes & 66 reblogs, so that was more than enough reason to write about it.

romeo and romeo by supercrunch

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There’s a nasally howl from the neighbour’s place. Izuku looks up – it’s the very loud, very blond guy living in the unit opposite. They’re technically in separate blocks but their balconies are close enough they can see into each other’s living rooms. He’s dancing around in his pyjamas. Yodelling at the top of his lungs off-key, swinging his Pomeranian around by the armpits like a furry ragdoll. “You’re a dog! You’re a fluffy little yellow dog and you’re a pain in the ass but you’re still my favourite shit-stain, yeah!”

Izuku bursts out laughing. The neighbour’s head whips around. He yelps when he sees him, tossing the dog on the couch and scrambling out of view to hide in the hall.

Izuku drops the watering can and runs back inside to find his phone.Small Might: Guys. I've decided i have a crush on my neighbour.

(quarantine baking: a balcony romance)

mechanical bull by warschach

((smut-27573-1/1))

Katsuki has a track record of bad choices, it's a condition, but Izuku might be the one choice that's right.

battle of the bands by roadtripwithlucifer

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'The rules are simple. Battle of the Bands. Local bands send in a single track to the radio station, and ten tracks are selected. Over the coming month, the songs play on the station and listeners vote on the top five. The top 5 play a live concert as part of a music festival, then the top 3 at a larger, indoor venue. The top two have the honor of opening on the first stop of All Might’s retirement tour – here. In Izuku’s home town. And finally, the winner gets the ultimate prize. Getting to spend the rest of the tour, forty cities, across the country as All Might’s opener. Three months. Same tour bus. Shoulder to shoulder with the greatest musicians the world has ever known.'Izuku Midoriya is a broke college student presented with the opportunity of a lifetime. But winning isn't gonna be easy, especially when one band's aggressive blonde frontman seems to be dead-set on making Izuku's life a living hell.

oh my god! they were roomates! by phatye

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“Don’t go through my shit, and if there’s a tie on the door, then fuck off!” Katsuki growled. “...what?” he asked. Katsuki glared at him. “This is fucking college, and I plan on getting laid a lot! I don’t need some nerd cockblocking me! And what is with all the fucking toys here!” Katsuki had moved over to his shelves. “Are you a fucking child or something?!” This was not what he was expecting.

shades of blue by young_crone

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Echoes filtered down the white hall as he descended the stairs toward the locker rooms, reverberating from the pool. A whistle, the sound of breaking water. He swiped the towel over his face, paused. The sliver of cerulean catching the sinking sun pouring through the skylights, the red and white lane buoys, the burn of chlorine.Izuku ran a hand through his curls, snagging on a knot. The clock on the wall reminded him how late it was. A minute wouldn't hurt. He worried his lip. Just a glimpse.

k-9 by warschach

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Izuku takes in a stray on one rainy night, except it's not a dog, it's a dog shifter who goes by the name, Katsuki. After the initial wave of panic and embarrassment, Izuku thinks his new pet/roommate is pretty cute.

sucker punch by warschach

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But, whatever, Disney Boy over there was—

Prettying up real damn good that Katsuki got kind of distracted—totally understandable, like god those CGI pine eyes—and didn’t see the straight path he made for the metal trash bin in the center of the area until he was tipping forward and waist deep in discarded bottles, plates, balled up tissues sticky with he prayed was chocolate ice cream and nacho cheese.

Mina howled behind the gate. “Look, Katsuki returned to his home.”

(or Katsuki works security at Six Flags and moonlights as a derby dude and continuously looks uncool around Izuku)

may I take your order, dipshit? by supercrunch

((6373-1/1))

So, like, maybe Bakugou wasn’t really the best choice for this whole pizza delivery shindig.

(Midoriya in love, Bakugou in denial, and way, way too much cheese.

A BakuDeku romance in thirty minutes or less. )

raise me so high (your sins become my pedestal) by stardust_painter

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After his boyfriend cheats on him, Izuku wants to do something stupid. The question is how stupid does he want to be.

The answer is very stupid apparently.

eye for an eye or whatever by tobiyos

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“I’ll make it up to you!” Izuku says brightly, lifting his head from Katsuki’s lap.

Katsuki’s eyes narrow but he isn’t still pushing Izuku away so. Progress. “Fuck are you gonna do to make it up to me?”

“Hmm…” Izuku says quietly, tapping at his chin. “Oh! You’re still a virgin, right?”

Katsuki chokes on his own spit and promptly renews his efforts of pushing Izuku away by the forehead. “Fuck off,” he wheezes, “get out of my room.”

leap of faith by ladyofsnails

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Midoriya Izuku is just a random kid who loves art, analyzes everything, and is obsessed with the (in)famous hero Mighty Spider. He's got a loving mother, a great uncle, and maybe not too many friends that aren't those two but he's working on it.

And then a random cute boy shows up at his school, a spider bites him, he meets his hero under the worst possible conditions, and it all goes to hell. Now he's got villains on his tail, a promise to keep to a dead guy, and a washed-up hobo as his mentor.

Here goes nothing.

green is the warmest color by gloriousporpoise

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“Woah, someone call the fire department,” Eijirou says, elbowing Katsuki squarely in the ribs. “That guy is smokin.’”

“I literally hate you.”

Here’s the thing, though. Eijirou’s a certified dumbass, but his current observation isn’t even a little bit wrong, much to Katsuki’s displeasure.

“Think you can get his number?”

Or, Bakugou is a painter without a muse.

you and i collide by ethereals

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And not that Bakugou’s the type to sexualize a potentially dead body; especially one that he just accidentally murdered, but the man has some pretty solid DSL’s. He would hit it, with more than just his car.

OR

in which rich fratboy! bakugou is a badass who accidentally hits poor med student!izuku with his car and chaos ensues therefore.

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Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.

Or Radio Host! Baugou x Listener! Midoriya

give me that sweet love by xsxuxgxax

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Things Katsuki needs to excel at: be hot, be clever and pretend to be nice, let Izuku kiss him publicly, let Izuku fuck him privately…

(sugar baby katsuki and sugar daddy izuku pretty much)

dance with me by astralchaos

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Mina pulled up a video of a young man, seemingly teen, dancing to a popular new hit, and Izuku felt his heart drop to his stomach. His skin prickled and felt clammy as he started sweating nervously, not daring to move or make a noise. His eyes were glued to the screen but he didn’t see anything – his brain was too busy going into overdrive and freaking out.

Because Mina was showing him a video of himself. The one he uploaded last night.

How on Earth did she find this? He had barely a few thousand views, he wasn’t popular, and it’s not like he was even any good, especially compared to her or Kacchan–

“That move was sexy as hell,” Kacchan said, and that was when Izuku realized that his childhood friend – his longtime crush – also leaned in to watch the video Mina was showing him.

puppies puppies by Esselle

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"So after doing all that," Katsuki says, "you're just going to settle here? Tatting up wannabe bad boys?"

"You think all guys who have a lot of tattoos are wannabes?" Midoriya asks, so smoothly that it throws Katsuki.

"Wh—no, I mean—maybe!" Katsuki says. "You'd know best, wouldn't you? Are you a bad boy?"

The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes it, and he regrets them immediately. There's a figurative list of things that one should never do, and probably high up on it is asking dark-haired sailors with ocean green eyes and black swirls of ink all across their barely concealed muscles if they are bad boys.

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Katsuki thinks he has everything he needs in life: a successful pet shop, an occasionally reliable assistant, and the unconditional love of the twenty puppies he’s raising for adoption. But when the tattoo parlor next door hires Midoriya Izuku, a hot sailor with an affinity for dogs, it makes Katsuki wonder if he might need something more.

Like… a piece of that ass. Maybe. He’s figuring it the hell out as he goes.

im gonna make a part 3 later ergaegrggjnjuvuh