#like idk all the stupid grinds I do are like finding something completely new in the game

[lord-radish]

Runescape is probably the only thing I can totally, well and truly talk about at length

[sweet-villain]

Just Another Glance Or Not~ Joe Keery

@harringtons-cupid asked:

Hey Sugar,

I have a request <3

Smut addition to this

Hate sex would be amazing:

reader is super angry with him. Slapping him, choking him, riding his dick. Making themself/herself cum and edging him completely until he whines and begs.

Maybe he gets tied to a chair, and she plays with his balls until he cries continues to beg to cum. Until he can't take it and spoils his orgasm, cumming all over her and the floor....

She kisses him and unties him, looks after him before leaving him tucked into bed with a note.

''I don't hate you Joe Keery, but I also hate not fucking you''

idk

@haileighboi @pleasantlycrazyworld @clovermunson @moonchildquinn. @ceriseheaven @glamourpearlsandpolkadots @hawkins-high86 @cinemaquinn @woahlifehitsyahuh

How dare he? Everything has been going so well between the two of you, you thought you two were going somewhere when you found out from one of your friends, that your Joe or whatever arrangement you had with him was going on a date.

A date. Certainly not with you. Your friend swore they saw a vein pop in your forehead from the way the news hit you. You told her it was nothing that he was just a toy. No, you felt so stupid that you thought you meant something to him.

You could hear the grind of your own teeth as you rose your drink up to your lips to take a sip. The coldness running down your throat but your eyes lingered on him from across the room. He was laughing at something someone near him said.

" Are you going to talk to him?" your friend asks you as she looks to where you were looking. You felt your blood boil at the thought of him playing these games with you. One day he wanted you and the next he was throwing himself at another one.

Joe had took noticed of the way you were looking at him and it wasn't the kind of way you always looked at him. This look told him, that you were angry. About what? What has he done now? He looked around the room to see if you were glaring at any of the girls around him.

No, he was the target of your stare. Something about the look send shivers down his spine and made his cock twitch in his pants. He cleaned his throat as he excused himself and made his way over to you. His hand settled on the skin on your knee and rose it up to meet the start of your dress.

His touch felt like fire against your skin and yet you stared with hatred in your eyes. Your own hand reached down to remove his hand from your knee. He had no right to touch you right now. He disappointed you. He could tell on your face something was bothering you.

" Talk to me" he begs you leaning in brushing past your cheek going to your ear. His hot breath lingers against your ear before he places a small kiss below your ear. He knows just what kind of spots that made you weak for him.

A hand on his chest causes him to halt. He glances down at your hand on his chest that is there and holding him back from making any other moves.

"Don't try me, Keery" you mumble to him. His eyes meet yours and for the first time he sees the hurt linger there turning into a hatred look for him. It makes his heart race.

" What's wrong?" he asks, like he has no idea what he has been doing all along. You didn't care who would stare at the both of you as you rose up from your seating grabbed a fistful of his shirt in your hand raising him up from his seat.

" Let's go" you instruct him. The way you spoke to him made him shiver and his cock twitch again in his pants. He followed along right after you like a lost obeyed puppy into the back room. You knew the people that ran this place, you were okay to do whatever you pleased here.

" To think I had you all to myself, have you been a bad boy? Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" Joe eyes turned into confusion as he stands in front of you with his hands in his pockets having no idea what you were on about.

" What are you talking about?" you hummed, shaking your head as you pushed him backwards until the back of his knees hit a chair. He turned his head to glance down to what he had bumped into. He felt you push him to sit down.

" Do you think I'm stupid?" he frown in confusion with his hands resting on his legs. You smirk watching him swallow, his Adam's apple bopping as his eyes roam your body.

" Undressing me with your eyes?" you asked.

His eyebrows knitted and attempt to shake his head, but he was in loss of words as he felt the room get hotter for him. " I- what?"

" Cat got your tongue? You can't answer?" you asked, meeting his eyes to find them wide and glossy a bit with need in them. " Want me to take this off of you? It's gettin warm in here, isn't it?"

You make your way over to him slowly letting your fingers linger over the buttons of his shirt running them to one shoulder and down his chest and going to the other shoulder.

Joe just couldn't get his mouth to move. He opened his mouth with the intention of asking you what this was about and what you were going to do, but his lips faltered around nothing. His mouth is dry, and the smell of your scent clouds his mind.

You smirk, " Look how pathetic you look. I haven't even done anything to you."

He blinks his heavy lustful eyes meet yours with wonder.You hummed, tongue flicking out, moisting your lips as Joe's eyes drop to them with his own mouth a jar.

You move down, leaning that your breath fans over him.

" You look lost" you mumbled. Your warm breath ghosts over his mouth, as he struggles to find the words to answer you. " Um..I.."

" You're not being very responsive" you interrupt his words, " Are you going to answer me or are you going let me play with you get what I want?"

" No" he answers you finally. You hummed in disapproval and lean forward, nuzzling your nose into his neck. His breath hitches as his eyes flutter closer, no other words leave his lips as he struggles to keep his mind at ease.

" Do you not want this? You can always push me away" you mumbled into his neck, pressing your lips against his skin. His arms feel numb and useless, his heart pounding against his chest. Every movement your making, it turns him on and scares him at the same time.

" I don't know what you want me to say" he mutters, but you are nipping at his skin and he whimpers out your name softly.

" Telling me no isn't really the right answer"you chuckled as your lips go to his throat, nipping at the Adam's apple.

His head falls back against the chair, as he let out a deep breath as you take advantage of the skin he's offering you. You use your lips, tongue and teeth to mark, with flicks and nibbles too.

" I know you have a date," you mutter.

He chuckles weakly, " You're so hot when your jealous, okay? But you weren't really thinking you are more than a fling to me, plus you can be quite an asshole."

" I can be, but that's not nice" you mutter as your lips leave his skin, with one hand on the back of the chair towering over him. Joe hates the hold you have on him at the moment, hoe beautiful you look right now, how good you smell, how his skin tingles underneath your touch. He wants you. You want him.

But, you hate the fact that he's playing you and you absolute despise him for it.

" Okay" You hummed with a question, " just have your way with me before anyone else can" he smirks thinking he's winning this sort of game with you.

You cup his face with both your hand, squishing his cheeks looking down at him. " You think you have your cards out on a table, oh you poor pathetic boy. No other bitch would fuck you like I would fuck you."

He gasps at your words whining feeling the way you were holding his face. You release him sending his head bouncing back as you walk to the other side of the room where you laid your purse down. Inside you always had things handy on you just in case of emergencies like this.

" What are you goin to do?" he asks. He tries to see what you have in your hands that you had taken out of your purse. When you turn around to face him, he spots it in your hands.

" You always carry that with you?" he smirks eyeing the rope.

" Only emergencies and only for brats like you" he chuckles as he was about to stand up from the chair but you tugged him back down with the grip on his hair causing him to moan.

" Who said you could move?" His cock has been straining his pants since the moment he sat down on the chair. " Put your hands behind the chair" he obeys knowing better than to talk back to you. You tie him to the chair, kissing his cheek as a reward for listening to you.

He watches as you remove the dress you wore tonight, gasping seeing no bra or panties.

" You sly fox" he says. His mouth watering as he takes in the sight of you standing in front of him. You only have your heels on and it excites him even more that your not taking them off. You make your way over to him and run your hands down his chest and up. The top button take your attention as you rip the shirt open.

" That was one of my favorite shirts!" he shouts. His eyes are flare up at you with anger but your not having it clasping a hand over his mouth.

" You do not talk back to me, you've been such a slut bouncing from girl to girl. Yeah, that's right. I heard about all your adventures" he whines into your hand. You removed your hand from his mouth capturing his lips with his, swallowing the sounds he's making as one of your hands grip his hair.

You nibble and suck on his lip, causing him to gasp, and as his mouth opens, you roll your tongue over his tasting the drink he had earlier.

" Slow down" Joe mumbles against your lips once you pull away from him. But you don't slow down, getting on your knees unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper to take his pants off. You roughly pull them down along with his boxers as his cock springs against his stomach.

" Please..." he begs you as he thrust up his hips into nothing. You rose up to your feet and cup your face again, squishing his cheeks together.

" No, if I hear another sound from you. I will not hesitate to put you in your place" Joe licks his lips once you released his as he stared up at you with hunger in his eyes.

He decides to test it and whimper escapes the back of his throat. What he didn't expect was the sting he felt against his cheek from you slapping him. You gave him a moment to adjust as he turns his head back, licking his lips as he grins. He likes it.

" Again" you chuckle gripping his shoulders as you lined yourself up with the tip of his cock. He looks down to watch as you sink onto his cock. The both of you let out a happy sigh, but not before you hear him " Go fast and hard" in a demanding voice.

He wasn't in charge here. You were.

A hand on his throat causes him to gasp as he peers at you through the slit of his eyes.

" Listen here slut, I'm in charge here. You don't get to make any demands" He whines as that the only sound he can make feeling the grip on his throat tighten only a little bit.

You begin to ride him with one hand on his throat while the other holds onto his shoulder. His cock twitches causing you to shudder, you roll your hips and grind against him. You are so turned on that you could cum at any moment.

" Faster, fuck me" he pleads, your eyes snapping to him and tighten the hold around his neck. You spread your knees more wider and sink another inch down, gasping out as he thrust up suddenly. You grit your teeth in anger.

" Brat" he smirks, moaning as you sink further down on him. Your hand comes up, grabbing at his chin forcing him to look down at you. " Try that again and you'l regret it" you informed him. Joe looks so good like this, his hair a mess, panting and moaning only for you while your in control.

"Your cock is made only for me" you tell him, he nods. You don't like that answer and his cheeks feels another sting from the slap he received from you.

" Only for you" his answer makes your pussy clench and he groans at the feeling. You braced yourself as you rock your hips, and the sensation is so good and you could not form any words other than moan for him. Heat rises in your stomach as you lift up and lean back slightly, and what you ease your hips down, the head of his cock grinds against your sweet spot.

" Fuck" he moans, you moan with. him as you rock your hips just as you did over and over and over. It feels too good and you don't want it to stop. The filthy sound of your slick cunt brings you closer to the edge while you watch Joe as his face scrunches up, moaning your name.

Joe makes the mistake of thrusting up to match your rhythm. You gasp as your walls squeeze tight around his length.

" Baby, yes..yes.. god.. yes.." your legs start to shake as you were losing your rhythm as you bounced on top of him faster and faster each time. His jaw dropped and he moans loudly.

You bounce on him one more time as you cum, Joe nose scrunches up and you know he's getting there.

" Oh no" you shake your head as you stop bouncing on him, chuckling as he whines watching you slide off of him. " Awe boo hoo, you didn't get to cum. Cry me a river" you rolled your eyes watching his cock still twitch.

" You're such a pathetic mess, and who's mess are you?" you asked, waiting for his answer but it never comes. You growl cupping his face. His cheeks are bright red from the way you slapped him and his eyes are clouded with lust and hate.

He hates the way you make him feel. He hates that he can't have any control. He hates how hot you look right now.

" Yours" he spats, some of the spits lands on your face. You clench your jaw shut, stepping back and wiping it away with your hand as you nod.

You knelt down on your knees, using his shirt to make yourself comfortable that your knees would not be ruined. He growled at the sight it. His cock is bright red towards the tip, leaking pre cum mixed with yours.

You grabbed onto his cock and stroked him.

" You're such a desperate whore" you pinched underneath the head of his cock earning a gasp, " you don't deserve to even cum."

Joe growled, turning into a moan when you thumbed the head of his cock, you can see him shaking from the contact.

" P-Please...I need you.. p-please.." you stop the strokes, giving his cock a light smack. Joe whines out. Your hands grab onto his cock roughly, pumping him in a rapid pace.

" You know you can beg better, Keery or better yet, should I stop pleasuring you?" you chuckled, wide grin on your face.

" I-I can do better" he chokes through his sobs, as your hand grips at the base harshly. " I know you can beg better like a good boy"you purred out, your other hand flat out at the tip of his cock, rubbing circles.

" You just want to be touched like a needy whore, right?"

Joe mewls, and nods. Your hand gripping his cock is the only thing that stopping him from thrusting into your hand, his cock bopping in your grip. You know he's close by the scrunch of his and his eyebrows knit together.

You grip tightens at the base, causing Joe to yelp. You let his cock go watching him shutter, and he glares at you from the way you move away with a smirk on your face.

" What?" you asked innocently. He growls in response but gasps feeling your hand play with his balls while the other hand makes circles around his cock. He curses underneath his breath as he glares at you, a moan escapes from him as he whines for you to let him cum.

He tells you that he's been good and that he's done everything you wanted.

" No" you utter, ignoring him as he continues to whine and gasp feeling you slap his cock roughly. It nods and shouts out as he cums over his stomach and on the floor, making a mess. Some of the cum lands on your face.

You lick your lips as you stand up from your knees, dressing yourself up and untying him up. You finds another shirt that is in there for some reason and helps him get dressed, he mutters as he yawns. You had done a number on him.

" Let's get you home, brat" you chuckled calling one of the security guys to help you put him into your car. You were going to drive Joe home, even though you hate the fact that he was going on a date with another girl. She was prettier than you, you knew who she was.

As you put Joe to bed, slipping off his shoes and letting him roll on his stomach with a small chuckle you found one of the note pads on his desk and write him a note.

''I don't hate you Joe Keery, but I also hate not fucking you'' you place the note next to the night stand for him to find. You know he will. He has your number if he needs to reach you.

You leaned down pressing a kiss on top of his head, moving some strands of hair away from his face and looked at him one last time as you headed out the door.

You knew he was going to call you in the morning.

You just knew.

[elegyofthemoon]

logging o7

a friend and i made plans to play genshin on friday so thatll be fun!! she wanted some help with grinding so i was happy to pick up the game again to help alskfjh originally we were gonna play today which made me panic because "oh god i havent touched this game in a hot minute can it still run???" turns out it can

but while doing that, i realized where i left off was me playing through thoma's hangout for the 1000000th time FOR HIS BIRTHDAY LMAO so i really really havent touched it since and Man. i forgot how much i like thoma.... so that made me happy ALSO HIS VOICE ACTOR... its so weird because just the other day i couldve sworn thats his voice actor who plays jeremiah in lads... so its a funny coincidence that i went back to listening to thoma. his voice acting is just got a certain style to it thats very unique to him. and the way he was so excited to play thoma originally? it makes listening to the voice acting all the sweeter - but enough about me rambling about voice acting again LAKSDJFAH

OH YEAH and making progress a bit in um. the story where i left off. I was doing miko's character story and I think I only have one little bit left and then I think my original plan was to do Kazuha's?? idk aslkdjfha it just makes me happy that i made some progress there asdkljfaslkh it was a Struggle to cont. (internally fighting self basically)

I FINALLY!!!!! AM MAKING PROGRESS!!!! ON THIS STUPID WIP!!!!!! IVE BEEN WORKING ON !!!!! FOR APPARENTLY THE WHOLE !!!!! MONTH!!!!!!!!! I've been dancing around it for a while because I just hated how it was coming out BUT pushing myself to work on it, I'm finally getting things clicking and >:)

Getting news that the one thing that would make me go to work tomorrow got cancelled? 🥳woo! freedom!

I completed going through a Child's Dream in HSR, which was fun!! But now the other areas are kinda. Huge. So it'll be a bit overwhelming to do those BUT it was cool to see the little bits and pieces of memory in there ; v ; it just makes me more sad though for Misha :( ALSO I DIDNT REALIZE YOU CAN PICK UP THE PHOTO OF TRAILBLAZER AND FIREFLY IN THE DREAMSCAPE REVERIE that made me so sad cuz I was just passing through there to find something but :( oh my god (ik this is a happy log i am happy i decided to drop by there again but also what the hell 😭

I'm probably going to use the rest of the night to try and finish up this wip hopefully Might stay up a bit more to go explore/read some stuff in star rail but we shall see :)

[femme-enby]

Blah blah blah, I’m stubborn as a mule, I’m ranting about stupid fandom shit, beating the dead horse into the ground mercilessly.

Short summary- I am not proship apparently and I don’t like people whitewashing characters, or feminizing androgynous characters.

Into the rant…

I am genuinely tired of “Frans” or Frisk and Sans as a couple.

And while yeah, it is the notion of aging up Frisk (or Chara or Kris btw) to pair them with an adult character that irks me most importantly… like… it is fucking weird actually. Especially when it’s written in such a way that whichever child went through the underground or whatever and then LATER the story takes place where they’re an adult…

Because honestly? If any family friend saw me at like… 12, actively watched me grow up, and then decided they had romantic feelings for me, I’d think they’re fuckin weird tbh. Weirder than my middle school orchestra teacher giving me his Snapchat while I was at work years later, after not having seen me that entire time. Yeah that was fuckin weird. Dude taught me for an hour or so like every other day back in middle school. Still fuckin weird.

Now imagine a family friend who would have seen me a lot more often. Mad fuckin weird.

So yeah. I find that weird.

But the other thing, a more minor thing that also grinds my gears?

How incredibly feminized Frisk gets. In such a stereotypically way too!

Frisk is CANONICALLY non-binary. They use they/them pronouns. They present pretty androgynous even for a kid. They “flirt” with anyone they have the option to regardless of that person’s presentation.

Yet!!! Frisk always ends up being incredibly feminized. Not just feminized in a general sense, but almost exclusively Frisk gets turned into a scrawny, busty, white woman with perfectly straight hair and full lips.

This kid turned into that nonsense I be seein??? Idk what people are seeing but if y’all want a WHITE kid…

Boom. Pale yellow for the skin, rosy pink cheeks, wide AF eyes. The chances of Chara being white are infinitely higher.

The aged up Frisk rarely ever even looks LIKE FRISK. It wouldn’t be hard to just name this basically brand new character something like “Alex” if these people still wanted a gender neutral name, but frankly I doubt they would considering what they did to the character.

They whitewash and feminize Frisk, a character who has no gender. We are given no indication to Frisk sex (which would be awfully weird since they are, ya know, a CHILD) so people are really just making a woman OC to ship with Sans (usually) but still choose to to name her Frisk and tie her to a non-binary child.

For what reason?

People were in an uproar about artists making Rose (Steven Universe) skinny. Now the harassment and threats were completely unnecessary, but the general upset wasn’t necessarily wrong in my opinion.

Fat people, POC, LGBT+ people still struggle for representation. If fans want skinny, white, busty characters that they ain’t seeing in the original material… make an OC!! Ain’t nothin wrong with that!

But there ain’t any reason to take an existing character and alter them to fit into eurocentric beauty standards. Not for your preference, not to fit into your fantasy, not for anything.

These people are often amazing artists! Clearly capable of incredible skill, and likely possess impressive imaginations as well! Imagine up a new name at the least!

Seriously- why do I see more diversity in blank face Y/N solid grey placeholders than adult Frisk art? Like yeah I don’t even think it should be a thing when you’re shipping them with one of the adult monsters, but honestly the fact that regardless of how “not frisk” they all look… I KNOW that is SUPPOSED to be adult Frisk because they all look like the same bland ass white lady!!!

Meanwhile they “Y/N” placeholders be chubby, tall, disabled, they’ll have afros and braids, they’ll have more masculine builds, etc.

I ain’t even realize they could be personalized like that! I love it!! Hope to keep seeing more of it even if it comes across my dash in some fandom I don’t even know the name of!!!

[seokjinsdisciple]

Backward

mark x reader (SMUT, fluff (because im soft), and more smut)

when you run into your douchebag ex at a party, you grab the nearest stranger and drag them into pretending to be your boyfriend. You just didn’t expect this stranger to be so hot. 

warnings: sex, language, unprotected sex (be safe kids), drinking, fingering, fingering in a semi-public place?, female receiving oral, the phrase good girl is only mentioned once (aren’t you proud of me?)  idk im probably forgetting something so if i am just let me know

i didn’t really edit this so....sorry for any mistakes

word count: 2.1k (im a hoe for mark, ok?)

It happened at a stupid party that your best friend forced you to go to. The alcohol was cheap, and tasted disgusting, but at least it got you drunk. You put on a little bit more of a revealing outfit than you normally would, because you normally didn’t care. This party was supposed to make you feel better after the stressful work week you just had. Unfortunately, this party put you in the same room as your scumbag ex. Who, by the looks of it, was doing way better without you than you were doing without him. You groaned when you saw his silhouette, and almost pulled your hair out when he started to approach you. If you hadn’t had so much to drink, you would be mortified to do what you are about to do, but you are drunk, and you want to prove your stupid, smug ex wrong. 

So, you confidently approach a (very) attractive man who had been (innocently) standing near you at the time of the sighting. You take the last few sips of your drink before placing your hand on his arm, just in time for your ex to start a conversation. 

“Oh, hey! I noticed you from across the room. How’re you doing?” He questions, looking the man next to you up and down. At his suspicious glances, you loop your arm into the stranger's, smiling back at him. 

“We are doing great,”I smiled squeezing the stranger’s arm and praying that he will go along with what I’m about to do, “This is my boyfriend.”

“I’m Mark,” the stranger stuck out his hand, clasping my ex’s and shaking it firmly. Your ex was clearly shocked, having been convinced that he was the only good thing you could ever have. Douchebag. However, sizing up the man next to you, your ex quickly figured out he was in a losing fight. This guy was beyond handsome, and he was polite, something your ex could never claim to be. You and your new “boyfriend” made conversation with your ex, and when you started to get visibly uncomfortable, Mark said he wanted to go dance. Like you savior, he swept you away, only breaking character when the two of you made it to the dance floor. When he was sure your ex was preoccupied, he led you to the kitchen to get another drink.

“What would my beautiful girlfriend’s name be?” Mark asked, chuckle on his lips at this whole situation. You swiftly answered him, shying away from his handsome face.

“I’m so sorry about that,” you started, “My ex is kinda a douchebag and I really can’t stand the idea that he is better off without me.”

“It’s no problem, I’m glad I could rescue such a stunning girl,” Mark smiled, handing you one of the drinks he had just made,  “By the way, if he let a girl like you go, he’s definitely not better off.”

After that, the two of you immediately hit it off. You were talking throughout the whole party, making each other laugh and completely ignoring the people you came with. There was something so familiar about Mark, something that made you feel comfortable. Things with Mark just felt right. 

It wasn’t long before you found yourself grinding against him on the dance floor. It started as a show for your ex, but his hands started traveling up your legs, his lips started finding the sensitive spots on your neck. To say you were bothered would be an understatement. You could feel the stickiness in your underwear, and you could feel Mark’s length pressing against your ass. You felt his hands graze against the hem of your skirt, his fingers dancing to your inner thigh, and then quickly moving away. If he could tease, you could too. 

You moved your hands into his hair, pulling lightly. You smirked at the quiet moan he let out, but the smirk dropped off of your face as he pulled you even closer than you were before. His grip on your hips was tight, and at this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if your arousal were dripping down your legs. 

You whimpered as he lightly bit your ear, whispering, “Please come home with me, I need to make you cum.”

You would be lying if you said you hesitated at all. Truth be told, you turned around faster than he could even finish his sentence, your frenzied lips finding his with ease. He met your kiss with just as much passion, and for a moment, both of you forgot you were in the middle of a dance floor, surrounded by people. You whined as he broke the kiss, but he just took your hand, pulling you away from the crowd to call an uber. 

If you thought you were turned on before you got in the uber, you had no idea what you are now. Mark was currently two fingers deep in your heat, all while having a casual conversation with the driver. It was as if he knew your body like the back of his hand, the way he put just the right pressure in your sensitive spots, pressed just right on your clit and covered your moans with a chaste kiss before they even came out. 

You felt the coil in your lower abdomen tighten, your moans becoming more frequent as Mark hit all the right spots within you. You were so so close, and so desperate when Mark pulled his fingers out of you. If you had been in your right mind, you would’ve recognized that the uber had arrived, but you weren’t, and you were desperate. So you tried your hardest to pull Mark’s hands back to their place in your heat, almost crying at his unwillingness to help you.

“Baby, get out of the car,” He laughed, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, “We’re here.”

That was all he needed to say to get your ass out of that uber and following him. The time it took to get up to his apartment from that uber felt like the longest three minutes of your life, especially with Mark’s hand burning the skin around your waist where it sat. 

You could have cried when the door to his apartment finally swung shut. With hurried hands and lips locked together, he led you to what you assumed to be his room. As soon as he kicked the door of his room shut, he practically tore your skirt down your body. His once light brown eyes, now dark and filled with lust as he stared at your exposed center. 

“If I’m not mistaken, I have a job to finish,” He growled, stalking towards you and pushing you gently on the bed. Before you could even brace yourself you felt his tongue circle your clit, sucking harshly on the sensitive bud. If you thought Mark had been good with his fingers, you had no clue what just hit you. He swirled his tongue around your clit, knowing just when to lick a stripe up your slit or to push himself inside. Mark was messily devouring you, and he had you on the edge. The climax you had been so close to reaching in the uber was fast approaching. 

“Mark- oh god,” You moaned, trying to let him know how close you were, “I’m-I’m close.”

Mark just locked his eyes with yours, picking up the pace of his tongue on your bud and easing a finger into your heat. That’s all it took for your eyes to roll back into your head and your hips to buck, but Mark held on, his face attached to your heat until you had ridden out your climax. 

When Mark’s head rose from your heat, you could cum again at just the sight of him. His hair was messy, his cheeks a perfect rosy blush, his smile soft, and distracting. He climbed over your body, kissing each cheek, and then placing a light peck on your lips. 

“Do you want to stop? That seemed pretty intense,” He smiled, placing another soft kiss on your forehead. You hummed as he peppered your face with gentle kisses. 

“Mark, if you don’t fuck me right now,” You smiled as he let out a chuckle. Taking a deep breath as he unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans down. Before you could catch your breath, he was pushing himself slowly into your sensitive heat. If you had the strength to open your eyes, you would have seen the gulp Mark took as he rests his head on your shoulder and sheathed himself all of the way inside. He felt delicious. He filled you to the brim, and you couldn’t help but take in a shaky breath as he started rocking his hips. He groaned into your shoulder as his pace quickened. This was the first time tonight he was getting any sort of pleasure, and you can tell that had made him desperate. He was fucking you quickly, grabbing your hips and grunting. He had become an insatiable animal, and you sure as hell didn’t want him to slow down. While his trusts were harsh and unforgiving, his hands and lips were soothing and filled with respect. 

You were quickly approaching another high, a fact that Mark had realized as you involuntarily clenched around his length. 

“Are- are you close baby?” Mark asked, running a hand from your hip to your clit, sending you hurtling closer to the edge. 

“Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” He grunted, his pace faltering. His heavenly voice, mixed with his delicious dick and nimble fingers sent you over the edge. He continued thrusting, whispering praise after praise into your ear until you no longer felt him in you. You almost groaned a complaint, but Mark was quick to hush you. He sprayed cum onto your belly, the warmth of it distracting you from his cold room. 

You were drifting in and out, something you hadn’t ever experienced before. When Mark cupped his hands around your face, you looked hazily at him. He gently rubbed your temple, causing a string of butterflies to erupt in your stomach. 

“Can I get you anything, baby?” He asked, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead in order to get you to focus, “Water? Or how about something to eat?”

You just shake your head, outstretching your arms in order to suggest you want to cuddle. You smile as he laughs, muttering out, “Let me get you cleaned up first.”

And he does clean you, at least you can feel him moving you around. Your eyes are closed and you find yourself drifting off to sleep before he comes back to bed. 

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When you awake the next morning you find yourself alone. The bed is cold, the sheets are turned back and there seems to be no noise in the house. You find yourself a little sad that Mark isn’t here. Plus you have a headache from all of the alcohol you drank the night before. When you turn over, you’re met with a tall glass of water, a few ibuprofens (thank god) and a small note. The note says something about running out for groceries. You waste no time in downing the drink, and the pills, and find yourself finally getting out of bed. You take a look through Mark’s apartment, taking stock of the photos on his walls and the books on his coffee table. 

“Ah- you’re not supposed to be up yet!” You heard Mark’s voice from behind you. You turned with a smile, laughing at the sight of him, as he tried to balance 4 grocery bags in his arms. You rushed to help him, taking two of the bags and following him to his kitchen. 

“I’m glad you didn’t leave yet,” He breathed, setting his bags on the counter and then swiftly grabbing the two you had in your arms. 

“Well, it takes me awhile to get up in the morning.”

At this, Mark laughed, “I could tell.”

The playful mood turned somewhat serious as you thought about leaving. He was technically just a one night stand, and although everything in your body was begging you to stay, you had no idea how Mark was feeling. 

“Listen, I know we kinda did this whole thing backward. I mean, we started dating before we even knew each other’s names,” he forced a chuckle, his nerves apparent, “but I would really really like it if we could get dinner sometime.”

You just smiled, pecking his lips before whispering, “As long as we have dessert first.”

[knchins]

Symbiosis - Benimaru & Joker

Summary: Benimaru, Joker, and a former Sister learn how to work through their frustrations with their investigation into the Holy Sol Temple through the one thing they know best: sex.

Pairing: Benimaru Shinmon x Fem!Reader x Joker

Rating: E

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: pwp (I didn't even try this time lmao), spanking, vaginal sex, oral sex, dirty talk/degradation, some dob/sub themes, hair pulling, face fucking. I do not count this as dp but some people might. SPIT ROASTING.

Notes: So I wrote this for @tamcitrus and I hope she likes it! It’s like my most self indulgent piece to date probably lol. Idk how I managed to write this while being barely able to breathe but when the inspo strikes what can you do....First FF/ENS piece! I think they may be a bit OOC but...whatever I’m too sick to care.,

 “So will you join me, Sister?” The mysterious man asked as he puffed on a cigarette. You stared off at the nighttime skyline, at the temple in the very far eastern horizon. Was this something you really wanted to do? It would be dangerous, but you could sense the power coming from him. Not only that, he had already enlisted the help of the Captain of the 7th, Benimaru Shinmon. It wasn’t as if you’d be taking on the church all by yourself.  

 Your mind drifted as the King of Destruction peppered kisses down your bare throat. The mission with Joker hadn’t been entirely successful. In the end they were met with Captain Burns who handed you a journal that belonged to the wife of Raffles I. While it was true you did come up with some new theories about the White Clad, ultimately it felt like a dead end. Now you just had more questions than answers and it was incredibly frustrating.

 But you weren’t the only one frustrated. Your two new comrades had been too. Eventually you had found a way to relieve the tension that had built up over so many years of bullshit. Having been an orphan and raised as a Sister for the Holy Sol Temple, you had plenty of ill will harbored against the empire. You had long abandoned your title but that didn’t stop the two men from egging you on by calling you by it.

 Currently the former assassin was watching through a half-lidded eye as you sat in Benimaru’s lap, your back to his chest as he kissed along your neck and cupped both breasts in his hands. You were already stripped down to your underwear, both men clad in only pants and briefs. Joker tended to observe first before joining in, enjoying taking his time watching the view of Beni turn you on and work you over. Small trails of smoke rose from the lit white stick of tobacco that hung from his mouth.

 “You look so pretty like that, Sister.” He drawled, inhaling another wave of smoke that filtered out of his nose. “You like when he plays with your tits don’t you?”

 “Don’t call me that,” You protested weakly in a voice that came out as more of a moan than a grumble as Beni began to tweak your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. You began to wiggle in his lap, ass brushing against his stiffening cock in a way that had him biting down on your shoulder possessively.

 The cotton panties you had been wearing were soaked all the way through between your legs. This stupid little routine always had you mewling and crying before anyone even bothered touching your needy cunt. Beni enjoyed torturing you too much and Joker enjoyed watching him do it. You had known in the beginning being the only woman in the trio would put you at a disadvantage. You just didn’t know how much.

 “Waka, please.” You gasped as he bit down on your throat this time, sucking a bruise into the skin there. One of your hands moved to try and touch your clit for some form of relief, but he warned you by warming up his hands rapidly. It wasn’t enough to burn you but it was enough to let you know that he would if you didn’t play by his rules. “Asshole.” You hissed, pulling your hand back up to a safe distance. You reached behind him and grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging it angrily.

 Beni quickly pushed you onto the tatami mat on the floor roughly, holding the back of your head in one hand, pressing your face against the material as he lifted your hips up with the other. He began to grind his erection against the wet fabric of your underwear, seething as he ripped down your underwear so that you were completely bare for the both of them.

 He took no time in slapping your ass in retaliation for pulling on his hair. “Impatient little slut.” He growled, causing you to clench with desire. The way his deep voice reverberated in the small room made you even wetter.

 Joker was laughing lightly at the scene. It was pretty typical for you to piss Beni off. And the cute little squeaks you let out as the captain spanked you was just even more delectable than your moans. He finally stood, dropping his pants and underwear at the same time as he knelt before you. Beni took his hand off the back of your head so you could lift up enough for Joker to grab you by the hair and pull you up onto your hands.

 He always had an affinity for fucking your warm wet mouth. Something about choking you on his dick felt better than either your pussy or ass. It was definitely his preferred hole, not that Benimaru minded. It was easier to punish you if he had total control of your lower half. You could hear Beni remove himself from the rest of his clothing as well.

 At the feeling of his blushed head pressing into your folds, you began to protest. “Beni, you have to-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as Fifty-Two plunged his dick into your open mouth.

 “How many times do I have to tell you, Sister,” Benimaru spat out. “Only good girls get warm ups.” Then he pushed his impressively large cock into your small hole, filling you up and stretching you out with a familiar but still painful burn.

 Your cries were garbled by the dick in your mouth. Joker was still, watching the different emotions cross your face: panic, surprise, pain, pleasure. The last one had your jaw slackening for him drool rolling off your lower lip as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. Despite the initial discomfort, there was no greater pleasure in this life than the Captain’s cock being buried balls deep into your soaking pussy.

 “This is what you wanted, right little slut?” Beni asked, smacking you one last time as he slowly pulled out and rammed back in, forcing you to lurch forward and deep throat the man in front of you.

 You gagged, making Joker laugh at your expense. “I’m pretty sure that’s what she wanted.” He said, given your hair a gentle pull. You struggled to breathe, tears rolling from the corners of your eyes reflexively. You tried to back away from him to give yourself some sort of relief, walls clamping down tight on Benimaru behind you. He let out a small groan at the sensation, though he didn’t budge as you tried to push back on him.

 “If only the Sisters that raised you could see you now. Choking on the dick of Holy Sol Temple’s number one enemy. I bet you’d get off that too, wouldn’t you, Sister?” Joker asked as he pulled his hips back enough to allow you to breathe. You shot him a pitiful glare at the taunt, grabbing his bare thigh and digging your nails into it angrily. They always loved to tease you when you were in no position to defend yourself. It could be so annoying.

 The pain of your nails tearing at his skin was about on the same level as an insect bite. It was really insignificant to him, and therefore it didn’t cause him to correct his actions. He simply tightened his grip on your hair.

 Beni started to move in and out of you at a quick and relentless place. Though he had been kind enough to let you adjust to his size, he wasn’t a total monster. He only started doing with his regular rhythm when he started to feel you relax around him. The muffled moans spilled from your mouth as your eyes rolled back. Any time he fucked you from behind he was always able to hit that sweet stop with his cockhead, the one that had you weak in the legs and gripping him dear life.

 Both men highly enjoyed the sounds of you sputtering and crying for more, your words a garbled mess due to Joker’s length plowing into you at a matching speed. The first few times you three had indulged in one another, the rhythms were out of sync and almost awkward. But now, they had the routine down pat. They knew how the other one worked and could easily find the best way to compliment the other’s thrusts. This had Beni pushing in while Joker was pulling out and you stayed as still as you possibly could so that you wouldn’t impale yourself on either of them in a painful manner.

 It felt like the pinnacle of symbiosis. Everyone works together for their own gain but not at the expense of the other. In the end no one would be left out or at a loss. You’d have to remember to thank Joker later for gathering the three of you together.

 Beni let out a curse as he increased his pace, using one hand to push locks of sweaty hair from his eyes. Sometimes he was convinced that your body had been made for him. He fit inside of you like a hand in a perfectly tailored glove. The gentle squeeze of your kegels anytime he or Joker did something you found particularly pleasurable, whether it was tugging on your hair, slapping your ass, or degrading you with their words, just made him feel so damn good.

 Any time he was buried in you, regardless of which hole it was, he always became devoid of any rational thought. The sex consumed all of you, the tension releasing with the exertion of their hips. Infiltrating the temple, investigating Hajima, life had just become so stressful lately. This was the only time any of you could truly just let go.

 That familiar tight coil was winding itself up in your lower abdomen, the pressure building with every thrust as you took deep breaths through your nose. “Ahh, Sister,” Joker said through heavy breaths, “You better be a good girl and not swallow right away.”

 Of course you knew what he meant, the way his thrusts became a little less in sync with Beni’s and a little more arrhythmic as he chased after his orgasm. He was the first to come, filling your mouth and throat with warm white seed. He pulled away, still holding onto your hair as you stuck out your covered tongue to show him, the white liquid spilling onto the mat beneath you as you were pounded from behind. Your moans were no longer muffled and were loudly filling the small room. No doubt other members of squad seven could hear you, not that you card any more. Konro was probably just shaking his head at his captain’s antics.

 “Now swallow.” Joker instructed as he sat back on his heels. Your tongue retracted into your mouth and you swallowed every last drop that hadn’t fallen from your mouth. The blissed out look on your face was almost enough to make him hard again, your whimpers as you neared your peak, the needy look in your eyes. Nothing else mattered in this moment but the release.

 You came with another loud cry, collapsing onto your chest as your arms gave out beneath you. Benimaru worked you through it, his balls slapping against your clit had you shaking and sobbing at the overstimulation. A moment later he was filling you up with his own seed, gobs of it gushing out around the base of his cock and onto your folds.

 Joker moved to watch him pull out of you slowly so he could observe the gaping, leaky hole. He let out a low whistle at the sight. “Latom,” He said jokingly, folding his hands in prayer as Beni guided your hips down onto the ground.  Benimaru rolled his eyes at his partner in crime, making sure to soothe the bruise skin of your ass with his rough hands.

 “Get some rest, Sister.” Benimaru said solemnly as he got redressed. “Our investigation resumes tonight.”

 You let out a low groan at the reminder, having totally forgotten that you were going back to Hajima headquarters to try and gather more information. “Fine, just let me take a nap first.” You grumbled sleepily. You couldn’t see the soft smile on his face as he glanced at Joker who nodded back in a silent response.

 Benimaru maneuvered you to his futon with Joker’s help, covering you with a blanket so you could rest in peace. Then in a few hours it would be business as usual.

[bts-bay-bee]

bad day

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: established relationship, anal fingering, gagging (with panties), oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal fingering, butt plug, tied-up (by a belt), vibrators, unprotected sex (use a condom irl), some light dirty talk and offensive names (cock-slut), spanking, squirting, multiple orgasms, cream pie, soft dom!Namjoon, cum eating, fingering after sex, it somehow turned soft idk how, unedited work

Summary: you had a bad day at work, and Namjoon tries to make it better

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 Talk about a day from hell. It all started when you woke up, an hour late, your phone ringing incessantly next to your ear. According to your phone it was 8am – the time that you usually started work – while the caller ID flashed your friend’s name from work. She had phoned to tell you that there was a meeting with everyone in the company, and it started in half an hour.

 Pushing your long-term boyfriend, Namjoon (who was still peacefully sleeping), off of you, you ran into your bathroom and took the shortest, most chaotic shower in history. Five minutes later, you were rushing to get clothes on. Your boyfriend, who had woken up when he realised that he was alone in bed, peered up at you, still snuggled close against the blanket. You wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with him the entire day, but you couldn’t.

 Once you had gotten your white blouse and black skirt on, you slipped your black heels, then leaned down to kiss Namjoon, with a hurried “goodbye, love you”.

Somehow, thankfully, you were only five minutes late for the company meeting. Yet you were late, nonetheless. Your boss, who was usually an impatient twit by nature, was even more so today, and took twenty minutes of the meeting to berate you about your tardiness.

 Fine, you thought, I probably deserved that for being late. But it was almost as if the universe had decided that today was the day that everything was going to go wrong.

 After the meeting, you walked into your office and found it flooded. Your usually neat office was somehow the only room that had suffered any damage in the entire building. Lovely, you sourly thought as you plucked a piece of paper that had your newest business proposal printed on it from the water.

 By midday, you found yourself sharing an office with the same friend who had called you that morning. Sadly, she was your boss’s PA, and her office was right next to his. Only separated by a half-frosted glass partition. You also found yourself starving, having not eaten anything the entire day; and you made peace with the fact that you also wouldn’t be eating anything until you went home – your boss had clearly said that because you were late, you had to work the extra time in, essentially taking away your lunch break. In between everything that had already happened, someone bumped into you earlier, spilling coffee all over your white blouse. Not that it was a big deal, but it simply added to your list of annoying things that had happened today.

 At around 3pm, you received a call from Namjoon – the one good thing about your day. Quickly answering the call, you ducked down so that your boss couldn’t see. “Hi, babe.”

 “Hey, baby girl.” His deep voice cooed, making you melt. It had only been a few hours, but you missed him. “Is everything okay? I haven’t heard from you the entire day.”

 You know it was stupid, but the way he said it, like he cared so deeply, made you tear up. “Joonie…” You sighed, closing your eyes. “This is the worst day I’ve ever had.”

 You began listing everything that had transpired, Namjoon listening quietly. As the conversation neared its end, you saw your boss’s door open, making you quickly end the call, and continued with your boring spreadsheet of figures.

 At 5pm, you basically ran out the office, desperate to get through the traffic as soon as you could. As you pulled into your driveway, it was long after sunset, and you were exhausted; wanting nothing more than to eat while watching TV with Namjoon, cuddled on the couch.

 You walked into the living room, dropping your car keys onto the coffee table, immediately being met with Namjoon’s embrace. You buried your head in his chest as he kissed the top of your head, rubbing your back gently.

 “Missed you.” Namjoon hummed, before you broke your hug. You just flashed him a small smile, before pecking him, happy to finally be home. “I set out some clothes for you on the bed.”

 As you walked into the room, you smiled gratefully as you found one of his shirts – your favourite one – on the bed. Quickly peeling off your work clothes, you pulled the shirt over you, now wearing nothing but your panties and his shirt, that fell to your mid-thigh.

 As you quickly shuffled to the living room, you found Namjoon accepting something at the door. He turned around with a packet from your favourite fast food place, and he grinned at your brightly.

 Half an hour later, you found yourself stuffed with food, happily cuddling into Namjoon, with your back against his chest.

 “I’m sorry I made you late for work.” He said, kissing your collarbone. You sighed and leaned your head against him, subconsciously giving him more exposed skin to devour.

 “It’s not your fault.”

 “I’m the one who kept you up.” He frowned.

 You found yourself smirking, unknowingly, your mind flashing back to last night. Namjoon had suggested something new in the bedroom, which was anal play; it was nothing crazy, as it was your first time doing anything like it, but it felt amazing. Your orgasms had been mind-blowing. They had left you shaking, a light gleam of sweat coating your body; you were sure that you’d passed out somewhere in-between the heavenly pleasure.

 “What are you suddenly smirking about?” Namjoon asked, his eyebrow raised as you realized you had crossed your legs, an attempt to stop yourself from getting aroused.

 “Um…” You said, embarrassed. “Last night…”

 Now Namjoon was the one smirking. “You enjoyed it, sweetheart?” Nodding shyly, you turned to face him, straddling him to be more comfortable. He ran his large hands over your exposed thighs, leaving goose bumps in their wake. “Would you want to try it again?” As you nodded again, Namjoon chuckled. “Can I try something new today?”

 “You already know my answer.” You replied, breathlessly, your arousal beginning to drip out of you, as your mind flashed back to last night and the premise of something new tonight. You subconsciously began to grind on Namjoon, making him groan.

 “Play nice, Y/N.” He warned, making you cease your actions as he grabbed your hips. “Go to the room.”

 Getting up and almost running to your shared bedroom, Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle at your eagerness. Getting up from the couch himself, he opened a package that had arrived that morning after you hastily left for work. Grabbing what he was searching for, he slipped it into his pocket before following your footsteps.

 You had already stripped of Namjoon’s shirt, leaving you in your tiny black thong. When Namjoon entered the room, you knew his eyes were trained on your clothed pussy, eyes only leaving it to get something from your shared walk-in closet. Heart beating profusely, you knew you were in for a long night; Namjoon only took your toys from the closet when he wanted to make you cry with pleasure. You had quite fond memories of the toys in the closet.

 Namjoon walked back to you, his belt in his hand, before leaning down to kiss you roughly. His soft, plump lips pressed against yours before shoving his tongue into your mouth, making you whimper at the roughness, as your arousal continued to drip out of you, soaking the tiny piece of fabric covering your core.

 His tongue massaged your own, swallowing your moans as his hands roamed all over your body, eventually one hand settling on your ass, kneading it, while the other dipped into your soaked panties, allowing Namjoon to feel your arousal.

 “All for me?” He teased quietly, gathering your slickness on his fingers before pushing them into your mouth, making you taste yourself. “How sweet do you taste, baby girl?” You just whined in response, causing him to tut at you. “Guess I’ll just have to find out myself then, hmm?”

 He moved you to the bed, dropping his belt next to you, then shedding his shirt, leaving him only in sweatpants. Sliding down your sodden panties, he immediately deposited them into your mouth, causing you to essentially be gagged. Your sweet juices coated your tongue, making Namjoon hum happily.

 Kissing down the length of your neck, he stopped at the base of your neck, biting down harshly at your collarbone, then sucking on it, leaving dark red marks that will surely turn into deep purple bruises soon. He continued to assault your neck, only stopping to take one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, his fingers tweaking at the other. He sucked your sensitive bud, before switching his position, so that he could take the other one in his warm mouth.

 As his tongue skimmed over your nipple, he was bucking into your core, not giving you enough friction to get any relief. His sweatpants acted as a barrier between his throbbing cock and your dripping folds. As your hands tried to pull his pants off, he harshly bit your breast, making you cry out.

 “Behave, Y/N.” He snapped, then went back to leaving marks on your chest. Once he was satisfied at the angry, red spots left on your skin, he kissed down your stomach, finally getting to your core, which was pulsing uncomfortably from the lack of attention.

 “Hmm, always dripping for me, huh?” He murmured, spreading your folds so that you were completely exposed to him. The panties that were still in your mouth prevented you from replying, until he looked up at you, chuckled, then reached up and removed them from your mouth. “You’re allowed to make as much noise as you want today, sweetheart.”

 Not even a second later, he attached his mouth onto your swollen clit, making you cry out, as his soft, warm mouth encased it. Flicking his tongue over your clit, he began to slowly finger your core, causing you to moan and tangle your fingers in his lush hair. He entered you with two fingers, almost immediately curling them against your tight, sodden walls, while he continued to alternate between licking stripes across your clit, and suckling on it, harshly.

 “Nam…joon.” You sighed, feeling euphoria encase your entire being. He abruptly stopped his actions, making you cry out in protest. He just chuckled, before pressed his forefinger into your asshole, causing you to squeak at the sudden intrusion. His finger slid in easily, still slick from your wet pussy.

 He went back to licking stripes across your clit, before quickly sticking his stiffened tongue into your pussy, tongue-fucking you mercilessly. As his tongue shot in and out of you, he began to rub tight circles onto your clit with his freehand, releasing an endless supply of whines and cries from your throat.

 His single finger curling around your tight asshole, his tongue fucking your pussy without pausing and the incessant rubbing of your clit made the coil in your stomach snap, causing you to cum hard on Namjoon’s tongue. His actions didn’t cease, even with your thighs shaking on either side of his head. You fingers knotting in his hair, whimpering, and moaning as your pleasure linked with the dullest pain, as your pussy quivered from sensitivity.

 “J-Joon…” You whispered, trying to pull him off of you. When he didn’t stop, you whimpered out, “Please… H-hurts…”

 “You taste so good.” He replied, finally giving into your pleading as he allowed you to pull him up to your mouth. “Your pussy tastes so sweet. It’s intoxicating.”

 He came up, laying down on the bed next to you, his mouth pressed against yours in an open-mouthed kiss. He nibbled on your lip, before massaging his tongue with yours. A moan involuntarily left your mouth when you tasted your cum on his tongue, which had seemingly soaked into every crevice of the magical appendage.

 You pulled away, with the intentions of taking Namjoon’s cock into your mouth. As you began to pull his sweatpants down, you felt something oddly shaped in his pocket. He smirked up at you, as he palmed himself through his boxers.

 “Take it out my pocket, baby. It’s for you.” He instructed, sliding his boxers down with his sweatpants, leaving him in all his gorgeous glory. Curiosity nibbling at your very being, you pulled out a small, bright pink… Something. You didn’t really know what it was, so you stared up at Namjoon, questioningly. He groaned, “Fuck, you look so innocent right now, sweetheart. Do you know what that is?” Shaking your head, no; he smirked. “It’s a butt plug. I got a small one, for now, baby girl. I don’t want to overwhelm you, yet.”

 “How am I supposed to use it?” You asked, completely confused, as your hand encased the small silicone toy. Namjoon sat up, taking it from you. This action drew your eyes to his cock, which rested against his tummy. The angry red tip gleamed with pre-cum, making your mouth water, craving the salty, delicious taste of him in your mouth.

 Your tongue ran over your bottom lip, something that Namjoon caught you doing, before smirking. Only when he stopped talking, did you realise that he was talking. You looked up at him, innocently, before pouting, making him chuckle.

 “I was explaining how we were going to use it, but it seems like your attention is elsewhere, sweetheart.” He murmured, running his thumb over your bottom lip to make you release it from your teeth, you didn’t even realise you were biting it.

 “Please…” You whispered, leaning into his touch, wanting nothing more than to take his cock into your mouth. He nodded, giving you the go ahead, before leaning back and allowing you to do whatever you wanted.

 Your velvety soft mouth encased the head of his dick, lightly suckling on it, swiping your tongue over the slit so you could taste the pre-cum. As you did this, Namjoon sucked in a deep breathe, his hands weaving into your long hair. Moaning at his delicious taste, you took more of him into your mouth, softly massaging his balls.

 “Hmm… Fuck, Y/N.” He groaned, “Your mouth is so fucking good, baby.”

 You continued to suck on his cock, swirling your tongue around the head. After a few moments of doing this, you decided to take him even deeper into your throat, sinking your head down until your nose was nestled against his pubic bone. He let out a string of curses, bucking into your mouth.

 Gagging around his girthy, long length, your throat muscles massaged his cock, enveloping Namjoon in its warmth. You moaned as he leaked more pre-cum into your throat, your saliva leaking out the corners of your mouth. Namjoon bucked into you again, releasing a whimper out of you, before he pulled out of your mouth.

 You whined at the loss of his exquisite taste, but he just took a deep breath, not acknowledging your neediness to have him bucking into your mouth. “But, baby...” You whined, your desire for his cock making him chuckle. “Want you to cum in my mouth.”

 “Let me cum in your pussy, sweetheart.” He said, still chuckling at how needy you were. It was endearing as much as it was enticing. He moved off the bed, now standing on the floor behind you. He grabbed his belt, positioning your arms so that it was behind you, and proceeded to loop the belt around a single arm, then both, making sure that you were bound tightly.

 “Is that too tight, sweetheart?” He asked, sweetly, kissing up your spine. You shivered, relishing the way he ghosted his plump lips over your skin. After shaking your head at his question, he positioned you the way he wanted. The front of your body was pressed flush against the bed with your arms tied behind you. Seeing you splayed out for him, Namjoon groaned.

 Grabbing the lube from the nightstand, which was left there from last night’s activities, he squirted some into his hand, then slowly lubricated the pink silicone toy. After getting the butt plug sufficiently coated, he deposited the excess lube onto your asshole, making you gasp. Spreading the slippery substance all over your anus, he leaned forward kissing your neck, before nibbling on the shell of your ear.

 “Tell me if you want me to stop, okay, baby?” He murmured into your ear. You nodded, your pussy clenching around nothing as he continued to work lube into your asshole. After he deemed it enough, you felt Namjoon press the blunt head of the butt plug against your puckered hole, making you release some of your juices onto the sheets.

 He slowly eased the toy in, allowing the sounds coming from your mouth to guide how fast or slow he should be going. Once he had fit the whole thing in you, he turned your head and kissed you chastely.

 “You look so fucking sexy with it in you, baby girl.” He groaned. You couldn’t form words – the plug filled you so well, you almost couldn’t have coherent thoughts. Namjoon got off the bed, making you whine, wanting nothing more than him; just him. Due to your position, you couldn’t turn back and see where he had gone, instead, you were forced to simply wait for him.

 A few moments later, you felt the bed between your legs dip, signalling his return.

 “Where did you go?” You whimpered, your neediness evident. Namjoon ignored you, lifting up your hips to place something directly onto your clit. You moaned when you felt it was your ribbed vibrator, which was still turned off. He really wanted to pleasure you today.

 “Oh, I forgot to tell you,” He murmured into your ear. “This is a vibrating butt plug.”

 Pressing the button on both the butt plug and the vibrator, Namjoon sat back for a few seconds, watching you moan, the heavenly sounds pumping more blood to his dick, making it impossibly hard. The ribbed vibrator curled around your clit, making the whole piece of flesh sensitive, while the butt plug pulsed rhythmically in your asshole, just edging you closer and closer to the edge.

 “Joonie!” You cried, feeling like you were close, so close, but it didn’t feel like you could reach an orgasm without Namjoon’s touch. You felt his gaze on you, the mattress still dipped between your legs. “P-Please… I n-need you in me-e!”

 He ran the head of his cock across your folds, before slowly pushing himself in you, stretching your walls to their breaking point around his girthy length. You let out a loud moan, your hands straining to be let out of their confinements.

 “Fuck! I can feel the toys too.” He said, panting as he dragged his cock of you, before slamming back in. “You feel so tight, sweetheart. Your pussy is clenching around me so tight. Gonna fuck you until you’re crying.”

 With that promise, Namjoon began to fuck you into the mattress, mercilessly. He entered you repeatedly, his hips snapping against your plump ass, making the obscene sound of skin-on-skin. His balls slapped your pussy lips incessantly, making the tiniest contact with your vibrator, only adding to Namjoon’s pleasure.

 “Ah – Namjoon!” You cried, feeling him press against the small of your back, making you push onto the vibrator even harder. The butt plug was still sending shocks of pleasure right down to your core, making you release more and more arousal. Slapping your ass, making it redden under his palms, Namjoon started to fuck you so hard that you moved slightly up the bed with each thrust.

 “Baby, I’m gonna cum!” You whimpered, feeling your throat raw from all the moans and whimpers you’ve been letting out. “F-Fuck, you’re so-o big…”

 Your pussy clenched around Namjoon’s cock, making him moan into your ear. “You’re gonna cum on my dick, baby? While your ass is stuffed and your clit is swollen, huh? You’re gonna cream on my cock while I spank the fuck out of you? You’re such a cock-slut, Y/N. Always so needy for my dick, huh?”

 To emphasize his point, he began to slap your ass cheeks, making your entire ass turn red; all while snapping his hips into yours. Paired with Namjoon’s filthy words and the fact that your pussy was being destroyed by his cock, your asshole filled with the pulsating butt plug, as well as the vibrator against your clit, you cried out his name, before cumming all over the sheets and Namjoon’s cock.

 You felt a rush of wetness slip out of you; your cries caught in your throat at the sheer power of your orgasm. You vaguely heard Namjoon groan, not faltering in his thrusts, before he continued his assault on your poor pussy.

 “You just squirted all over me, baby girl. You like this that much? Being tied up and forced to take everything that I give you? You dirty, little cock-slut.”

 Your intense orgasm rendered you speechless, unable to form words or thoughts – but you knew one thing: Namjoon completely owned you. He made you feel things no one else could, and that no one else ever can. Once you came back around, head fully functional, you found Namjoon still fucking you.

 “Yes, yes, yes, you take my cock so well, sweetheart.” He groaned, roughly pulling your hair so that your neck snapped against his shoulder. You whimpered, the position making his tip nudge against your cervix. The squelching of your pussy around his cock made him groan, the dirty sound bringing him closer and closer to his own release. “I’m so fucking close, Y/N!”

 “You gonna cum in my pussy, baby?” You panted, the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening again. “Make a mess in between my thighs? You’re fucking me so good, baby, shit! Come in me, please, please, please! Love your cock so much. Fuck, I’m gonna cum again, baby.”

 Namjoon moaned, feeling you tighten around him, as you released for the third time tonight.

 “Namjoon!” You whined, your orgasm not as powerful as the previous, but enough to have you clenching tightly around his cock to make him cum right after you. He pushed himself deep into your pussy, before you felt his hips stutter against your ass.

 “Oh, fuck, yes! Y/N! I’m coming, baby girl.” He moaned, releasing string after string of hot, thick sperm, painting your pussy white.

 Undoing the belt around your arms, he flung it to one side, before collapsing next to you, his cock still deep within you. With your new freedom, you pulled the vibrator out from underneath you, the pulsing now hurting your red, swollen clit. The butt plug was still turned on, making you twitch; the overstimulation being too much. Namjoon, still panting, reached over, and pulled it out of you, allowing your body to relax, finally not being assaulted with copious amounts of pleasure.

 “Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asked, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face. You nodded, laying your head against his rapidly rising and falling chest. “You did so well, baby.”

 You basked in the light that was his compliments, feeling your cheeks heat up at his words. You leaned up, kissing him softly, while he pulled his limp dick out of you. Wincing at the loss of him, he chuckled, before caressing your still reddened ass. He watched as his cum began to leak out of your entrance, the site almost enough to make him hard again. Without realising it, he ran two fingers around your messy entrance, making you twitch.

 He gathered his cum from around your entrance before pushing it back into you, making you whine; the overstimulation being too much. Namjoon brought his fingers to your mouth, making you suck off his cum that coated his digits. His salty sperm coated your tongue, making you moan and swirl your tongue over his long fingers.

 Seeing how much you enjoyed it, Namjoon chuckled. Pulling his fingers away from your lips, he replaced them with his own, kissing you gently. He pulled you into his chest, allowing you to cuddle after your intense fucking-session.

 Massaging your ass, now feeling guilty for spanking you so hard, he kissed your forehead, seeing you already half asleep. “Did that take care of your bad day?”

 You lifted your head off of his chest, confused. “What bad day?”

 ***

 A/N: hey guys! I hope you enjoyed that :) Please let me know what you think <3

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Based on: harry is on tour and y/n posts a picture with a co-worker on a night out and he gets jealous and frustrated cause he hasn't seen his girl in a while.... he does something stupid that goes viral and breaks her heart but the co-worker is just a really good friend of hers and is happily married or something.... idk if it's a good idea but you can make it very angsty cause i love it hahahah (ooh-so-laura)

Word Count: 1457 words

Warnings: fluff, angst

Being on tour meant that Harry was away from Y/N for most of the year and that completely takes a toll on a relationship. It wasn’t because their love for each other lacked in any way, shape, or form. It was just that distance can strain even a strong relationship like theirs in subtle ways. So subtle that Harry didn’t even notice that he had gone a couple of days without video calling his lover, or that she wasn’t updating him every hour on her annoying work colleagues-- which was unusual for her, considering that she was practically attached to her cell for hours on end. 

So when Harry finally had the time off to catch up with the rest of himself, alongside the buzzing environment of traveling and touring-- his first instinct was to grasp his phone and dial Y/N’s number, not even considering the time difference of their home to his location for the next twenty-four hours. 

He waited and waited for what seemed like forever--he thought it was interchangeable considering he hadn’t talked to her in ages--he was surprised (not really) that it went to her voicemail. Harry knew that Y/N loved her sleep. He switched off the Clock app, finding out that it was only a quarter past nine and there was absolutely no way that she would be asleep at this hour. 

He tried twice, to no avail. His eyebrows furrowed in wonder and curiosity, lips pursing in a slight pout as a sudden wave of sadness overcame him and he realized that he’d probably have to wait for a bit more time until he got to talk to Y/N. 

---

As private as he is, Harry still kept up to date with the latest news through social media. He has been extra cautious as of late ever since he accidentally posted a picture of him wearing a cartoon shirt to his public Instagram story, mistaking taking it for the green, ‘close friends’ button. He made sure to keep his thumb a few centimeters more away from the sensitive screen as to not accidentally double-tap a picture he had no intentions of liking. He scrolled quickly, his eyes boring the screen in a swift glance, not really being interested in anything he was seeing. 

He soon moved on to his next task--to check everyone’s story. Loud sounds and pounding music got lagged through as he tapped on the right side of his screen, cutting off the video midway. He was still uninterested. 

Harry refreshed his feed, letting the loading logo swirl through circularly. Needless to say, he was stunned when he saw Y/N’s latest post, uploaded only a few minutes ago. 

There it was in large format, a picture of his girl and a--not going to lie-- a very decent looking man in a slick navy blue suit with a red tie. He figured he would’ve been more up-front of his obvious distaste of the man if he hadn’t worn such a color-coordinated suit. Snickering to himself, Harry thought he could probably show him up with a Gucci patterned suit of his that he’ll pull off no matter what. 

But nonetheless, the look was effortless and Harry was sure that he would’ve liked the man very much if it weren’t for Y/N appearing beside him. That alone caused a scowl to appear on his face and the next thing he knew; he was calling his girlfriends’ number with forceful taps of his calloused thumbs.

Y/N looked great, obviously. And maybe that’s why he was impatiently muttering to himself for her to pick up the phone. Harry didn’t know if he should complement the dress she wore or mention the fact that her lipstick was perfectly painted on her pouty lips, or how her hair was styled in a way that reminded him of date nights that ended in passionate lovemaking.

His chest ached suddenly, emotions overwhelming the fact that he missed his girl so much added with the boiling jealousy bubbling in his blood. The call went to voicemail and normally he would patiently wait a few minutes before calling again. However, Y/N’s profile rimmed a colorful hue, indicating that she just recently uploaded a story. 

He didn’t know what to make of her actions-- if she deliberately ignored him or she simply did not hear her ringtone alarming that he was calling. He called again. 

“Who’s that in your photo?” He growled, demanding for an answer instead of greeting his lover.

Y/N furrowed her brows at his sudden rough voice filling the speaker of her phone, “Hello to you, too”

“Who was that?” Harry repeated. He couldn’t help his fingers from fidgeting against a stray string of his knitted jumper. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“That was Kevin,” Y/N answered loudly, loud music blaring through her soft voice. “Did you like his suit? He said it was Gucci, but he wouldn’t let me see the tag,” She chuckled at the end, oblivious at the burning jealousy coursing through Harry.  

“Kevin, huh?” Harry mocked. “I’m sure it was Gucci and I guarantee that he wouldn’t mind taking it off to show you,”

He could hear you excusing yourself from the crowd. His phone speaker muted to a quieter atmosphere--he assumed you moved outside. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“God, Y/N. I haven’t seen you in so long and the first thing I see is with you and some other guy!”

“And whose fault is that?” She bit back, hoping to get some sense into his head before she hung up. 

Sighing in frustration, Harry changed to a decent attire, quickly grabbing the things he needed for a night out. Needless to say, the next morning was interesting for both of them. 

———

Headlines of Harry were plastered everywhere, mostly discussing his wild night out wherein pictures of women grinding against him were linked. He didn’t have an ounce of alcohol last night, but the hazy atmosphere of the club surely made his mind boggled. 

“Oh shit,” He muttered silently to himself, sitting up in his otherwise empty hotel bed. 

—-

Y/N understood that he was busy as of late, especially since he was in the middle of touring. Their video calls for the past couple weeks dwindled into a good morning or good night message and as much as she wanted to beg him for a few minutes to see his faced in a pixelated screen--she knew that he just didn’t have enough* time to do so. 

But apparently he had enough time to go out. She thought. She shook off the thought, knowing that jealousy and jumping into conclusion never ended in a quiet stupor. 

Instead, she examined the pictures closely as much as the blurry pixels let her. Seeing the emptiness in his eyes and the slouch of his shoulders caught her attention. His hands were to himself, seeming as though he did not care enough to push the women off of him but had no intentions to enjoy the movements against his body. And frankly, Y/N should be angry at him for doing something so stupid. But she also couldn’t ignore her instincts that all he needed was a reassurance that their love was still very much alive. 

She called him. 

“Y/N!” Harry agitatedly explains the events of last night, spewing out that he did not do anything that would taint his conscience or ruin the relationship they had. It put Y/N’s mind to ease knowing that her initial assumption was right—he just needed her to be there for him. 

“It’s okay, H. I understand,” She responded softly, playing at the end of *his shirt that she was wearing. 

“Y-you do?” His voice came out childlike and scared. She could imagine his lips pursing in a pout. 

“It’s alright, Har,” Y/N relaxed her tense muscles, “You wanna tell me what happened during our call?’ She giggled at his behaviour, to which he groaned in protest. 

“I’d rather not,” He shook his head, his dimple making a slight indent on his cheek.

“You were jealous weren’t you?” 

“Of course not. I was just wondering because if it was from Gucci, then Alessandro would’ve shown it to me by now,” He muttered quickly, lips pursing and pressing a lie to cover up his embarrassing actions. “And I kind of miss you,” He added quietly. 

“Right, of course,” Y/N let a few seconds pass before replying, “And I miss you too,”

“So, Kevin is …?” Harry let his thoughts trail off, brows pinching together as he waited for her answer.

She laughed at his prying tone, “Kevin is happily married and you are, too.”

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Wherever I Go - John B Routledge

word count: 8075 warnings: swearing, fighting summary: John B is fleeing the country without saying goodbye to the girl he’s been in love with his whole life.  this is a collection of their memories (I guess) + loosely based on this song kinda ish idk ___

[ i know i could lie, but i’m telling the truth // wherever i go, there’s a shadow of you ]

(y/n) always thought it was kind of unoriginal, and lamely expected, falling for John B.  Even the moment she’d realized that she was catching feelings for her childhood best friend, she’d wanted to face palm.  Because of course she did.  She had to fall for the same guy that every girl has a crush on at some point.

It was kind of funny to her sometimes.

Like when he did his stupid shit, whether it was trying to con CPS, or when he would find a vacant Kook house for the Pogues to party in until they got chased out by security.

(y/n) missed the days when they were running from a security guard that would stop chasing them when they got to their side of the island.  She missed when John B wasn’t a wanted suspect, she missed life before this whole stupid treasure hunt.

Had she known there was an equal chance of the gold ruining their lives as there was it being the best thing that ever happened to them, she would have convinced her friends to drop it.

Because so far, it wasn’t worth it.

[ i know i could try looking for something new // but wherever i go, i’ll be looking for you ]

“I don’t want to stay here forever”

(y/n) glanced over at John B, surprised to hear something so profound seeing as they’d been sitting on the sofa, watching a kids movie.

She knew that he meant it in the same way all the Pogues meant it when they said they wanted to get out.  He’d say it all his life, but in the end he’d settle down and stay in the Outer Banks, because in the end, it’s home.

But nonetheless, the words tugged at her heartstrings.

“Where do you want to go?” She asked, angling towards him to better give him her attention.

It was at that point that they gave up on the movie completely.

“Anywhere,” John B huffed, turning towards her as well.  “Maybe Florida.  Maybe north, I don’t really care”

(y/n) gave him a sad sort of smile, but she entertained the idea anyways.  It was important to have dreams, she thought, even if they were unattainable.

“I’d go to Florida with you” She said sweetly, making him grin back at her.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” She affirmed.  “We could like… I don’t know, open up a canoe shop or something.  Then we could still be on the water every day,”

John B’s smiling even wider now, enjoying her little made up plan.  He doesn’t say anything, hoping that she’ll say more nice things so he can pretend he lives anywhere but the OBX.

“We’d probably have to share a studio apartment or something,” She added, catching the way he was waiting for her to continue.  “I don’t think we’d be able to afford anything else.  Oh, what if it was just above the canoe shop?”

Her eyes lit up at the idea of having their own place above their own shop.  It could be completely theirs, and suddenly she too was falling in love with the idea of escaping.

“You’d live with me?” John B asked, and she giggled, gesturing around herself at the Chateau.

“I pretty much live with you now, dork,” She told him.  “I don’t think it’d be that much of an adjustment”

“Good point” John B chuckled.

It was quiet for a minute, the both of them daydreaming about their imagined place in Florida.  In their minds, it was perfect.  There was no DCS trying to put John B in the system, there were no Kooks, no Pogues, they could live there freely, and happily.

“We could walk everywhere,” John B added his own little fantasy.  “It’d be a small enough town.  I’d take you to the farmer’s market on the weekends, and then we could surf…”

(y/n) could feel her heart swelling up as a bittersweet feeling settled over her.  As lovely as this sounded, she knew deep down it would never happen.  Her and John B had grown up on this island, they would grow old on this island, and they would die on this island, it was just the Pogue way.

“I’d love that,” She tells him anyway.  “Maybe we could have a pet, or something.  Something weird”

“If you say something like a lizard-”

“Lizards are cool!” (y/n) laughs, and he laughs with her.

It’s a happy moment, her heart is full and her smile is genuine.  She’s reminded of all the reasons why she’s fallen for the boy in front of her, especially because of how his charisma makes his happiness contagious.

“That’s the plan then,” John B murmurs after their laughter dies down.

(y/n’s) eyebrows raise slightly, but she doesn’t shoot him down.  She would never.

“Florida” He finishes.

“Florida” She agrees in her own whisper. ___

[ some people lie, but they’re looking for magic // others get down on their knees and they pray ]

This treasure hunt had quickly gone from a fun summer adventure to a life altering and probably traumatic nightmare.  John B had pretty much prepared himself to lose his life looking for this gold, and somehow that was a reality that didn’t scare him.

The plan was simple, for an escape plan.  JJ and Kiara would steal his dad’s speedboat, Pope was discreetly getting supplies needed for a getaway, and (y/n) was back at the Chateau, packing up everything of value that John B had listed off to her.

Then at three o’clock, on the dot, they were supposed to meet at the docks.  No exceptions.  John B needed to get off the island as fast as possible, and they’d made it clear before splitting up that if anyone wasn’t there on time, he couldn’t wait around.  It was too risky to be out in the open with a speedboat and a wanted man.

That was why they’d all shared a quick group hug before breaking apart and running their errands.  Just in case.  But they’d all promised to be on time.

She promised.

“Dude, you have to go,” Pope said, shoving the bag of emergency supplies into John B’s hands.  “We can’t hang around here-”

“No we have to- we have to,” John B argued as panic settled over him.  “I can’t leave without saying goodbye-”

“I’ll tell her,” JJ cut in.  “We all will, and she knows, JB-”

“No she doesn’t- look- I’m not going without seeing her���

“You don’t have that choice!” Pope hissed.  “If you don’t get on that boat now, you’re going to get caught.  You have to go, we don’t have the time”

John B shook his head, too stubborn to listen to reason.

It was 3:10 now, and (y/n) still hadn’t arrived with his things from the Chateau.  And with every passing minute, John B only started to freak out worse.

“What if they arrested her?” He thought out loud.  “What if she’s hurt? Maybe I should go back-”

Before he could take a step JJ had stepped in front of him, both hands on his chest.

“Don’t even think about it- do you hear yourself man?” He asked.  “Get on the boat, you can’t afford to wait around for her-”

“I told you, I’m not leaving without saying goodbye-”

“Look, we get that you feel bad, I get it, but you can’t risk losing this chance dude-”

“We’ll tell her that you waited as long as you could!” Kiara shouted, annoyed that they were still standing around arguing about this.  “She’ll understand, John B, she knows just like the rest of us that we couldn’t do exactly this.  You need to get off this island, now”

As usual, Kiara was the voice of reason, and as his stubbornness faded, his heart started to break.

But he shakily nodded his head, and slung his backpack over his shoulder.

“Tell her- um- tell her I..” His voice trailed off as his throat swelled up and began to burn.

“I know,” Kiara nodded.  “I’ll tell her, I promise”

John B couldn’t say anything, just nodded his head as he stared down at the ground, trying not to cry.  He couldn’t believe he was about to leave without seeing her one more time.

And he’d probably never see her again. ___

[ i feel alive when i’m close to the madness // no easy love could ever make me feel the same ]

Parties were hit or miss with (y/n).  When it was just the Pogues, she always enjoyed them, no matter what they did.  But when they threw beach parties that the whole island was invited to, she was usually too anxious about the mix of Kooks and Pogues to fully enjoy herself.

But she always went, she wouldn’t miss the chance to hang out with her friends, or have free beer.

Currently she was sitting in the sand, her shoes had long been missing, and a half empty cup of cheap beer in her hand.  She tended not to drink too much at these things, always worried that something terrible would happen, and someone had to be sober enough to handle those situations.

She’d been chilling by herself for quite some time, eyes roaming the swarms of people, pretty much expecting the worse.  It wasn’t a great mindset, or a healthy one for that matter, but she couldn’t help it.

Besides, there was plenty of drama that she could watch that most people missed.

Like the Touron couple that was about to break up because the boyfriend had been grinding on some random Kook girl.  That was pretty entertaining.

Or Rafe Cameron, who was trying way too hard to look like he wasn’t high out of his mind.  There was still a little bit of coke visible under his nose, that even (y/n) could see from ten feet away.  She made a mental note to keep a close eye on him.

“What are you doing down there?”

Despite her watchful eye, she hadn’t noticed John B walking right up to her, and now standing before her, looking down at her with an amused half-grin.

“Keeping an eye on things, like usual,” She shrugged, and then nodded to where Rafe Cameron was hitting on an entire group of Touron girls at once,  “Rafe looks kind of-”

“Come dance with me” He cut her off, and her eyes darted back up to his.

“What?”

“Come dance with me,” He repeated, sticking his hand down towards her now.  “You gotta loosen up a bit, and I haven’t seen you all night”

“I don’t know, I kinda think that he’s gonna pull something,” (y/n) explained.  “And when he does I want him out of here immediately-”

“Then I’ll help you keep an eye on him while we’re out there,” John B reasoned with her.  “But you can’t just sit here by yourself all night, so come on”

He tapped his fingers to the palm of his hand, beckoning her silently to give in.

“Fine,” She sighed, and placed her hand in his, letting him pull her up off the ground.  “But as soon as he-”

“I got it, I got it, we kick him out when he goes full asshole,” He said.  “Now just relax for a little bit, won’t you?”

(y/n) rolled her eyes, and despite something telling her deep down that her attention should be on the reckless, known-to-ruin-the-night Rafe, she allowed herself to be distracted by John B.

It was just so easy.

He twirled her around under his arm, trying to get her to let the tension in her shoulders go, but it took quite some prompting to really get her to dance with him.  He pretty much had to grab her by the hips and move them to the beat for her in order to get her moving.

But by the time a new song started to play, she started getting into it, and soon any worries about Rafe or Tourons were far from her mind, and all she cared about was dancing with John B.

He laughed and cheered with her, eagerly twirling the girl around under his arm over and over just so that she’d keep on giggling.

It was cheesy, but it was so, so worth it.

“Okay John B quit it, you’re gonna make me sick” She finally grabbed at his wrist so he would stop.  The dizziness lingered, and she swayed slightly while trying to get it to settle.

John B was still chuckling as he reached his free hang out towards her shoulder, holding onto her with a strong enough grip so she would stand still.

It only lasted a second longer before she was grinning up at him, letting him know she was fine.

“Drinks?” She asked, and he agreed instantly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they walked towards the keg.

JJ and Kiara were currently in charge of the beer, which was good news because if it weren’t for Kiara, JJ would be pouring drinks for anyone no matter how intoxicated they already were.

“Look at you two,” Kiara giggled before hiccuping, and then giggling some more.  

Her finger pointed at (y/n) and John B, waving unsteadily.

“All cute and shit.  Jay- look how f’ckin’ cute they are”

Alright, so maybe tonight Kiara had more to drink than usual and her judgment was a bit off, but it was funny nonetheless.

“Is there any beer left in that keg or did you two hog it all?” John B asked, trying to ignore Kie’s comment.

Kiara and JJ shared a look, before snorting and bursting into more giggles.  That wasn’t a great answer.  But neither (y/n) or John B cared much, they just happily accepted their beer.

“Where have you been, anyways?” JJ asked, throwing back his own drink and immediately pouring himself another.  “We haven’t seen you guys all night… you’re not macking are you?”

John B’s face went pink at the accusation, even though there was no truth to it.  But (y/n) burst out into giggles.  Nervous giggles, but no one else knew that.  John B thought that she just found the idea so preposterous that it was funny to her.  It made him blush harder, but no one seemed to notice.

He supposed that was the positive effects of alcohol.

“No!” (y/n) screeched between her giggles.  “We were just dancing” She told their friends.

“Awww” Kiara cooed, folding her hands together and placing them against her cheek.

JJ rolled his eyes and shook his head, but didn’t say anything about it.

“Usually you’re inside going to bed,” JJ said, glancing at (y/n) with his eyebrows raised in surprise.  “You up for the night tonight?”

“I am not,” (y/n) argued back.  “I just like to sit back and people-watch, that’s all”

“Well, still, you’re out here drinking with us instead.  Not so much of a goodie goodie now are ya?” JJ smirked.

He was only teasing, the Pogues knew that (y/n) wasn’t uptight like that, she just worried about her friends.  She’d proven time and time again that she could handle herself if necessary.  

In the tenth grade Topper Thornton had a broken nose to prove it… he also had a limp for a few days because of how hard the girl had swung her boot between his legs.  But that’s what he got for saying the nasty things he did about her and her friends.

And she’d do it again if she had to.

So she knew that JJ was just messing around, he’d never say anything to genuinely upset her anyways.  But she noticed the way John B glared at the blonde.

“I’m just messing, calm down” JJ laughed it off, also seeing the look on John B’s face.

“Hey, speaking of sitting around, where’s Pope?” (y/n) asked, quickly changing the subject out of discomfort.

“I think he’s still flirting with a Touron,” Kiara said, wiggling her eyebrows.  “He’s been chatting up the same girl all night, I think he might have finally found someone who’s interested in the shit he talks about”

She pointed off to where Pope and a pretty girl with brightly dyed hair were sitting in the sand.  Whoever she was, she was definitely interested in him, and (y/n) couldn’t help but think Pope struck gold.

“Wow, look at how into him she is,” She said with a click of her tongue.  “Good for Pope”

“I know right, it’s about time” Kiara muttered in agreement, grinning at the sight.

“What do you mean?” John B asked, taking a sip of his beer and leaning down slightly as he spoke to (y/n).  He was looking at the same scene, but he just couldn’t see what she was talking about.

“What do you mean what do I mean?” (y/n) retorted, and John B had to stop and think through her slight tongue twister.  She giggled, looking up at him and enjoying his ‘thinking’ face.

“I meant what are you talking about?” He asked, semi quietly.

(y/n’s) brow furrowed a bit at his dropped volume.  Pope was pretty far away, there was no way he could have heard his friends talking about him, but she didn’t understand why John B was still whispering.  Did he not want JJ and Kiara to hear? Why didn’t it matter?

She took a large swig of her beer after realizing she’d been overthinking far too much, and then turned back to John B.

“I mean, look at her,” She said, nodding off to the girl with pink hair.  “Look at how close she’s leaning to him,”

John B nodded, checking that off in his head.  Leaning.

“And she’s making eye contact, and smiling, and talking enthusiastically,” (y/n) continued her list.  “I mean, Pope’s a pretty oblivious guy so he probably doesn’t see it, but she definitely wants him to kiss her”

“You can tell all that from all the way over here?” He asked, amused.

(y/n) shrugged, looking up at him again.

“What can I say? I’ve got a natural talent for reading people,” She said proudly, and then finished her beer.  “Hey, Jay, be a doll and pour me another?”

She handed her cup back to the blonde before turning to John B again when he tapped on her arm.

“Do someone else,” He says, but she clearly doesn’t get what he’s trying to say.  “Your reading thing, do it on someone else”

“Alright,” (y/n) shrugged, eyes roaming over the crowd around them.  “Who?”

She wanted to show him the Touron couple that were still arguing and on the verge of breaking up, and tell him about what she saw earlier, but he already had someone in mind.

“Her” He said, pointing to a blonde girl down by the water.  She was wearing a pretty floral dress, and was wading around barefoot where the water barely reached the shore.  Her boyfriend was standing further away from the water, obviously yelling at her to get out of it, even though he couldn’t be heard from where (y/n) was standing.

“Sarah Cameron?” She asked him, and he nodded his head.  “I mean, I don’t know what she’d thinking going out with Topper-”

“That’s not the same thing, you’ve gotta read her from afar, forget about what you already know about her” John B instructed.

(y/n) huffed, but nodded in agreement, and focused on the pair that were some thirty feet away.

“She’s pretty free spirited…” She finally told him, it was something she’d never noticed before.  “And seems pretty happy, genuinely happy.  For a Kook,”

John B chuckled as she added in that last part hastily.

“But I don’t think her and Topper will last long, really,” (y/n) continued.  “I mean, he keeps trying to hold her back, look at him,”

(y/n’s) eyes wandered to John B, only to realize he wasn’t watching Sarah and Topper’s interaction with her, instead he’d been staring at her the whole time, mesmerized by the way she could read body language like it were in a book.

(y/n’s) cheeks tinted pink, but she ignored it, pointing off to Sarah and Topper to redirect John B’s attention.

“See how he’s just pouting like that? He does it a lot.  He gets frustrated with her very easily.  Pretty much whenever they’re not doing what he wants to do”

With that, (y/n) took her refilled cup from JJ, and took a swig.

John B had a wide grin on his face as he nodded at her with respect.

“That’s pretty cool.  I didn’t know you were so good at that” He said.

“I’m full of surprises” (y/n) giggled back, hiccuping a bit.

She drank more beer in hopes of getting rid of the hiccup.  It didn’t work.

“Me too,” John B, suddenly taking hold of her hand.  He was right, that did surprise her.  Usually she was the one to initiate physical affection, not him.  “Come on, let’s dance some more”

Shrugging, she followed him as he began to walk backwards, away from the keg.

They both drank some more, so that when they danced with their cups it wouldn’t spill over.  Now they were properly tipsy, borderlining on drunk.  That perfect in-between that would last the next fifteen minutes or so before they got truly drunk.

But for now, as they danced wildly and without rhythm, it was perfect.

At one point, John B ditched his beer completely, dropping the cup to the sand, so that he could wrap both arms around (y/n’s) waist.  She was just about to reach her hands up to his shoulders, thinking they were still dancing, when he abruptly lifted her up off the sand.

The squeal she let out caught the attention of a few surrounding party goers, but no one paid them any mind.

John B proceeded to spin her around a few times before he set her back down.  She was giggling again, just like when they were dancing before, soft and calculated, like she was trying not to laugh too much.

He laughed with her as she regained her balance and hooked one of her arms around his neck, continuing to dance without a care in the world.

She still had her beer in her other hand, not much of it was left, but there was enough for her to take a swig and then let John B throw back the rest.  Her now free hand landed on his chest haphazardly.  The button down he wore wasn’t buttoned anymore, so her palm rested on his warm chest while her fingers dug into the soft fabric.

There was no denying that the feeling of her skin against his made him heat up more.

After he drank the remnants of her beer, John B tossed her cup to the ground next to where his had landed earlier.

“We gotta remember -hic- to pick those up later,” (y/n) told him, her eyes hooded slightly as she tried to keep eye contact.  “Or Kie will kill us” She finished, and then hiccuped again.

John B laughed at the hiccuping, but nodded his head.

“Okay, I’ll remember”

“No you won’t” (y/n) said knowingly.

“I’ll try to remember” John B replied, but the slight slur in his voice as he tried to properly pronounce ‘remember’ said otherwise.

“You’re not gonna remember” (y/n) argued again, and this time he nodded his head.

“Yeah, I’m not gonna remember.  You should remember for me”

They were both laughing again, just because it was a stupid conversation but it was the funniest thing in the world to them, at the moment anyways.

But then suddenly everything changed.

She looked up at him and her laughter died.

He was the only thing she could see.  The party was in the background, their friends, the Touron couple fighting just a few feet away, the music that had previously been blasting in her ears, it all faded away.  She was intently focused on the slope of John B’s nose.  Followed by the way his eyes kind of turned green in the dim lighting.  Then the curve of his jaw.  And the few freckles scattered over his cheeks and down his neck.  And lastly the fullness of his lips.

His lips had never looked that kissable before.  Sure, she’s always wanted to kiss them, but right now it dawned on her that she absolutely could if she wanted to.  They were right there, it would be easy to reach up and plant her lips on his.  Even if it was just for a second.

John B must have picked up on her change in demeanor, because his arms around her waist tighten in the slightest, drawing her in closer.  The action made her heart skip a beat, because she knew.  She knew he knew.  They were thinking the same thing, consequences be damned, it just had to be done this once, the mood was just right.

Subconsciously, (y/n) licked her lips, cursing at herself for drinking so much beer that she could still taste it on herself, but the thought was fleeting as her eyes met John B’s for the shortest of seconds, just to make sure that they were thinking the same thing, before they lowered back down to his lips.

When she stood on the tips of her toes, they were almost eye level, which was close enough.  And when she stood on the tips of her toes, John B pulled her in until her chest hit his.

And finally, she let her eyes fall shut, leaning in to let nature take it’s course.  Or maybe it was fate- it certainly felt like fate was guiding her right now.

But just as she could feel his nose prod against hers, a loud shout broke the pair from their hypnotized state.

“I’m sick and tired of you dirty Pogues thinking you own this island!”

Suddenly, the party was back in the picture, and it wasn’t just the two of them on the beach.

(y/n) pulled away from John B with more force than she meant to, but Rafe Cameron yelling something like that was not a good sign, and she was certain that he was picking a fight with someone.

Of course, as her eyes finally found him, that ‘someone’ was JJ.  Of course.

“Oh, shit”

John B came back down to earth and was moving before he could think.  (y/n) followed right after him, hoping to get to the arguing pair before it could escalate.  Topper was walking up to defend Rafe if needed, and if any other Kooks closed in, then this party was going downhill fast.

Before either of them could get to him, JJ took the first swing, knocking Rafe on his ass right away with the blow.  And despite the slight pride that John B and (y/n) felt, they knew that it wouldn’t be good if the fight continued.

So John B got in front of JJ, putting his hands on his shoulders, while (y/n) wrapped her hands around his arm.

She’d learned some time ago that touching him gently, carefully, was a quick way to calming JJ down.  He had a bad temper, but if he was reminded of the consequences of his actions- like getting arrested again and being away from his friends, which were his safe haven- then he could calm down faster and it made it easier for him to walk away.

“Maybank, you hitting that?” Topper asked, nodding to where (y/n) was still at his side, trying to whisper nice things to calm him down.

Apparently she’d been soothing the wrong person.  Because as soon as Topper spoke, John B was abandoning JJ, and whirling around to punch the Kook across the jaw.

“John!” You shrieked in a mixture of fear and shock.

John B didn’t start fights, ever.  He’s ended them before, and gotten his ass handed to him before, but he never threw the first punch, no matter what.  Normally it was JJ, and sometimes it was a stupid Kook.  But him decking Topper just now, that was the first time (y/n’s) ever seen him swing without hesitation.

JJ whooped beside her, and she stopped her comforting caress to smack his bicep in nonverbal scolding.

Next thing she knew, Topper swung back, and he and John B were full on brawling.  Rafe had even stepped back, cheering Topper on as he landed a couple punches in a row.

And then there was Sarah Cameron, who must have just shown up, because she was screaming at her boyfriend with the entirety of her lungs.

“Get off him! Topper! Cut it out!”

She continued to scream until she realized that Topper wasn’t going to listen no matter what she said.

He hit John B again, sending him to his knees.  (y/n) gasped, her hands flying over her mouth as she flinched at the pain he must be in.  It was a tough punch, to get knocked down like that.

John B didn’t stay down though, just as Topper was winding back to deck him again, John B was lunging forward, tackling him to the ground.

(y/n) had forgotten that she was supposed to be keeping JJ grounded, because suddenly he was in the picture, sending a kick into Topper’s side as John B kept him down.

“JJ!” She called, her eyes darting between John B and JJ, not knowing who to yell at currently.  “John B!”

Frustration grew inside of her as a pit in her stomach.  It mixed in with the fear of her boys getting themselves hurt, again, and she felt like she might throw up right then and there.

Rafe came back into the picture then, as if on cue, grabbing JJ by the shoulders and prying him away from Topper and John B, sparking a completely different fight.

Without JJ helping John B to keep Topper down, the Kook was shooting forward, pinning John B to his back, completely knocking the wind out of him.  Enough so that when Topper threw his fist against his face again, it completely disoriented him.

It was when Topper started dragging John B towards the water that (y/n) snapped and finally stepped in, consequences of getting hurt be damned, whatever Topper was about to do wasn’t good.

“Topper! Let go of him!” She cried out, and then screamed in terror as she watched him force John B’s head under the water.

There wasn’t a moment of hesitation before she threw herself onto Topper’s back, trying to throw off his balance and force him away from John B.  Her body weight wasn’t enough to bring him down though, and he pulled John B back up just to push him under again.

“Let him go! Let him go you dick!” (y/n) continued to scream in his ear, throwing her fists anywhere she could before Topper got annoyed of her.

“Get the fuck off me, bitch” He growled, and with ease was able to maneuver her into falling off him, her body crashing into the shallow water.

“You’ll kill him!” (y/n) cried out, kicking at his legs as she tried to get back up.  “You’re going to kill him!” Her words fell on deaf ears, and now her fear had morphed into something far worse than worrying John B will get a black eye.

“JJ! Pope!” She screamed out, hoping one of the boys would be able to stop Topper from drowning John B.  “Topper get the fuck off of him!”

The next part is always a little fuzzy in her memory, either because there was plenty of alcohol in her system, or because it was just too much for her brain to process at the time it happened, but suddenly JJ was there.

He had a gun in his hand, a gun that (y/n) thought he had hidden in the Chateau after he found it, but apparently he’d kept it on him.

That gun was pressed against the back of Topper’s head, and the click of JJ turning off the safety rang in everyone’s ears.  Topper let go of John B.

(y/n) wouldn’t admit it, but in that moment, all she could think was thank fucking god.

Ignoring whatever JJ was saying to threaten Topper, she scrambled past them, reaching for John B and holding him up out of the water.  It was then that she realized she was crying- sobbing, really- because her vision was blurry and watery while she tried to assess the damage.

“Oh- oh my god, John B,” She mumbled, her lip trembling with her words.  Even her hands were shaking as they reached for his face, and then patted from his shoulders to his chest.  “Oh my god, oh my fucking god”

She continued to repeat herself while John B coughed up water, unable to say anything even if he could breathe.  His head was spinning and everything was fuzzy.  But he could feel (y/n) grabbing at him and touching him everywhere she could.

And then three gunshots rang out, and the pair jolted, both heads turning to the sound, assuming the worst.

“Everyone get off our side of the island, now!” JJ howled.

John B sighed in relief, while Pope and Kiara yelled at JJ.  He was just glad someone didn’t get shot.

His head fell forward, hitting (y/n’s) shoulder as he heaved.

Her hands smoothed up his arms, squeezing gently, prompting him to get up.

It took quiet an effort to get him to his feet, but by then Pope was at his side, helping (y/n) get him to walk.

“What the fuck happened?” Pope asked, looking over at the girl for answers.

“Rafe- and then Topper- and John B hit him-” She was still crying, and most of what she was trying to explain was incoherent, but Pope did his best to listen.  “He was drowning him-” She whimpered, taking in short gasps of air after every word.  “He was- he was gonna- k-kill him”

“He’ll be fine, he’ll be just fine,” Pope said, realizing that now wasn’t the best time to get details.  “He just needs rest”

(y/n) nodded her head shakily, pulling John B’s arm tighter around her shoulder, her other hand pressed against his stomach, hoping that he knew she was right there for him.

They got him inside and on the sofa, where he groaned as soon as he landed on the cushions.  He’d stopped coughing, and although his breathing was a bit ragged, it had at least evened out.  Pope continued to assure (y/n) that he would be fine, because it didn’t seem to click for her yet.

[ i know i could lie, but i won’t lie to you // wherever i go, you’re the ghost in the room ]

Kiara ushered JJ towards the guest room, leaving Pope and (y/n) to tend to John B.

While Pope went to the kitchen to find something frozen, (y/n) dropped to her knees on the floor, grabbing hold of John B’s hand and holding it close to her chest.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” She murmured before pressing her lips to the back of his hand.

John B’s eyes were closed, and he didn’t bother to open them.

“When we move to Florida,” He mumbled quietly, “I’m gonna get a tattoo”

(y/n) paused for a moment, thrown off by the comment, but a second later a slight smile tugged on her lips.

“A tattoo of what?” She murmured.

Pope came back to the room with a bag of frozen vegetables.  Wordlessly, (y/n) took it from him and gently laid it against John B’s bruising eye.  It was red and swollen now, but by morning it was definitely going to be a dark purple.

He hissed, from the cold or pain she wasn’t sure, but she whispered softly to soothe him anyways.

“I know, it’s just for a little bit”

“Maybe a surfboard, on my ankle or somethin’,” John B finally answered her tattoo question, his jaw clenched and his teeth grinding, but he spoke through the pain anyways.  “Or when we get the treasure, for every gold bar we find, I’ll tattoo it somewhere”

(y/n) forced out a light laugh, smiling at him again.

He finally opened his eyes, pleasantly surprised to see her smile, but not so delighted to see the flow of tears falling from her eyes, and the streaks already stained on her cheeks.

“You look rough honey” He muttered, lazily bringing up a hand to graze the back of his fingers over the tears.

(y/n) scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“That’s real hot coming from you” She retorted, glancing over the bruises on his body, and the split in his lip.

Pope chuckled from where he’d sat himself on the chair in the living room.  He hadn’t wanted to disturb the peace that (y/n) had worked so hard to create in the atmosphere, but he was also genuinely amused by how the pair got along when no one else was around.  It was much more… intimate.

“I can’t look that bad,” John B mumbled, tiredness evident in his voice.  “I walked to the house, didn’t I?”

“You only got here cause Pope and I practically carried you, you baby” (y/n) reminded him.  The laugh she let out was watery, but she was finally calming down enough that her tears stopped.

“Thanks for carrying me” He mumbled, his eyes falling shut again.

(y/n) just hummed in response, sitting down more comfortably.

Her free hand, the one that wasn’t holding onto his, rested against his head.  Her fingers twirled around the long strands of hair, curling the brown locks before letting them go, and repeating the action.  His head rolled to the side, eyes still closed as he was slowly falling asleep, but leaning more into her touch.

After a few minutes of silence, Pope got up from his seat, announcing that he was heading to bed, and if anything changed with his pain, to get him.  (y/n) nodded, and thanked him quietly as he bent over to kiss the top of her head before he left the room.

Almost as soon as he was gone, John B was talking again.

“Come up here and lay with me”

“John B, you’re taking up the entire sofa,” (y/n) whispered back, laughing softly.  “But I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep-”

“No,” He whined, and tugged limply on her hand.  “Come lay with me and stay the whole night”

She huffed out a sigh, and his eyes opened to meet hers.

“Please?” He added hopefully.

She was silent as she gave in, standing up and crawling into the small space on the couch.  John B moved as best as he could to lay on his side, his back against the cushions so that (y/n) could have just enough space to lay on her side before him.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her tight so that she wouldn’t roll off in the middle of the night.

She sighed again as she rested her head against his chest, being careful to stay away from the bruises that were slowly starting to darken, but this time the soft exhale was one of content, and relief.

“It doesn’t hurt?” She murmured.

John B took the frozen vegetables off his eye, and dropped the bag somewhere on the ground carelessly.

“It’s not that bad,” He lied.  “Really”

She didn’t know if she should believe him, because she knew he would lie just to ease her worries.  But she decided to just nuzzle further into him, her own arm sliding around his hips, her hand splaying out flat against his back.

“I thought he was gonna fuckin’ kill you” She admitted, her voice barely a whisper, but he still heard her.

“It’s Topper, he just wanted to prove a point, (y/n/n),” John B said, even though there had been a moment where he’d thought the same thing.  “You probably scared him, though.  He probably thought you were gonna break his dick again”

The girl let out a small laugh.  It was momentary, but it was worth it, and John B relaxed a bit against her.

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” She mumbled, starting to fall asleep in his arms.  “I don’t like seeing you hurt.  It was stupid of you to hit him, not that he didn’t deserve it,”

She was on a bit of a confession spree, the remaining alcohol in her system mixing in with the adrenaline of the fight and her exhaustion.  But John B didn’t mind, he’d stay up to listen to her talk all night.

“Someday we’ll get out of here, and never have to see him again”

That was the last thing she’d said before falling asleep, and it warmed John B’s heart.  It was relieving to hear that she thought about their dream of getting off the island too, and not just to entertain him.

He told her goodnight and kissed her forehead before allowing himself to go to sleep too.

[ i know i could try looking for something new // but wherever i go, i’ll be looking for you ]

Kiara had told (y/n) a few weeks after that incident that her and the Pogues had found John B and (y/n) completely intertwined the next morning.

Apparently JJ had been the first to get up that morning, bright and early, the aches and pains that he had as consequences to fighting the night before made sure that he wasn’t able to comfortably sleep through the night.  

And apparently when he’d headed for the kitchen to make breakfast, he’d come across the pair on the sofa, and just about laughed so hard he risked waking them up.

He did, however, wake Kiara and Pope.

The boys laughed into their hands while whacking each other in the sides, calling John B a simp among other teasing names.

But Kiara just smiled, silently getting a blanket from John B’s bedroom and covering the two.  

(y/n) was completely wrapped up in John B’s arms, her head buried in the crook of his neck and both of her legs tangled with one of his.  While John B was peacefully snoring, head resting against hers.

It was kind of a miracle that his snoring alone didn’t wake up (y/n).  It wasn’t that loud, but it definitely wasn’t soft, and it was right next to her ear.  Kiara thought it was adorable that the two slept so perfectly in each other’s arms.

When she’d told (y/n) about it, the girl blushed and had a hard time keeping eye contact.  She was adamant about staring down at her shoes and insisting that there was nothing between them.

But deep down, she got butterflies just thinking about cuddling up with John B again.

It was a good memory, despite the fight and Topper being a psychopath, when (y/n) looked back on it, it made her feel soft inside.

[ you think it’s a lie when i’m telling the truth // wherever i go i’ll be looking for you ]

“John B! Wait!”

The shriek was desperate.  It was tearful and fearful, full of pure terror and worry.  It was also hopeful, and it was relieved, but it was mostly desperate.

As (y/n) came up to the dock on JJ’s dirtbike, driving terribly as her balance was shit and she didn’t technically have a license so her ability was already in the toilet, the whole gang swiveled in surprise, not having expected to see her.

John B especially, he had been trying to prepare himself for the fact that he might never see her again, but here she was, nearly crashing the bike as she came to a stop, and throwing JJ’s helmet to the ground.

“Hey!” JJ shouted, quickly grabbing the gear and dusting off the dirt.

(y/n) practically scrambled to get off the bike, careless letting it fall to the ground as she swung her leg over it, and then sprinted towards  her outlaw of a best friend.

“You were just gonna leave without saying goodbye?” She spoke breathlessly, her arms already extended for him before she actually reached him.

But John B was quicker than her, lunging forward and literally scooping her up in his arms, hugging her tightly.  (y/n’s) feet couldn’t touch the ground, but she didn’t care, she reciprocated the tight embrace, beyond thankful that she got to him in time.

“I didn’t want to leave without seeing you,” He mumbled, burying his face in her hair  as he set her back down on the ground.  (y/n) could tell he was crying.  “I thought you weren’t going to make it in time, I thought-”

“John B,”

(y/n) pulled him away, her hands cupping his face as she smiled at him, her grin stretching ear to ear, and tears shined in her own eyes as well.  He smiled back at her, letting out a sigh of relief.  Bittersweet relief, as he would still have to leave her in a minute, but at least he got to look at her one last time.  Maybe he could  memorize her face, so that when he got lonely on the other side of the border he could think of her, and imagine she was there with him.

(y/n) didn’t say anything, just pulled him down to be level with her, and then pressed her lips against his.

It was a fast kiss, harsh and desperate, just like her arrival, but it was everything either of them needed.

His hands had a tight grip on her waist before trailing lower, pulling her roughly into his chest.  If this was the last time he saw her, and this was the only chance he’d get at kissing her, he was gonna have to make it worth it.

Pope and Kiara quickly averted their gaze, and JJ let out a low whistle in amusement.

Finally, they parted, only because they needed air, and because John B knew his time for getting away was running out.

(y/n’s) forehead was glued to his, her hands still splayed over his face, nose still pushed up against his, it was like she couldn’t bear to ever be apart from him again.  

And she couldn’t.

“You’re not leaving without me” She murmured.

John B sharply pulled away then, his brows furrowed as his eyes flickered over her features, assessing her expression to make sure she was serious.

When she shrugged the backpack of her shoulders to show him that it was very full, definitely with more than the things he’d asked her to get from the Chateau, his eyes blew wide.

“Really?” He asked, full of hope and excitement, but then the reality of her choice hit him.  “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure” (y/n) nodded affirmatively.

“I’ll be on the run- probably for the rest of my life, I could get picked up and arrested at any moment-”

“We’ll be on the run together then,” (y/n) told him, voice unwavering.  He could tell that she was being as genuine as she could be.  “I love you.  And I  don’t ever want to be apart again” She stated.

John B’s smile returned, and he nodded his head back at her.

(y/n) hugged the Pogues as quickly as she could, crying out her last goodbyes, and as the sound of sirens grew nearer, her and John B hastily made their way onto the speedboat.

It was difficult saying goodbye, but they had a good feeling this wasn’t the end.  Their story had only just started, and they’d only hit the tip of the greatest adventure of their lives.

As John B expertly sped off into the storm, he pulled (y/n) into his side, kissing her cheek affectionately.

“I know the plan was Florida,” He told her, “But how do you feel about the Bahamas?”

She grinned back at him.

“I’ll follow you wherever you go”

[ wherever i go, i’ll be looking for you ] ___

idk what this was, just wanted to write it so i did

xoxo ~ jordie

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→ summary:

“This is probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yoongi hisses, but it’s kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when he’s wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says ‘Huggie Wuggie Machine!’ in bubble font. 

“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious. 

“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.

{or alternatively: Seokjin is a terrible wingman. He also runs a profitable business by sending “hugs” to people’s crushes for a fee. Mix them together and you have a recipe for Min Yoongi’s worst nightmare.}

→ genre: college!au, hugging booth!au, fluff, humor → warnings: yoongi is so smitten that he’s a walking disaster, so much shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to *o*e him, seokjin just tryna get his homie some y/n love coochie bro ;o; → words: anticipated 10-12K  → a/n: who the fuck am i... why am i writing so much??? let’s all thank miss kwaranteen for that, my friends. but what’s with the fluff, you ask? thank miss @jincherie​ for that because her weak heart can’t handle angst so i have to use my limited fluff muscles to write this for her... anyway idk when this is coming out but its probs soon,, enjoy this lil snippet i guess LMAO 

“Yoongi, it’s time for me to head to work. You want to come with me today?” Seokjin asks, though he knows what answer he’s going to get. You see, Seokjin’s new booming business is another one of his fantastic ideas, but it is a little... inventive. Sure, Yoongi had scoffed when he had originally suggested the idea, but Seokjin knew that it was going to be a money-maker. Sure, it had taken a few years for the business to really take off, but once it finally did…

Enter Kim Seokjin’s Hug-o-gram Service! Students from his university are able to send anonymous payments directly to him, with little notes attached for their crushes. Each love letter delivery comes with a hug from Seokjin himself, delivered straight to the person without them ever knowing who the hug came from. It was ingenious! It was lucrative! But most of all…

It allowed Seokjin to cause drama and have an excuse for it! Nothing could have been more perfect for a man like him.

“No thanks,” Yoongi snorts, rolling over to face him. He watches from the floor as Seokjin changes into a butter-less shirt, which also happens to have his own face printed on the front and back. His trusty cardboard sign that reads “I’m Gonna Glomp Ya!” also joins his attire for the afternoon, a long piece of string tied to its edges so that he can wear it around his neck. Throwing on a pair of white sneakers with the tags still attached, Seokjin is ready to tackle today’s list of would-be hug-ees.

“How do I look?” Seokjin asks, combing his hair with his fingers. It leaves an oily sheen, which he somehow makes it work.

“Ugly,” Yoongi says, like a liar.

“It’s okay, I understand. I can speak tsundere, so you don’t need to explain,” Seokjin snickers, nearly getting hit with a TV remote by Yoongi. He opens his phone again, swiping to his e-mail to see his list of hug deliveries for the day.

Seokjin gets around 10 requests a day, with around half of them coming from regular clients. He’s especially fond of this boy who has been sending hugs to his TA named Namjoon for almost a month now. He has no idea why this kid has so much disposable income, though seeing the blush on Namjoon’s face everyday makes Seokjin think that he would spend every last penny for him too. Namjoon had begged Seokjin for his secret admirer’s identity, but snitchin’ isn’t a part of his service, unfortunately.

As much as Seokjin wants to know who is crushing on who, his little business wouldn’t work as well as it did if anonymity wasn’t included in his package deal. It allows people to thirst in public without facing the repercussions, like getting a knee to the groin or a slap to the face. Not that Seokjin has ever been at the receiving end of that; everyone loves him! Like, have you seen him? He must have saved a civilization in the past with how devastatingly beautiful his forehead is.

“Why am I suddenly filled with the relentless urge to deck you right now?” Yoongi says, getting up to change into clean clothes as well. His black t-shirt unfortunately does not have Seokjin’s face on it, but that can quickly be amended if the elder of the two decides to follow his every intrusive whim.

Seokjin laughs, completely unaware of the murderous capabilities of his friend. Due to his smaller body size, his percentage of evil is unusually concentrated. “Maybe it’s because you know that I’m into pain pla–” but Seokjin’s retort suddenly grinds to a halt. He chokes mid-sentence, coughing wildly as he pounds his chest with a balled-up fist. When Yoongi looks up at him, he finds his hyung staring slack-jawed at his phone, seemingly flabbergasted by what he finds on his screen.

“What’s the matter? Accidentally sent a dick pic to your prof again?” Yoongi snorts.

“That was one time! And no, it’s…” Seokjin trails off, uncharacteristically hesitant. He shifts his gaze from his phone to Yoongi, a drop of sweat quickly forming on the back of his neck. Yoongi raises a brow, silently urging him to continue.

Instead of replying, Seokjin hands him his phone. Yoongi finds a copy of one of Seokjin’s newest hug requests, only having just received it five minutes ago. As he scrolls down, he finds that this secret admirer is a new client, but that isn’t what made Seokjin stop in his tracks. Instead, it’s the recipient of the hug that catches his attention–

“Y/N has a secret admirer?” Yoongi says, voice cracking at the end. He clears his throat, trying his best to school his face into something less… jealous. He swivels away from Seokjin, forcing himself to breathe slowly through his nose. He convinces himself that he is the very epitome of calmness.

“You okay there, Yoongi? You look like you’re about to vomit,” Seokjin says, immediately breaking his inner peace. Yoongi groans loudly, shucking the phone over his shoulder, uncaring of where it lands. Seokjin, with his superhuman and God-given reflexes… doesn’t catch it. But he did dive to the floor like a seasoned Olympian, and his ass cushioned his phone so he supposes that’s a win.

Back to the matter at hand––

“I am fine,” Yoongi says, as he continues to not be fine.

From the floor, Seokjin shoots him a disbelieving look. He lies down more comfortably, propping his head on his elbow. Screw his hug-o-gram appointments for now; nothing brings him more joy than seeing Yoongi absolutely losing it. “Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I marched up to Y/N right now and give her the warmest, coziest, most tender hug of her fucking life?”

“Y… Yes,” Yoongi squeaks, neck glowing a furious red. He has his fists clenched (adorably) by his sides, head bowed as he faces the wall of their apartment. Seokjin’s brain makes the unhelpful comparison of Yoongi with that cat meme who says “no talk me angy” in Impact font.

Seokjin grins, his wickedness from within coiling and yearning to burst from his seams. This is it! Maybe if he pushes a little more, then maybe Yoongi will stop pining like a pathetic loser! Also, it didn’t hurt that he got to push Yoongi’s buttons while he’s at it, but hey! Not all heroes go to heaven or whatever.

He grabs his phone from his ass, scrolling back to the e-mail. “So… You wouldn’t mind if I walk up to Y/N right now and tell her ‘Hey! I’ve had an embarrassingly long crush on you and when I heard about this hugging service… I couldn’t miss the chance to shoot my shot! If you’re single and ready to #mingle, then please meet me at the Corner Cafe at 2 PM tomorrow.’” Seokjin sing-songs, snickering loudly when he sees the absolute pain etched onto Yoongi’s face.

There is a pause, and Seokjin waits as Yoongi uses his tiny kitty brain to think of what to do. He can only imagine what’s going inside his head, but he has a guess. Yoongi could either: 1) finally admit his feelings for you and come clean before Seokjin has to deliver your hug, or 2) do something stupid and counterproductive.

It comes as no surprise when Yoongi goes with option number––

[rvmmm21]

. scent .

summary : sheltered omega wendy doesn’t heed the warnings she gets about wandering into secluded parts of the woods. so naturally, when alpha joy - who’s sitting out her rut in the exact same location - sniffs her out, she doesn’t stand a chance.

requested : yep, by rvmmm21 to rvmmm21.

[alpha(g!p)joy x omega!wendy]

tw : dubcon, overstimulation.

(my first proper a/b/o! good practice, i guess but idk why i decided to go down such a weirdly hard route when i could’ve just made them soft but uh. also it feels weird to write g!p as top? if you know what i mean? i like writing my g!p characters as bottoms or submissive... but oh well.)

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Seungwan has walked right into the wolves’ den.

Stumbled, more like… but she doesn’t know it yet.

She should really enjoy these final moments of freedom she has while she still can. While she still has a clear head. Although how clear the head of an oblivious young omega – who has willingly – willingly – ­left the safety of her village to gather various kinds of herbs only found in the densest, most secluded area in the woodlands – must be, is questionable. Dangerously questionable. It’s not like she hasn’t grown up huddled round by the fire with her big sister, listening to their grandmother tell them stories about vicious monsters that lurked around in the shadows, just waiting to devour young children. Hell, it wasn’t like she hadn’t been warned prior to her departure that this wasn’t something she could just treat like a hop and a skip in the park. Oh no, no. There were real threats out there. Blood-sucking demons, perhaps not, but there were threats much realer than that. Threats who wouldn’t hesitate to make an absolute meal out of delicate little things like her.

Old wives’ tales are everywhere, Seungwan thinks now she’s older, just so kids won’t go out and play past dinner time. Monsters? Hah, as if there could ever be such things. She bids her family goodbye and sets off until she’s past their point of vision, nothing but stubbornness and idealism shielding her from any sort of danger. It’s still the afternoon, so she has plenty of time.

Plus, it isn’t like this route is ‘new’. Back when she was a child, her and the neighbourhood kids would often explore the ‘Forbidden Forest’, as they called it, on dares or out of morbid curiosity. Seungwan had her fair share of ‘I dare you’s’, and - once she had gotten over the initial excitement of going against everything her parents had ever told her - had found the woods to be rather serene. Somewhat of an escape, if you please.

So she knew her way there like the back of her hand. Every twist, every turn, every slope and every dip; memorised as well as the tune she hums to herself as she begins the tedious task of gathering. The shade of the trees is marvellous, and it puts Seungwan in an extra good mood. So surely when she’s exhausted from filling her basket with herbs and cooking flowers – surely when she feels the ache in her back from bending over so much – it isn’t totally unreasonable for her to lay back on the trunk of a tree and… rest her eyes? Just for a while?

It can’t hurt, can it?

Yes. As crimson pupils and a predatory snarl will soon tell her, it very much can.

Unbeknownst to the naïve, unconscious omega, her fate was sealed the minute she set foot into the woods she thought she knew so well. This was never hers. It’s hers. The greenery, the trees, and every shadow they casted belonged to her.  This is her territory; alpha territory. And this is where the cruellest one of them all intends to wait her rut out. It is nothing but a mild inconvenience to her, a sorry stroke of luck, that Park Sooyoung is no longer part of a pack. Then again, killing another in-pack alpha for no good reason will do that to you. She had left the group without a shred of remorse for their fallen member; it was survival of the fittest, anyway. And in Sooyoung’s case, a hard-hitting reminder that wherever she may go, raging jealousy will always follow. So here she is, secluded and alone, not having anything to take her frustrations out on.

Until now.

It’s her scent that sets the alpha off, all bright and innocent, and it has her suppressing a hungry growl as she pokes through the air with a heightened sense of smell. Finally, through a clearing, she finds her prize, propped up against the oak, eyes closed and dreaming. Dreaming sweet things, of course. There’s no way anything so fragile-looking, so peaceful – so delicious – could dream of anything other than rainbows and sunshine. What on earth is a human doing taking a –

Hang on, Sooyoung sniffs the air again… no. No way. A human omega? Oh. She drinks the sight of her; tiny hands, tiny feet, tiny everything. She’s so incredibly petite, Sooyoung wonders how she doesn’t have an alpha of her own yet. Either that, or she just can’t smell past the density of her own arousal to locate the lingering scent of any potential alpha. If she was really unbound, Sooyoung would love to change that, of course. But she’s not sure she has the space in her head right now for flirting and small talk. There’s a demand in her trousers that’s far too pulsing to ignore. A demand that soon has her creeping up to the blissfully oblivious girl.

…

Cinnamon eyes blink sleepily open at the particularly loud sound of a crushed leaf.

She sees Sooyoung. Then she sees the ravenous glint in her pupils.

Then it’s a struggle. Everything’s a struggle. From trying to kick free of the vice-like grip dragging her face down and backwards, to the panicked efforts of lungs expanding under the weight atop her, everything’s a bloody struggle. A good fight she’s putting up, too, Sooyoung has to admit. If only she weren’t so much taller and so much stronger, Seungwan might not be washing all her determination down the drain. It’s just too easy to flip her over and pin her down, and Sooyoung gladly lets the little omega writhe and wriggle until she’s too tired, too defeated to do anything other than meet her gaze with innocent, frightened eyes and ragged breaths. Park Sooyoung is alpha, undisputed.

God does she even know what she looks like right now?! Sooyoung’s mind goes berserk at the image of the omega trapped under her. Cheeks tinted a deep rose, caramel locks all tousled like she’s just woken up – which, I mean… – and the overwhelming smell of… just her. So soft, so warm, so vulnerable.

Sooyoung barely manages to snarl down at her with how much that lust cloud has expanded in her brain. “What are you doing here, omega?”

She sounds angry, but Seungwan can tell it’s much more than that. The hardness she feels pressed against her core is a pretty big giveaway, for starters.

“I was j-just resting… p-please don’t hurt me,” she whimpers, shivering under the alpha’s scrutiny but too terrified to look away. “Plea – please let me go!”

Though even Seungwan knows that was just a breath worth saving.

The response to her tearful pleas is a deep, throaty laugh and powerfully concentrated alpha pheromones that force their way up her nose, suffocating her. It’s overbearing, and it’s more than enough to trigger her instincts. Seungwan bares her neck, head lolling back onto the soil below them. Feeling those sharp incisors nudging the delicate skin of her throat has the helpless omega whining in submission, unconsciously tilting her chin further back so Sooyoung can clamp down on her throbbing pulse point.

After dutifully marking her, the alpha can take it no longer. She only needs one hand to hold Seungwan down while she unzips her trousers to free herself, hard and aching with the need to mate. It’s too much work to even think about stripping her, and Sooyoung simply pushes her skirt to her waist and yanks her panties to the side. Seungwan lets out a tiny gasp; the late evening mist is crisp and frigid against her thighs and it makes her feel slightly feverish.

Although she has no time to worry about a stupid draft when there’s a scorching heat now overtaking her. She doesn’t even realise how wet she is until she feels two fingers slide far too easily inside her, curling upwards and stimulating the spot that makes her cry out. A sinful grin tugs at the corners of Sooyoung’s mouth when she feels Seungwan try to push herself further onto her fingers, hips on autopilot, grinding down like she has no control over her own actions. Seems like little omega is a lot more worked up than she’d thought. She throbs with desire as she watches the smaller girl fuck herself on her fingers with her eyes rolled back in her head, but it’s so mesmerising that she almost forgets her own needs. She remembers just in time, though; just in time to tear Seungwan’s orgasm from her, laughing as she grabs her hips to hold her steady.

A small whine fills Sooyoung’s ears and she looks down. “Aw, what’s wrong? What do you need?”

It’s too adorable when she feels those trembling fingers paw weakly at her chest in a silent plea for more. Still, she leans forward, letting the girl grab onto the fabric of her shirt. “Voice up, little one,” she purrs seductively, “I have no idea what you want, and I’d never take advantage of a poor, defenceless omega.”

Seungwan tries to resist, but it’s hopeless. Her body needs it.

“Alpha,” she whispers, sending electricity up Sooyoung’s spine at the sound of her title, “plea – ah!”

Seungwan sucks in a breath, eyes screwing shut as the fingers suddenly enter again, teasing her where she aches to be filled completely.

“Alpha, please what, hm?” Sooyoung asks, a little sinister, a little playful. “Please stop? Is that it? I can do that.”

She removes her digits from her dripping heat, acting as though they were really done here.

“N-no! … please don’t leave!” Seungwan can’t help sounding as desperate as she looks, whiny and ridiculously needy, “… please… please fuck me…”

Oh, anything for you, baby.

In one fluid motion, Sooyoung sheathes her length right the way to the hilt. Tears well up in Seungwan’s eyes and cloud her vision with sheer pleasure when she finally gets what she needs. Sooyoung won’t lie either, she’s glad she did it when she did… who knows how much longer she could’ve looked at that pretty face just begging for her cock. Their combined fluid allows the alpha to build a steady, albeit punishing, rhythm, and Seungwan sobs at the arousal burning through, inner thighs coated with slick that continues to drip out of her.

“So tight, little one,” the alpha growls, nipping at a collarbone when she feels the omega’s walls clenching down on her every time she moves to pull out, greedily sucking her back in. Seungwan lets out a restricted sigh at the feeling; the girth stretching her open, the way the ridge of her head rubs mercilessly against her inner walls. It takes a few jerks for her to realise she isn’t being held down anymore. Well, not by Sooyoung, anyway. Her own burning desire still has her very much pinned in place.

For a good moment, Seungwan can only hear the wet noise whenever Sooyoung’s hips meet her butt as she decorates the silence with her own little moans and gasps. Not even the sounds of the surrounding nature registers in her foggy mind.

Sooyoung reaches down in between the omega’s legs, prodding around in search for her clit. She finds it with ease, and a keening whine erupts from Seungwan’s throat as the pad of her thumb rolls against the swollen thing with the perfect pressure. This alpha is immaculate at multi-tasking, she thinks, involuntarily bucking her hips up towards her, begging for more stimulation, begging her to never stop.

Sounding pathetic again is the absolute last thing she wants to do, but – “please, please alpha… I can’t take it, please let me cum…”

“Soo – young,” the alpha corrects her between thrusts, voice noticeably huskier as she gets closer herself.

Okay, okay, anything.

“… ple – ea – se… Soo – young,” she’s panting out now, unable to make a sound louder than a hoarse whisper, “… I’m – gonna…”

Sooyoung feels her tense up, and takes it as a cue to thrust deeper, if that was even possible. With a final gasp, Seungwan’s cumming. Hard. She’s sobs freely, shuddering and twitching at the sparks of heat ripping through her, entire body trembling. It’s immensely pleasurable… for a while.

And that’s when it all becomes too much.

“Ah! Sooyoung, Sooyoung… no, please… I – I came, it hurts,” she whimpers. She carelessly grasps at whatever is around her, trying to shift off the cock still pounding into her, and away from the pressure on her sensitive clit – but Sooyoung won’t let her.

“Don’t you dare…” she warns.

Her nails dig into her thighs, leaving pink crescent marks in the soft flesh, probably hard enough to bruise. She holds the squirming omega in place as she chases her own release, knowing she’s too drained and too spent to put up a fight. The teary omega can do little but lay there and take the overstimulation that’s driving her mad, shattering any other physical sensation she thought she had. She’s limp, but that goddamned tightness is slowly rising again, overwhelming and awful. Oh my god no, she can’t cum again, she can’t, it’s impossible. But apparently, so were the existence of vicious monsters lurking in the shadows of the woods, waiting for their chance to pounce on unsuspecting little things like her – so, she knows there are some lessons to be garnered from what she assumed was impossible and what was really not.

The thought of a second orgasm is terribly daunting, but Sooyoung’s cock and her thumb that never left her clit were pushing her closer and closer, giving her all the stimulation she needs and the heat is rising and she doesn’t think she can stop herself and she’s – she’s – oh god, she’s –

Seungwan’s vision goes stark white as she’s tipped over the edge again, falling apart with a raspy wail.

That does it for Sooyoung. The moaning, the shivering, the way velvet walls tighten around her shaft when she makes her cum a second time has her groaning as she gives a few final thrusts.

“Oh baby, yeah, I’m cumming,” she grunts, curling over Seungwan to lock her in her arms as she pumps into her, fucking her into the ground, the omega’s quivering heat milking every last drop from her.

They stay like that, both too tired to move. When Sooyoung eventually props herself up and pulls out, she’s rewarded with a feeling of satisfaction and the wonderful sight of the little omega who’s blinking wearily up at her, letting out a tiny yawn. Sooyoung wants to slap herself for mating one this adorable. Not for anything other than the fact that she can already see herself weak at the knees for this girl, and she can see herself tending to her every need, when she’s supposed to be the one in charge.

Still, now that she’s found her, she’s not letting go.

Seungwan’s fast asleep by the time Sooyoung gathers her up in her arms, mindful of the scrapes and cuts her poor little omega sustained from their first encounter. She’s so glad she got to her before anyone else did. She’s so tiny and warm and all hers.

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i’m so sorry, i really don’t know what the heck ‘cooking flowers’ are i clearly just made that up it sounds so dumb lol.

also it’s hard to write smut when the words you hate typing are literally all the words you need to describe the scene??

[knybits]

THE HATING GAME — 1

PAIRINGS —

↳ kochou shinobu x reader 

SUMMARY —

↳ Geniuses within the same field yet rivals within each other’s eyes, your colleagues wonder when the sexual tension will break so that you two will become the department’s powerhouse couple so that they can enter you two into the couples contest against the other departments. Some things might have to be done by force.

WARNINGS —

↳ cursing, alcohol, smut  

AUTHOR NOTE —

↳ look bros,,, i KNOW that it’s supposed to be last name first then first name,,, but the setting here is like idk fucking harvard or oxford lets get crazy. basically youre not in japan and youre a big brain bitch youre welcome. also,,, please drink responsibly and ask for consent. stay safe :,)

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It’s not like you always hated the genius that is Shinobu Kochou. 

Besides yourself, she’s the other shining diamond within the chemistry department. The transfer student from Japan that doesn’t let her language barrier hold her back. In fact, she might even be more fluent in English than you (which is dumb because it’s your mother tongue but hey, she’s the genius here remember?) 

Lilac painted nails with no chips and red glossed lips is Shinobu Kochou. Wrinkless lab coat and a face free of goggle imprints after an experiment is Shinobu Kochou. She’s pristine and a league above you (she might even be super rich but you could never find out.) 

Sometimes she would slip out Japanese phrases or mumble in Japanese under her breath, so you know that her voice sounds the exact same no matter which language she speaks. It’s sweet like honey- a complete trap- and it intoxicates those around her to do her bidding (she’s a witch and you’d be damned to be proven wrong because this bit of information will go down with you.) 

You’ve never spoken to her so you know that your dislike is misplaced. A mature adult would admit that this hate is more so envy, but fuck that. 

Shinobu Kochou is perfect, flawless, an angel, and you hate it. 

It doesn’t help that she would smile in your direction at times and wave a hand at you with nothing but kindness. You ignore her, of course, and your colleagues can’t fathom why you would walk past the princess without even acknowledging her. 

And yet, for some reason, you find half of your department on their knees in front of you. 

“Please date Shinobu! You’re our last hope!!” Your friend cries out, shoving a crummy “free beer on me” coupon she literally wrote up on a bright pink sticky note on her way over to you with 16 other people in tow. 

“You want me to do what?” 

Someone else steps forward to produce a flyer that another random department pasted up around the school. When you snatch the paper from them, the first thing you read is “department couple” and immediately decide to crumple the paper up. 

“Wait! You didn’t even read it!” 

“I’ve read enough,” you seethe, steam pour from your mouth as everyone cowers in fear of your sleep deprived self. 

“C’mon (F/n)!” Your friend whines, draping herself over you and grovelling at your feet. “All the other departments are taking part in it! Each department pitches in $500 per couple and then they compete! Whichever couple wins receives the whole pool of money for their department!” 

“Does everyone here even have enough money to pitch in $500??” 

Someone else pipes in, “For a chance at over $6,000? We’re willing to take it.” There’s a low murmur of agreement from everyone and you roll your eyes. Everyone begins to throw empty promises at you (about as worthless as the crappy pink sticky note in your hand) before you narrow your eyes into a deathly glare at the crowd. 

“There’s no way in hell you idiots will get me to date Shinobu Kochou. I’d rather an experiment blow up in my face than date her,” with those final words you storm away, lab coat fluttering the least bit for stupid dramatic effect and everyone is left speechless. 

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You’re in the middle of heating up your cup ramen when your roommate (the one that “gifted” you a free beer coupon) comes home, shuffling in. She has a guilty look on her face that bleeds “this is just for show.”  

Araceli drapes herself across the counter for your attention but you decide not to pay her any mind, instead taking your cup ramen- fork stuck through the lid to keep the hot steam in- to the couch and turning the TV on. 

You have three minutes to find a show to watch, but that plan goes to shit when Araceli groans aloud for your attention. 

“What,” you snap and Araceli comes crawling over from the counter and into your side on the couch, her arms wrapped around your waist. 

“I feel bad-” 

“No you don’t.” 

She keeps going despite your rude interruption, “But everyone in the department decided to go to the club tonight. I owe you more than just one drink, so pleaaaassseee,” she bats her eyelashes at you (they’re incredibly long and you’re envious them.) 

Araceli’s puppy dog face always gets you to cave and you find yourself angrily shoving some half cooked noodles into your mouth. That response is enough for her to cheer, squeezing you even harder than she already is. 

“Your wallet better be prepared,” you quip as you resume a show you desperately need to catch up on. You don’t catch the mischievous glint in her eyes, yourself already pinned to the plot of your show as it does its job to empty your head. 

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Clubs aren’t really your scene. 

You used to go to them often when you started out as a freshman in college, but it lost its charm by your junior year. Now you prefer drinking in your apartment, every month or so slipping back onto campus to conduct some random experiments to allow Araceli her time with whoever she brought home. 

There’s something about a club that lets you (loosely) compare it to a masquerade ball (loosely.) Music plays and alcohol burns so strongly within everyone’s systems that they can’t see the face of the person they’re grinding on. Oh, and within their respective timelines, you have to dress up for both a ball and a club. 

In one of your more scandalous outfits, you can’t help but check yourself out in the mirror before dipping because damn do you look HOT and everybody better take some fucking notes. You confidence shoots up when Araceli whistles the second you step out of your room, and the two of you drive to the club a couple blocks from the college. 

Before you two step into the booming building, Araceli waves wildly at her boyfriend with a bright smile. They give each other a quick kiss in greeting and a sudden thought crosses your mind. 

“Why don’t you two enter the contest?” 

Araceli tuts at you, wagging a finger in disappointment before saying, “See? This is why you have to read the whole poster dear roomie. The couple has to be two people from the same department.” Unfortunately, her boyfriend is from the modern literature department (how they met, you have no clue.) 

The three of you make your grand entrance and everyone within your department (making up most of the club right now) scream with delight before ushering you over. A shot of tequila is pushed into your hands and you smile before downing your first drink of the night.

With a never ending stream of alcohol being passed into your hands and some good fucking music (the club on the other side of town has some down right god awful music that the math department and social science department likes) you finally let your hair down. Every once in a while, some sad drunk would cry to you, apologizing for asking you to do something you don’t want to do. When they hear your laugh over the loudspeaker they laugh with you, and another drink is passed into your hands. 

The bass shakes the room and you jump to the beat, cheering and whooping during every drinking game. Araceli hangs off your shoulders when you both take a shot at the same time, and her boyfriend leads her onto the dance floor. 

You’re sober enough- barely-  to watch your best friend with fond eyes, her boyfriend and she dancing like idiots to the music and laughing as if they’re little kids. They’re horribly off beat when they jump but watching Araceli have the time of her life is enough to make you happy, and you’re glad you went to the club. 

Araceli catches your eye from across the room and she stumbles towards you, taking ahold of your hand before handing you one last shot. 

“Down it and let’s dance!!!” She yells and you do as told, throat burning and ears barely picking up her cheers as she drags you onto the dance floor. 

By this time you’re actually honest to god shitfaced, but that’s fine. The music shifts and people that recognize the song go apeshit, yelling and jumping all at once at the bass drop. Araceli dances with her boyfriend, but the second you blink she’s gone with the rest of the crowd and you’re left alone to dance on your own. 

When a song that you recognize starts to play you begin to sing along, but your voice gets caught when someone backs up into you. What was an innocent bump quickly turns into something more and now you’re one of the blackout drunk idiots that isn’t aware of who is grinding on them. 

You can tell it’s a female when your hands move to grip her waist, and her back presses up against your chest. She smells of lavender and sweat, and her jet black hair tickles your nose. You can’t help but smile at this new feeling, and she makes a daring move to take one of your hands and lift it to grope her left breast. 

With a hum of delight, you loop your finger around a belt band and twirl her around to face you. All you can see is big amethyst eyes, half lidded and staring pointedly at your lips. 

“Can I kiss-!” You try to yell over the music, but that’s enough of an ‘okay’ to this mystery woman before her lips are greedily pressed to your’s. 

There’s instant tongue, and you don’t expect anything less from someone so bold. She’s somehow slipped a hand under your shirt, feeling her way up your chest and you move a hand to grip her ass. 

That’s the last thing you remember before your mind blanks from the ecstasy that is this mystery woman. There’s the brief flash of stumbling into an Uber, a soft and breathy voice giving directions as you suck on her neck like some teenager. 

Then there’s the feeling of silk bed sheets, your fingers dripping wet after fucking her senseless and the look of excitement in her eyes as you lick up all her juices, tongue gliding up your digits. 

At some point you have her slammed up against the walls and at another point your tongue explores her pretty little cunt. The constant sound of moaning, pleading, begging and you calling her a “good girl” circles through your head (though the latter is something you find yourself embarrassed about.) 

Your eyes open to bright sunlight and a royal bitch of a headache. A low groan rumbles from the back of your throat and you bury your head into the pillows, but the scent throws you off because this is not your pillow. 

When you look over the edge of your side of whoever’s bed you’re in, you catch sight of condom wrappers and your clothes scattered across the room. You also see a blindfold, but you decide not to think too hard back on that memory. 

Warm arms slide its way around your waist and you freeze in surprise. A sickly sweet giggle fills your ears and when you turn to face the person you spent the night with your face pales considerably. 

Shinobu Kochou, the witch herself, smiles at you peacefully. Her lipstick is smeared and there are a plethora of hickies scattered across her neck (you can only assume that there are more under the covers) but the sunlight bounces off her cheekbones so nicely it irritates you. 

“Good morning (F/n). Did you sleep well?” Shinobu coos, and your life spirals into hell. 

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[ Next Chapter ]

[minyoongisjiminie]

(M) “want my attention? make me give it to you.“

(gif cr)

ship: namjoon x reader

genre: smut

disclaimer: fingering, dirty talk, face riding

synopsis: your boyfriend was once again very busy in his studio. Working on some tracks. But you wanted to spend time with him, yet his tracks seem more important. Good enough for you, that you knew how to lure him out...

words: 2.4k

a/n: yeah.. idk.. i'm sorry for this I guess ahaha. I really wanted to write some smut again but yeah I guess I suck at it. I guess learning by doing haha :') also sorry that it took me so long to post this :( I had an exhausting week, and couldn’t find the time to look over it :’) But yeah.. hopefully you’ll like it <3

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It was already passing 2 am, and you almost waited 2 hours till Namjoon gets finished with his work at the studio. Of course you didn’t wanted to bother him while he’s working, so you sat outside of the studio on a coach and waited for him. 

It was a hard day, you were completely cramped from all the work you needed to endure today, so you anticipated to see your boyfriend after a long time. You knew that he was always so busy with his work, so you made sure that you didn’t disturb him on weekdays. But since it was friday night already, you just wanted to spend some quality time with him and relax yourself from all the stress you went through. However as it appeared to be.. Joon had different plans. 

Right now, at this moment you could just go home and lay yourself to sleep! Gosh, you did not needed to wait for him at all, but he assured you that it will not take up so much time, that he will be finished soon and you both will grab some ice cream as a late night snack. Well... 2 am in the morning was a very late night snack.

Soon the clock shows that it’s 3 am, and you were done with the waiting. You stood up, furious and knocked on Joon’s door. 

No response.

You keep on knocking, with every knock you put in more strength in your fist. But still there is rarely a response from him. Carefully you put an ear on the door, to listen if you could catch any sounds that came from him. You could swear that you heard repeated little sighs coming from him, probably because of your loud knocking. 

‘Oh you want it like that? You’ll get it like that!’

You knew Joon’s code for his lock, but he always requested that you wouldn’t use it as long as he was living behind the doors. He still gave it to you, because he trusted you and also wanted to give you a code so you could be helpful in dangerous situations.

If this wasn’t a dangerous situation for you... then you didn’t know what was. 

Quickly you typed in the six digit number, and opened the large door.

“Are you completely crazy?!” You started to scream, you realised how angry you actually were, and how disrespectful it was from your boyfriend to keep you waiting, so that he could work on his important tracks. 

He spinned around with his chair towards you and just sighed. His eyes were completely red, which didn’t surprise you since you knew that he didn’t sleep for days and was just chained towards his computer.

“Y/N..” He started. He layed his hands on his strong thighs and turned his head slightly towards you. “You know how  important these tracks are right now... If I invest the times in those, we can spend the entire week together!” His voice sounded calm as always, he was not the type of person who would start to scream around filled with rage. He wouldn’t lose his coolness.

Shortly, he wasn’t you. 

“I’m waiting for literally 3 hours! That’s not fucking fair!” You continued to pull out an discussion with him. “That’s not.. fair..” You repeated, more to yourself, with a exhausted undertone. “Y/N.. don’t be like that.. It sucks to see you like this..” You knew that he hated it when you would pout sadly like that, he also exactly knew that he couldn’t leave you alone like this, he couldn’t escape you easily, if he wanted to. 

He scratched his forehead, and let out a deep sigh. “Come here..” He stood up and grasped your wrist. However you still stood there, glued to the spot, and didn’t saw a reason to give in that quickly. “Y/N-ie..” he called again cutely. You breathed out shortly and followed him to the spot he leaded you. He put his index finger on his bright macbook screen, that showed some white thick lines and numerations. You had no single clue about anything. “Are you satisfied with those tracks?” You reply to his gesture, and felt how your legs slowly started to give in. The wearyness kicked in, and it didn’t wonder you at all. You needed to stand the entire day and talk with customers. It was exhausting.. “Hmm.. Kind of I guess..” he said delayed. He put his one hand on your waist and you felt the warmth of his skin clearly. “Joonie.. I’m so tired.. But also so tensed that I already know that I can’t sleep at all..” Namjoon smiled his cute little crooked smile and guided you onto his lap. “Hmmm.. what can we do about that..” His hands were intertwined with yours and you realised how you softened a little. You layed your head on his shoulder and hugged him, showing that stupid computer your back. You recognized how relaxed you already were. That was the magic of Kim Namjoon huh?

“Can’t we just go to bed already?” You said, while your head was still resting on his shoulder. “I told you I needed to get this done.. hm?” He responded, pretty sweetly, and it reminded you of a mother who was telling her child that she wouldn’t buy her child the toy but assured she would when the child would be a good kid.

lol you weren’t a good girl.. and joon knew that. 

One thing he couldn’t resist.. was you. But you as the tempter you turned into, when you wanted something. You bribed him with specific things that you would never do in bed, or specific things that he wanted to do to you so dearly, but you didn’t feel ready for. You guys were together for about one and a half years, and of course you had sex multiple times. Nevertheless it was nothing too spectacular, just normal boring sex. It wasn’t like, you didn’t try to add some spice to it.. but you just were too shy.. even when joon tried to tell you so often what he wanted to do to you.. he was still a gentlemen and didn’t force you to do things that you didn’t feel comfortable with. 

Currently, you were sitting mostly on his thick thighs than anywhere near his crotch. You changed that quickly. You slipped way to the back, until you got really close to his dick. You hear a little fuck that comes out of his mouth and he cleared his throat roughly. As a response you smile lightly. That’s what you wanted in the first place.. Now the second method starts: You lay way back until your neck was just milimeters apart from his lips, and made little gestures with your arms as if you were stretching yourself. You yawn fakely. “Y/N..” He started to spell out your name carefully and slowly, yet still hungrily. You go back to your first position and turn around to the point that you can face him. “Shh..” You whisper silently. Putting your index finger on his perfect full lips. “Should we try something new?” Is everything you said and you could see how his eyes started to sparkle. “Wha-” He cleared his throad once again. “What.. do.. you mean with.. that..?” he replied and you realised how he started to stutter. He was so cute.. fuck.. 

You gradually came closer to his ear and played around with his shirt that was sticking onto his chest. “You heared correctly..” You whispered fierily into his ear, and you recognized once again how his dick was happy as well. “But my trac-” He started, but you quickly put your finger on his lips, to stop him from talking. After looking at a quite cutely looking namjoon that was staring at you with a puzzled look on his face, you put your lips on his. Quickly you started to explore his tongue with yours. Hmm.. he tasted delicious. Even though he worked for such a long time, and one could think that he tasted not right, or that it could be unhygenic, you didn’t tasted that. He tasted so delicious, like tiramisu and raspberries at once. 

He cupped your face and started to bite on your underlip. He indeed was confused on why you were so eager to try new things. You both rarely tongue kissed each other, and you realise that he wants to enjoy the moment as soon as you feel like doing it. 

“Shit.. what are you doing to me..” He said while pecking your lips. His fingers automatically started to pull your straps from both your top and bra down, and started to kiss your neck. His favorite body part as mentioned. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning a little, and he smiled. “Who thought that you’ll turn into such a... bad girl..” Just these intense words of his made you shiver. He literally called you a “bad girl” and even though you hated dirty talk, especially in movies, you now realized how much you loved it when Joon was saying it. These words came out of his mouth so quickly and dark, you wanted to gift him any allowance, to do things that he never managed to do to you. 

You slowly started to grind on him, and you also made sure that you stare at him to find out if he liked it or not. And you were happy to see that his eyes shut together and his lips escaped a few little moans. 

“You love that.. huh?” You said back, also trying some darker undertones. “fuck.. yes..” He replied, his hands pulling slightly on your hair, which you loved. It wasn’t rough pulls, but it was intense. You fastened your pace just to see how he would react and he almost went crazy. “SHIT... stop it or..” He started, but you grinding on his thighs made him go to a different universe. Joon tried to hold back his moans but he really couldn’t. 

“You get that back, princess.” He said quickly in your hair. 

You felt how his fingers came closer to your core, you stared at him, and there was no familiar joon to see. You saw a whole new joon. Someone who was ready to punish you.. 

He teased you a little with his index finger and you could feel how the fabric of your underwear started to soak. “Ahh..” You laid your chin on joons shoulders and let him take control over your body. You never ever let him finger or taste you. Not that you wouldn’t like it, but you were too uncomfortable.. Nevertheless Joon was always so eager to do it. But you always pushed his hands away and redefined that you weren’t ready. 

Now you were hun. 

After his little teasing he pulled your underwear away and started to discover your core with his index finger. For the first time. You never realised how good this would feel like. You imagined that this literally feels like a trip. Eyes stayed shut and with every change of pace of his fingers, you saw different things flying around while your eyes were closed. First there were some light asteriks, then there were stars and with every fastening pace he did you saw explosive red and yellow colors.

But even after that color festival, Joon was indeed not finished with you. He started to take a second finger with him and you almost went crazy. “ahhh, joon-” You started to grind on his finger, and he continued to kiss your neck, making sure to leave love bites. Then he suddenly stopped. 

“Whaa-” He touched your shoulders and made you face him. 

“Can I try something princess?” You loved that he called you like that. It was fucking sexy, and you always wanted him to call you like that. 

You also were sure that you would love it, so you just nodded slightly. You turned shy just in a second, because he looked at you so hungrily that you felt how your heart beat got faster. He made me stand up from his lap and once again took my wrist. He sat down on his big coach and leaned back. For a little moment he just stared at you. Giving the name eye fucking a whole new meaning. “Joon..?” You started to wake him up from his little day dream. 

“How about princess, sits on my face?” 

You gulped. That was something you didn’t expect. Not at all. But you wanted to know how it feels... you also trusted joon. 

You quickly obeyed and pulled your skirt a bit higher, your underwear was not really needed so you made sure to just take it off. Joon just looked at you, still eye fucking you. He gave you all the time you needed. And that was one of the reasons why you loved him. 

You went to the coach and already saw from the corner of the eye that he was positioning himself so you could sit comfortably on his face. You were really anxious and didn’t want to ruin the moment but he just smiled at you, making you feel okay about this. You laid your legs on the bottom and positioned yourself over the low coach and made sure your core was just centimeters away from his mouth. He quickly started to explore your core and made sure to catch every single drop of your essence. He started slowly but his pace went crazier with every lick he took, until finally he just ate you out. You stopped holding back your moans and shouted his name several times. That made him just grab on your thighs tighter and he ate you happily out. “Fuck.. didn’t know you were such a slutty princess..” He responded, and licked layers of hot skin from your pussy. Slurping every drop that was escaping from your core. 

After this moment you were so relaxed that you could feel how your eyes felt weary. “Just sleep, princess. Now you can sleep.. fully relaxed..” He said, pecking your lips. As soon as the dominant joon came as soon he was gone.

He took his ryan pillow put it under your head, quickly took your underwear and made you wear it, and also pulled a comfy blanket from the sofa crack of the sofa. 

“Also thank you for that good meal..” He raised his eyebrows and went back to his computer. 

[quartzwritingkink]

Kinktober Day 8 - Licking/Biting/Marking

Uta No Prince Sama - Ranmaru focus (dubcon), Camus relationship mentions

Warnings - Dubcon, cheating, pressured overall, afab, uhhhh idk that's probably it, emotional turmoil?

Why did you choose that bastard? Why did you choose him when he had hurt you and made you cry the first time you ever met. You had told Ranmaru yourself that night that you hated Camus for his true nature, and you never wanted to see him again. So why, in the end, had he gotten to have you as his girl when Ranmaru was yearning so deeply? Bastard.

Ranmaru had been thinking of nothing but this since you and Camus had begun your relationship months ago. And for some reason this evening as you sprinted towards Camus's room post shower, the camels back finally broke. Maybe it was the way the towel hugged against your curves? Maybe it was the amount of skin showing? Maybe overhearing you sing cutely as you bathed had just put such longing in his heart he couldn't take it anymore. But before you knew exactly what was happening, your back was against the wall and a hand was on each side of your body, blocking you from escape.

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"Why are you with him?" He cut straight to the point, "What happened to hating him? To shit talking him together and then leaving stupid pranks around to mess with him? I can't…" he ran a frustrated hand through his hair before slamming it back into the wall next to you. "I can't  think of anything but being with you. Of what we had and what we could have. I'm not like this y/n and it's pissing me off." His hands formed fists and he dropped his head against the wall too. "I just want to be with you like he is… talk with you like he does… touch you like he does…" 

You had no idea what to say, stumbling over little attempts at apologizing - even attempts at comforting him maybe? But you just didn't know what exactly to do, and either way he didn't seem to absorb any of it. You were suspicious of his feelings, especially when he was so offended at you agreeing to date Camus. But even still you were sure he'd gotten over those feelings by now. It grew quiet and his words hung heavy in the air. You were both breathing unsteadily, charging the air between you with warmth. You weren't sure what you wanted to happen, but finally it was Ranmaru that broke the silence. 

"You'll stop me right?" He managed to whisper, voice shaking with frustration and longing as his hand moved away from where it pinned you and started to explore whatever bare skin it could find. Your arms, up your shoulders, thumb rubbing little circles against your collarbone that had you biting your lip to hold back the whimper you knew you shouldn't allow yourself to give him. 

You would stop him, you should stop him. The towel wrapped around you felt transparent as his eyes trailed down to take you in. His hand followed suit, palm grazing just so lightly over your chest and running down to your exposed thigh. His face buried against your shoulder with a hungry growl, "God you're soft…" His fingers were just as hungry as his voice as he kneaded your thigh like dough.

You needed to find your voice for something other than weak gasps. You needed to tell him to stop soon. He was growing hard against your thigh and you were worried Camus would smell his cologne entangled with your fresh shampoo. His hand had made its way to the back of your thigh, pulling it up onto his hip and pressing his clothed erection against your distinctly bare pussy. You couldn't breathe.

Ranmaru clicked his tongue in annoyance as he looked at you like this, completely vulnerable for his whims. He knew it wasn't like you at all, and he didn't have much time left on his side. His tongue ran over his lips as he looked over your neck, there were marks there, love bites from your damned boyfriend. He wished they were his, he wished he had left them. "He's got you labeled as his own, hasn't he? Damn him." Some of them were obviously new, and that set him off more. You had kind of shaken your head, but he just scoffed at this, eyes narrowing.

"I know him. These are symbols of ownership. Well… I won't let him keep you all to himself." He took a second to pick a spot, carefully selecting a hickey that still looked fairly new. "You'll know now… when he looks here, so satisfied with himself… this is really mine. I'm taking it." He hesitated, but no words had sprung from your lips of actual protest, so his mouth claimed the bruise. He sank his teeth into your neck causing a sharp gasp and a buck of your hips against his. He'd lock that feeling away in his mind for a long time, his cock twitching with need between the two of you. 

His lips pursed, sucking the bruise on your skin darker, reigniting it, but in his name now. His hips began a slow grind against yours as he did so, rubbing the fabric of his jeans against your bare pussy and causing a distinct stir of need in your stomach. He let go with his lips, tongue coming out to draw heavy purposeful licks against his work. He pulled back to look at it, a smirk on his lips. He was getting too cocky about this, and you knew you couldn't let it go any further. As he went in for another round at your love bites you cut in - 

"R… Ranmaru you… you have to stop." You heard yourself speaking, and though you knew you were thinking it, you didn't remember putting enough willpower behind it to say anything. "I… I'm with Camus. We can't." Your voice was shaking as much as your hands as they met his chest, trying to put up a resistance. 

"You're lucky I'm still a good guy… or you'd be mine tonight, princess." His voice was sad, still frustrated, but as he pulled back from your neck there was a sigh of resignation that said he knew it was coming anyway. "I can tell you liked this, but I know you're a good girl too." He released your thigh and backed off, just enough to give you an escape path, but his hand was still against the wall to pin you on one side. "Go on. Run on back to that bastard…" 

"R… Ranmaru-san I… " you just couldn't find the words, looking down at your hands for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Yeah." You started to duck out from under his arm, but before you could he caught your chin in his hand, pulling you in for a kiss. You were stunned for a second at that, but you did manage to push him away. You gave him a stern look. "You're playing with fire, Ranmaru."

"I'm just getting a taste of those sweet lips before they get wasted on a guy like that." He tried to play it off coolly, turning away as you wandered down to Camus's room in a daze. As soon as you were out of sight he leaned back into the wall, cursing at himself and running a hand roughly into his hair in frustration. "Fuck… what am I going to do?" 

[gukptune]

Eccentric [m]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: cyberpunk!au, cyborg!jungkook, eyepatch!jungkook, courtesan!reader, smut, dom!jk, switch!reader

Warnings: a lot of smut, explicit language, explicit acts, oral, foreplay, slight daddy kink, slight bionic finger stuff, cumplay, creampie, edging, big dick jk

Words: 5.4k

Plot Summary: A certain red haired client buys you for the entire night.

a/n: I was inspired by the new cyberpunk 2077 gameplay reveal, cuz im hyped i wrote this - the whole rebellion thing is a meh, a filler, cuz idk how the night city in the game actually works hahah.

Endeavouring into the cleaning of your room for tonight, you could only put away the decorations and pamper up the sheets. In the house everyone had a room for their routine work, all sound proof and completely bare. They kept it that way so that each person had their own individual style, it was nice, nice enough.

Yours was truly nothing special, kept more simple and graced with large windows. You had landed yourself one of the corner rooms which was completely open, the windows reflecting the night city well. Decorated with darker comforters, pillows and blankets. A lot for just the aesthetic but mostly for comfort, something for you to hold onto when you wanted.

You worked at Black Rain Bath House, merely a cover for the sex work that happened every single day. The people who work here are called, Courtesans, mainly because everyone here costs a whole lot. Apart from the sex dolls, bots, of course. Though in this world it was hard for anyone to really stay fully natural, most get modifications― for appearance sake or the perks of having tech in them, like heightened agility, eyesight or just wanting metal parts.

You were one of the rare ones here, nothing done, mainly because they seemed pointless to you.

As you had arranged your room well enough for your liking you hear someone step into your room, “You’ve got one tonight, 10 pm.”

The head mistress came into your room with a device, she handed it to you as you stared at her with confusion.

“Only one?” Usually you started work around 8 pm and kept going all night, the least was at least 3 and the most, well, you weren’t even going to mention it.

She chuckles as she nods, “Hmm, he seems diligent on being your only for the night. Words gone around that a fully fleshed girl knows how to treat any man.”

She smirked watching as you sighed, “Wow, I guess I’m pretty popular.”

“Natural girls are hard to find even here, we’ve got a mere handful and you’re the best of them,” She explained, leaning on the side of your door, “Even I dare say, my pussy is definitely not natural― years of this kind of job, it’s synthetic.”

Not that it was bad to enhance yourself with modern technology, it was just that it was extremely popular. A few years back, courtesans with synthetic bodies or even androids were extremely popular but now that it was so popular and mainstream, everyone seemed to go backwards and want the original just plain ole human again.

“Funny how the world changes,” You said, spinning the spherical device around in your hand.

“Well, let’s just say, human men still like the fake shit but those androids or cyborgs love humans,” She shrugged, “At least we both get some.”

She then pushes herself off and begins to leave, turning around to take a look at you. You watched as she pointed to the device, “Read up on this one, he’s a real big one and not just in that way.”

“Have fun,” She struts away before you could respond, her high heels and formal attire leaving your sight. Even though, this was technically a brothel you dressed extremely formal just like bath house employees would, merely ripping all the formality off as soon as you step into the room.

Humming as you motioned for the door to shut. Walking back to sit on your bed, pondering in your thoughts. Rubbing your thumb against the plate on the sphere, watching as information about your client beamed up.

Jeon Jungkook

Age: 21

Race: Human (Previously), Cyborg (Currently)

Enhancements: Right arm (Metal), left eye (Computerised), knee and joint replacements (Metal), Organ replacements (Synthetic)―

Gosh, you can’t even comprehend, most of these are quite serious and seemed as if they were for medical reasons and that wasn’t even all of it. This made you think of what this boy had gone through to have to had so much done, remembering what Mistress said you blinked, Big...

What could she mean by that in a non-sexual way. As you scrolled through his information about birthplace, education and what not you looked at his affiliations.

It was as if your heart stopped beating at the text you read. He was not just anyone big, he was one of the most influential. He lead an Anti-Governmental gang that fought against the laws against weapons and technology. Things like the ban on manufacturing their own without government supervision, it needed to be owned by someone on the board. Laws against testing and creating new technology that would pose to be a threat against government issued technology. Of course it was stupid, mostly the laws were governed in the upper ring, but not here. The night city still infested with crime and illegal activity, the free city.

It was to say the least that you had known him, you’ve seen him before, he was powerful― it was strange to think that he had specifically requested you. Making you feel like you needed to really prove that you were what they say you were.

Feeling strange about your bedding arrangement now, you shivered nervously with the thought of him being in near in a few hours. Maybe you should consider decorating better now.

9:52 pm

The red digital number blinked angrily at you. Dressed in a new outfit you had just bought you sat on one of the loveseat awaiting the arrival of a certain client. Nervously, biting on your lip as you fumbled with the clip on your thigh high socks. Your toes wiggling, barefoot, as there was no need to really wear shoes in your own room.

The client comes to your room in your establishment, he had a number and himself. He’d knock and you’d answer. At this point, you truly didn’t know why you were so nervous, how were you suppose to open the door now.

9:56 pm

Your eyes never leaving the numbers as it slowly got closer to ten. Groaning as you leaned against the cushion on your seat, pulling it out from behind you wrapping it in your arms as your chin rested against it.

9:58 pm

Fuck. You felt like you needed to pee, was it real or just your head. Keeping your head faced towards the clock you kept peering by the side of your eye at the door, awaiting the heavy knock.

9:59 pm

One minute, a chill shot down your legs. Pursing your lips as you tried to look in the mirror at yourself. Wondering if you looked good enough, jeez, you sure did but the nerves was not something you could push away. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach wasn’t the good kind but the gross anxious one.

10:00 pm

It as time, turning towards the door. You watched. But nothing happened, breathing a sigh of relief.

10:03 pm

He must’ve been late. If it was any other client, you’d cancel and find another one. He was paying a high price for you and you weren’t going to be able to just cancel on him for being a few minutes late, you wondered if he even cared about being on time.

Petting the soft cushion on your lap, your legs crossed you nearly forgot about what you were suppose to do, until a heavy knock echoed in your room. As normal, whenever a client knocked the lights would dim, you watched as the door opened and there stood the man.

You could smell him from where you were, your breath hitched at the sight of his glorious self. He wore a suit, without the blazer, it was folded on his arm― a dark red dress shirt clings to his muscular body, the silk shirt left nearly nothing hidden. His hair seemed wet, brushed up, his forehead exposed― even wet you could see the tint of colour in his hair that the blue light in your room shadows.

His eyes were centred on you, eyebrows raised at you, you noticed the eyepatch he wore― he must’ve not finished his eye replacement, though that made him look even more dangerous, in a good way. At first you were confused, then realising that the cushion you had was covering you entirely, pushing it aside quickly as you stood and walked towards him.

“Sorry, I was just waiting on you,” You said, smiling at him. He breathed, taking you in. You looked up at him through your lashes, reaching out asking for his blazer.

He lets out a chuckle before letting you take it, “Sorry about that. I had a long meeting and the world decides to curse me and rain.”

That explained his wet hair and clingy shirt. You took the blazer gently as you motioned for him to come in. The door closing at that. You hurried to put his blazer on the dresser, hopefully it would dry.

You watched as he strode towards the bed. The bed was facing the door entirely, the headboard non-existant as it was a mere bed with a view of the city as the head board, on it’s left was also a floor to ceiling window.

“Nice room,” He said.

“Thanks, most of them look like this― you know without the windows,” You replied, watching his back flex as he turns.

“I wouldn’t know,” He said, eyes trailing down your body, “Never been here before,” oh, well that’s just great, his first experience with the House was going to be you, that’s just fantastic.

“Glad to be your first,” You trailed, getting up close to him. As you stepped closer to him, he stood proud and big watching your every step with lustful eyes, “Hmm, you sure? You seem tense.”

He teased you, of course he did. Not paying mind to it, you ignore it. Reaching his large body, getting a smell of his aroma. Hands placed on his plump chest, you pushed him down on the bed. He smirked, watching as you straddled his sitting frame.

Arms lacing themselves behind him, your lower body grinding against his― feeling the budge of his cock brush against the thin red lace that barely covered you. His large hands grasping the back of your thigh as his fingers ran over the clips of the thigh highs, both of his hands felt the same―must’ve been some expensive prosthetics, “These are pretty hot, though they’d be better off.”

Feeling a pinch and the snap as it fell off, you peered down at him as his attention was fully at your thighs that were spilling out of your socks.

“Hmm, wouldn’t it all be better off?” You asked, pouting your lips. Feeling his hands stop at the other thigh.

“You’re naughty, is this what you humans are like?” He asked, with amusement. Not hiding the fact that his boner was dying to push out of his pants as it rubbed against your clit. He was huge to say the least and that was one of the only real parts of him. The heat radiating him practically making you melt under his touch.

You shrugged, “Aren’t you human?”

“Sort of,” He shrugs before tugging on your socks to get them off. Rare, usually the clients enjoyed keeping them on. You stepped back onto the ground, on your tip toes as his thick hot hands grasped the bands and pulled them both down in one pull, stepping out of them before giving him a light twirl.

Seeing his smile enlarge satisfied you, his hands immediately went to brush against the bare skin of your thighs. You stood in front of him as he pulled you against him. Spreading your thighs so you’d straddle him as you were standing, feeling his hands molded the skin as you felt heat twitching at your centre.

Letting out a gasp at his hand that slipped between your thighs, zoning into your centre, swallowing as you placed your hand on his thick shoulders―holding on to keep yourself upright. His hand wasn’t as hot, your eyebrow twitching trying to get use of the feeling.

“Not used to prosthetics?” He murmured as his finger brushed against your most sensitive bundle. Biting your lip at the sensation.

You shook your head quickly, letting a smirk slip, “I am. Just not you.”

His eyebrows jumped as the corner of his lip curved, his hands leave it’s original place and rub itself up towards your waist, stopping as it reached the small pinch. Squeezing the lace covered bodysuit, trying to get a feeling of the skin beneath it.

One of his hands slipped down and grabbed your ass, groping as he lifted you up, pulling you into him, back to your previous position. His breath now hot against your neck, as his lips were merely a few inches away.

He swallowed, you watched his adam’s apple bop as the veins on his neck thicken. His tongue slid across his lips as he eyed the exposed skin of your neck, his hand still tight on your bottom.

He hissed as he felt your slick wetting your underwear, “Why don’t I get you accustomed then.”

It wasn’t a question, more like an order― his voice raspy, out of breath and deep, the volume echoing into your spine. Getting aroused by the mere sound of his voice, though his touch was nothing to look pass either.

Knocking the wind out of you as he spins you over, pinning you down on the dark blanket. At the corner of your eye you watched as pillows bounced off the bed due to the sheer force. Your mouth gaping at the sight of him above you, breathing heavily as the hair on his head fell across his forehead slightly, he looked fucked out before you even began.

He had his thick muscular thighs pushing against yours spreading them apart, as he did this you heard a gush of arousal push out. Eyes widening in embarrassment but he didn’t seem to care, he seemed to have liked that. Gliding his warm hand that was on your waist up towards the zipper in front of your chest.

Hearing him slip a groan as the zipper was being pulled down, more and more of your cleavage being revealed to him. As it stopped at your hips he slipped his hands against your bare stomach, pushing the lace back, exposing your entire chest to him.

He bit his lip at the sight before a hand grazed one, making you whine at the sensation, “A whiner? Fuck, would you whimper for me?” He moaned at your voice.

It was hot, you felt hot― things were heated, “I’ll do anything you ask.” You whimpered, smiling as your eyes twinkled at his expression. He was pleased, a grin plastered on his face.

“Good,” He breathed, taking a nipple in his mouth. Twirling the nub with his hot, wet tongue― you arched your back letting a moan out. Your hand grasping underneath his arm, scratching against his back, feeling the muscle flex against your nails.

“Argh, how are you’re so hot,” You froze, shit, what did you just say. Guessing that he was confused, you looked scared. Pausing as your face burned red, “I’m sorry.”

He cocks his head, “Why’re you sorry?”

As if he was in disbelief, as if he didn’t understand what you were saying. In the House you weren’t really suppose to speak out of terms, as in you sound only response to your client. Though, you did let it slip every now and then, usually the clients never notice.

“I’m not suppose to―”

“Speak? Seriously?” He chuckles, pulling himself up, his bulge now placed perfectly at your entrance as he leaned on his forearms which were on the sides of your face. He stared down at you, one of his hands cupping your face, “I asked for you because I heard you speak out of ‘terms’, speak all you want baby girl. You got me hard just with that look on your face and fuck I’m leaking from the tone of your voice.”

“But―”

“Aah, no buts, I want to hear all of it,” His lips captured yours in a hot wet kiss, his lips were red from sucking on you before. Your moans were incased in the kiss, arching yourself into him as his hand slipped under your head to pull on your hair. He tasted like mints, must’ve been from the meeting but god he tasted hot, his tongue snaking around yours. He held onto your face, leaving your jaw open and your lips red and swollen.

“So hot, so fucking, hot,” He placed an open mouth kiss on your open lips and practically tongue fucking your mouth. Making you whimper at the rough feeling, feeling hot in your core― aching down there.

Yours hands running over his front, feeling the sculpted abdomen, whining at the feeling of it being clothed. Your eyebrows dropping as your lips pout at him, tucking on the shirt.

He chuckles with a deep breath, pulling away on his knees, “You’re needy, huh?” he began unbuttoning the top of his shirt, seeing more and more skin your smile grew bigger, biting your lips as you watched his bulge near your face. Resting on your elbows, one of your hands brushed against his cock, causing it to twitch.

He lets out a strangled groan, huffing at you. His hands shaking trying to button, what seemed like a million buttons. You felt kind of good teasing him, “Please―”

You palmed the protruding cock, blinking at him, hoping he’d hurry.

“If you want a taste, you’re going to need to take me out, baby,” Oh, so he wanted you to do it. Fine, you took that as a suck me off cue and unbuttoned him. Pulling down the zipper as you watched him slip the shirt off. 

Halting in your tracks at the sight, licking your lips, he took notice of your change of attention, “Like what you see?” He teased.

Taking your hand and placing it on his hardened stomach, his thick veiny hands gripped your smaller one tightly as he used your heat to rub himself. Nodding at his question you pushed off the bed into a sitting position, lips immediately on his hip― sucking on the protruding angle.

“Ah, argh, fuck,” He groaned, you watched as his only visible eye closing at the feeling. You wanted to please him so bad, he looked so good― all your hesitation and fear left at the fucking door.

Pulling his pants and underwear down quickly, taking him by surprise, before he could even say anything you had your hand on the base of his cock. It was huge, being compact and strained inside his tight pants you watched as it strung up to hit his belly button.

He gaped at sensation of a pair of warm hands rubbing on the base of his sensitive dick. His hands rubbing your head through your hair, pulling you in slightly.

“You want me to suck you off?” You tested.

He hummed in response, pulling you in even more. But you kept yourself in the same place, wanting to test him even more.

“Do you? Do you really?” You breathed, your breath blowing against his red, leaking cock. Teasing him as you did.

He seemed to not be very patient as that pretty much ripped him off his nice boy look, his eyes hair and lips set in a firm line― realising that you weren’t just a simple little submissive one but definitely a switch, though he wasn’t going to be having none of the latter. His hand now holding onto your jaw tightly, you stared into his eye― paying more attention to the eyepatch. God, he looked so hot with it.

“Be a good girl and suck me off, okay,” He growled, patting your cheek. You pout at this, feeling his dick throb against your palm as you stayed still.

He realised you weren’t going to do anything from that command, letting out an amused chuckle he bent down towards your face, “Difficult aren’t you? Don’t be a brat, come on―”

“―be a good baby girl and suck daddy’s cock, princess,” He placed a kiss on your forehead. Grinning as you got him to reveal his not so sly kink.

Enough of testing the air, you had your tongue out and licked the tip of the head. Tasting the salty precum, pursing your lips as you pushed his dick to the side. Placing a kiss on the base of his cock, tongue feeling the area before licking the side from base to tip, he choked out a moan at the feeling. Tightening his grasp on your hair, he must’ve liked that. Completely taking the tip in between your lips now.

Feeling the veins that throbbed through his length encased around your lips as he held onto your hair tightly, feeling himself getting so close he began fucking your throat. Gagging and whining at the roughness of his thrusts, you peered up to watch him, blinking as you saw him looking right at you. He choked out a moan as his thrusting jittered and stopped, watching as he quickly pulled himself out― pushing your head back, hearing a lewd pop of your lips, “Fuck, don’t look at me like that when your throat is filled with my cock, baby girl. I nearly came, fuck.”

Pushing you onto your back, he had everything off of you in a split second. Must’ve been that close cum call. Breathing heavily as he pushed your thighs up, placing himself between them. You watched him, his hot, wet― from your sucking, cock dangling it’s glorious self between his thick thighs before they disappeared into the sheets as his body flattened against it.

Completely distracted by his lower half, you didn’t notice his hot breath against your core. Taking you by surprise, a wet and hot lick flattening against your clenching hole, gasping as you felt his tongue exploring you. His hands holding onto your thighs, tightly spreading them apart as one slid itself up to hold your hips down. Completely held down and unable to move your hips against his tongue, he slowed the pace on purpose, hearing the displeased whimper that left your pouty lips he smirked against you as his tongue flicked your sensitive nub, sending a huge jolt of sensation up your spine.

“We’re going to have to prepare your tight little pussy for this huge cock, princess,” He grunts, pushing his thighs underneath your own. Bringing his cock into view again, seeing it twitch and leak at the sight of your clenching saliva wetted hole.

His hand feeling down your cleavage, stomach, naval and stopping right before it hit your most needy spot, whining and thrusting your now free hip at him. He lets out a breathy chuckle before slipping his finger inside you, clenching at the thrust. He gaped, cocking his head, “Only one and already, whimpering? Fuck.”

His other hand squeezing your bottom as the pinky brushed against another hole, letting out a sharp breath you realised reacting like so was a mistake, seeing the arched eyebrow plastered on his face and his curved lip. As if he didn’t know he brushed another finger there.

“Aren’t you full of surprises?” Leaving the finger already thrusted, knuckle deep into your pussy he teased the ring on your bum, feeling the hole clenching hard by the mere brush peaking his interest, “As much as I personally like this, you’d cum way too fast from this― we’ll keep this hole shut til next time.”

Leaving your other hole lonely and tight, he began thrusting again now with another finger. You couldn’t help but reach down to grab onto his wrist, feeling how hard his hand was and how fast he was going. He watched you with his body now leaning over you, hand flat by the side of your face. You could feel his throbbing dick rubbing against the inside of your thigh.

Moaning breathlessly at his pace, you felt it. You high racing up, you body tensing and clenching, he hummed at the tightness and began rubbing his thumb against your clit. A large gasp left your lips, holding onto his shoulder as your eyes shut and eyebrows squeezed together at the simulation, breathing out curses and moans you left gushes of cum pouring out of your.

“Fuck―uh―keep going, fuck!” there it was, already looking completely fucked out and coming undone infront of him. His eyes were watching his fingers disappearing inside you, biting his own lip as he felt it all.

He grinned at the cum all over his hand, “Great job.”

Taking that cum and rubbing it onto his length, pulling on it― getting himself ready as if he wasn’t hard as a fucking rock already. Pulling away from you, letting your arms drop down against the comforter. He pulled his pants off completely, alongside with his underwear. Nearly cumming again from the sight of his sculpted body, fully nude in front of you. 

“We’re not done yet, ready to go again?” He murmurs as he was paying a whole lot of attention to your swollen pussy.

“Of course I’m ready,” You breathed, you were so ready to feel that thick cock inside of you.

Chuckling, and letting out a low response he got to it. Placing your thighs on the sides of his waist, pulling you down to meet his hips. Pulling on his soaked cock he lined it against your already clenched whole, from the mere sight and though of him inside.

Rubbing the head up and down the slit, avoiding your clit, he pushed his hips forward feeling the head slip in a bit before pulling out and doing the same thing, “Stop teasing me.”

You whined, pouting at him. His lips curved, “You’re going to need to stop clenching then, it’s never going to go in like this.”

Rolling your eyes, settling onto your elbows you breathed slowly trying your best to stop clenching before he’s even inside, letting out a deep breath Jungkook began pushing in again but now not stopping once the head in nearly all the way in. Gasping at the feeling of fullness you held onto his forearms, squeezing, reassuring him to go on.

Thrusting up fully, and roughly, bottoming out against you. You let out a pitched gasp as he groaned, head dropping onto your shoulder. Letting you set yourself, you squeezed his arm again― he nodded against your shoulder, placing a wet open mouthed kiss against it before pulling out nearly all the way and thrusting. Your body shaking at every thrust, he held your waist to keep you in place. Dropping your head back moaning, he took the chance to suck on your neck drowning out his own moans.

Your legs wrapped around him, keeping him close you could feel him going faster, he must’ve been close. Beads of sweat rolling down him, you let out a loud whimper, “I’m close.”

“Yea? Fuck, I am too.” He looks up at you. Taking the opportunity of both being close, you wrapped your hands around his cheeks keeping his face up looking at you.

Your eyes opening and closing to his thrusting, moaning for him to see, watching his dark eye glazing over your lips. Your hand brushing against the string of the patch, Jungkook took your expression and reached his hand up to pull it off. His eyes both narrowing into you, you felt as if this was extremely thoughtful― seemed like an extremely big gesture to reveal something he was hiding from everyone.

Taking his lips you wet your tongue against his, sucking and pulling. Moaning into his mouth as your high came again, this one inside your core. His own choked breath you felt through his lips, pulling away you gasped.

“Come on then, cum for me,” He said.

His voice was enough to trigger your entire body to shiver, feeling the tinge and spike at your core. His thick cock holding that clenching making the sensation so much more heightened. Letting yourself go completely, visibly shaking in his arms. Eyes shutting and feeling it all.

He raced for his high not long after, using your high to help himself. Within a single loud groan you felt him fill you up completely. He was completely bottomed out inside you feeling your clenching and his throbbing cock inside you, both your cum filling you up.

As you both caught your breaths and came down from your high, he gently pulled out watching as the cum spilled out. What a sight. He rubs your thighs sensually before getting up.

Relaxing against your tower of pillows you stretched, feeling the cracks in your back and relief of the sounds. Watching Jungkook as he wondered around your room, “What are you doing?”

He perked up, turning to you. His body showing off his plump ass and softening cock, “Uh, towels?”

You let out a laugh before pointing towards the dresser where his blazer was, he nods and moves towards it, pulling out the first towel he sees. Getting back on the bed, his knees digging into the duvet, his weight completely shifting you. Holding onto his arm as he bounced around. He breathed an apology for being so rough, for jumping on the bed like that, you shook your head not really caring about it.

He wiped away the leftovers of your passionate fucking. Tossing the towel away as he captured your lips again. His tongue poking at your lips wanting entry.

“Baby girl, don’t be like that,” He pouts, looking much cuter now without the eyepatch. You chuckled at his pouting, a finger brushing over the red hair covering his eye. Purple and blue neon lights, reflecting against his eye. He swallowed, watching as you stared at the eye he kept hidden before.

“I don’t understand why you hide it,” You muttered, poking at the puffy bags under his eye instead of paying much attention to the eye.

He smiled, genuinely, “I don’t either, people think I have prosthetics in them,” shrugging before continuing, “I don’t, it’s just the colour― it kinda bothers me.”

Humming as you looked at it, the bottom half seemed normal, just brown like the other yet the top part was blue with specs of gray, “Did something bad happen to it?”

He shook his head, brushing your hair over your shoulder― placing another kiss on it, right at where he left a mark, “Something like that, it’s weird, huh?”

“Weird? No, it’s probably the most normal thing about you,” You replied, watching as he gave you a confused look.

Continuing on, as it seemed he needed the explanation, “You changed your body so much, from organic body parts that you lost into bionic parts instead of living with it. Whilst with this eye, you could’ve easily gotten it removed and changed even with organic parts yet you kept it. In a way, keeping the memory of it becoming that way, living with it. You tell me you’re not human, but you are. Being human is being able to adapt and live with whatever happens with you, even if you’ve had other things done, you kept something that everyone can see.”

An impressed huff left his lips, he grinned as he met your eyes again, “And yet during your ‘job’ they tell you to keep your mouth shut.”

“They’re just scared of how smart you are, how human you are, aren’t they?” He brushed his fingers against your jaw.

Blinking at him, letting your lips curve, “Maybe, though I don’t usually talk this much to anyone.”

“I guess I’m special,” He replies. Chuckling you hit his shoulder, he pretended that it hurt and rubs it, before his expression changes.

“So,” He flexes his back and straightens up, “Would you consider going outside with me?”

Furrowing your eyebrows as you looked out into the night, “What do you mean? I don’t think I can do that―”

“I think you can, I have you for the entire night.”

Watching him hop out the bed and throw his clothes back on in effort to make you agree, sighing at it knowing that leaving this room with this man would forever change you, it would change your life― whether it be for the better or worse, nothing was stopping you from taking the risk.

“Alright.”

c. 2018

[alphaabucky]

JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES

BACK TO MASTERLIST

* = SMUT

IMAGINES/ONE SHOTS/REQUESTS

BABY YOU’RE ALL RED

PUMPKIN FUN

I’M NEVER SENDING YOU NUDES AGAIN

CAN YOU GUYS JUST FUCK ALREADY? / 2 /

THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’RE DOING BEFORE YOU DO SOMETHING STUPID

“I LOVE YOU OKAY? HAPPY NOW?”

I’LL NEVER LEAVE YOU

ME BEFORE YOU

GRIND ON ME LIKE YOU GRINDED THAT PILLOW

SERIES

MY, OMEGA / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / **

^^ Out of all the new coming Omegas, will he choose you?

TO LOVE? OR TO KILL?

^^ Can you write one where Bucky and the reader were dating but they got in a huge argument and are ignoring each other so when they go on a mission together Nat has to go too so they don’t fight too much. But when something goes wrong Bucky has to decide on which one to save. The reader, the one he loved, or Nat, the woman who helped him escape. And out of loyalty he chooses Nat

I’M JUST NOT HER / 2 / 3 / 4 /  (COMPLETED)

^^ request: Can you pls do one where reader and Bucky are good friends and everyone on the team thinks they have something special. Then the reader likes Bucky but she’s too naïve, only to find out that he has feelings for Nat. Reader then avoids him for a while to go on missions and train hard to ‘be more like Nat’. Want a happy ending too.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / (COMPLETED)

^^ request: Hey :) I have a request for you! I think a fic where the reader is Steve’s sister so she is at the tower and develops a crush on Bucky could be cool, especially if you wrote it! Could be protective Steve and flirty Bucky idk? PS I love all of your stories

NO MORE SEX! / 2 / 3 / 4 / (COMPLETED) **

^^ You and Bucky have a petty little argument, making you frustrated and ending the argument completely saying “fine! Fine! You know what? No physical contact! No nothing for… for 2 months!!”. For the first week it got hard, but then he started playing cruel, teasing games; and you being you can’t help but play a game of your own.

INFATUATION / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / (COMPLETED)

^^ Will your father, Tony Stark, ever accept your love for the man who killed his parents?