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Can u pls do jjk men fic w a chubby reader where the boys like her but they think he wouldn’t go for her cuz she’s a lil extra thicc.

(Maybe other jealous ppl tell her that too n make her insecure) and then the boys find out and confess n stuff (and spice too maybe) :3

JJK Men: You’re Beautiful!

Summary: JJK Men react to someone making you feel insecure about your body.

Characters: Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna (Roommate AU), Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Chubby!AFAB!Reader

Warnings: making out, public smexy stuff, dry humping feeling up, body worship, language, fatphobia, body shaming, weight insecurities, Word

Count: 9K

A/N: Sorry for the lack of content! I wanted to finish this fic, and I have two others that are almost done, but your girl kept passing out in the middle of editing this! I hope you enjoy it!!

Choso Kamo:

“Snacks?”

“Check.”

“Water?”

“Check!”

“Picnic blanket?”

There was a pause on the other line of the phone. “Shit!” Choso yelled as you watched him turn back towards his house. “I knew I was forgetting something.” You bit down on your lip, kicking your feet as he turned his pretty eyes on you. The second your eyes made contact, you felt your cheeks flush as he smiled softly.

You felt your cheeks flush under his gaze as he turned and went back inside his apartment. You fell harder for your best friend when he smiled at you like that. The man you sat next to in art class who was quiet and kept to himself. Sitting there despite your friend's pleas for you not to had been the best decision of your entire life. Choso was amazing! He was sweet and talented, and he had a huge heart.

He loved his brothers and took amazing care of them, and God, he was so sweet. Plus, he was like the hottest guy you’d ever seen. God, you had it down for him, but you didn't dare tell him how you felt—not yet.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Choso said as he walked to his car.

“N-Nothing!”

“There is because you haven't shown me your outfit.”

You perked up, grinning as you propped the phone on your vanity, standing far enough to show Choso your outfit. “I'm wearing a crop top and shorts!” you grinned, twirling around, showing off your thick, curvy body that you loved. What do you think?” When you glanced at the phone, you nearly tripped as you saw Choso smiling dreamily at you, his chin resting on his steering wheel as he stared.

“You look cute.” He said in an almost hushed tone that had your heart racing. “Alright, I’m on my way. I’ll be there soon.”

“Sounds good. Please be safe while driving over here.”

“I always am.”

The second line disconnected, and you shoved your face into the corner and kicked your feet. He was so cute, and he said you were adorable! This was the best day ever, and he hadn’t even picked you up yet. Your eagerness had you rushing out of your room into the living room, where you found your roommate sitting. She was watching television, and as soon as she heard your entrance, she glanced up, eyes wide as she did a double takeover of your outfit.

You looked smoking hot. Your boobs were perfectly fitted in the tight crop top. At the same time, the curve of your ass would have men howling at it like those old-timey cartoons. Your hair was styled perfectly, and your light makeup was done. You were a stunning sight. But it wasn’t just your beauty that had your roommate seething with jealousy. It was your confidence and your giddy attitude over the fact that Choso Kamo was taking you out.

“Where are you off to?”

“Oh, Choso is taking me to the park! They’re having a movie night there, so we got tons of snacks, and we’re just going to watch a movie and talk under the stars.” The dreamily lovey-dovey look in your eyes made you already jealous of your roommate.

“You're going out like that?”

Her words had you stopping in your tracks as you glanced down at yourself. “Yeah—? Why do I have a hole in my pants or something?” You glance back at your pants.

“No, it's just—you’re going to be wearing a crop top in public with Choso?”

“I always wear crop tops.”

Your roommate could see the hesitation in your eyes at her words. “Yeah, but that’s normally when we’re with our other friends. You know friends who are thick like you. You’ll be sitting on a blanket next to Choso, who looks like an artisan carved him out of marble.” You swallowed, poking at your cute tummy. “I just wouldn't want you to be embarrassed; you are a little extra thick.” She stood up, carrying her past you and moving towards the kitchen. “You aren’t trying to impress him by wearing something like that, right?”

You had been trying to impress him. You picked out your cutest and the shorts that looked great on you. This was the outfit you always wore when you needed a confidence boost.

“Oh—you were trying to impress him, weren’t you?” You swallowed hard at your suddenly dry throat. “Oh honey, you’re too thick for him. Could you imagine being on top of him?” She shook her head as she threw her bowl in the sink. “If you want to impress him, maybe pick up on my workout regiment?”

Her words left you feeling stunned as you scoffed. “That was fucking rude.” You snapped, eyebrows throwing together as you glared. “Choso said my outfit looked cute. And you might be insecure with your body, but I love mine.” Your roommate rolled her eyes as she grabbed her keys off the counter, heading for the door.

“Cute as in a sisterly way, probably.”

As the door to your shared department behind her, you resisted the urge to throw her mother’s face at the door. Ever since you and Choso had grown closer together, your roommate, who was a friendly acquaintance, had turned into a mythic bitch. She was constantly jabbing you about your weight and what you wore. It might be time for you to start looking for a new roommate or somewhere else to live. She had just to be jealous, which shouldn’t affect you.

But it did.

As you glanced at the mirror, you suddenly felt overly exposed. She was right; Choso had a nice build, and you were curvy and thick. Those toxic, cruel words had you reaching into the closet, slipping on a hoodie over your shorts before you headed downstairs to wait for Choso to arrive.

The second he pulled up in front of your dorm, the passenger-side window rolled down. “Hey cutie, ready fo—” Choso frowned eyeing the hoodie as you got in the front seat. “Uhm, what happened to the crop top and shorts?” He prodded as he pulled onto the main road, heading for the park.

“Uhm—I got cold.”

“It’s eighty degrees.”

“Yeah? So?”

Choso sighed, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he focused on the road. “You know I hate it when you lie to me.” That stung like a lash from a whip.

“I’m not lying.” You sighed out, tilting your head back.

“Ha, you honestly think I’m buying that? I know you. And I know when you’re cold because you’re normally on top of me, trying to steal my body heat. So you aren’t cold.” It was almost annoying that he knew you so well. But at the same time, you were thankful that he did. Slowly turning your head, you could see him glancing at you every few seconds while he maintained a vigilant gaze on the road. “So, are you going to come up with another shitty lie? Or are you gonna tell me why you’re wearing a hoodie over the outfit you were so excited to show me.”

You groaned, scrubbing your hands down your face before turning in your seat. “Has anyone told you that it’s annoying how observant you are?” The remark only had your crush smiling. “Fine, fine, uhm—” you rubbed your neck, “my roommate made some pretty nasty comments, so I wasn’t feeling as confident in it.”

Anger tagged at the features of Choso’s face. “What?!” He snapped, turning his gaze back on you.

“Yeah, it’s pretty shocking, to say the least. She said lots of stuff. Mostly along the lines that I was too thick to be wearing what I was.” Those words rang in your ears. “She asked if I was trying to impress you, and when I said I was, she said I was too thick for you. And I snapped back, telling her you said my outfit was cute.” The blinker clicked several times. It chose to pull off the main road and down a dark alley. “And then she said that it was most likely in a brotherly way. Which I knew it was bullshit because we’re friends and you were just hyping me up.”

“No, " the car stopped completely. You’re both wrong.”

When you turned your attention back on Choso, he unbuckled his seatbelt. “I-I was wrong?” you squeaked as he learned over the console. His thick, long fingers grabbed both sides of your face.

“Yeah, I meant it in an I have the biggest fucking crush on you, and I want to kiss the hell out of you kind of way.”

You breathed heavily as he brushed his nose against yours, closing the distance between you. “W-What a coincidence, I have the biggest crush on you too.” He hummed stray dark strands of hair, tickling your cheek. “A-And I would love to kiss you.” You were suddenly yanked forward, Choso’s lips on yours as he kissed you like you had never been kissed before.

You melted, and the sweet taste of mint flooded your mouth as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip. With a soft moan, you opened your mouth for him, shaking as his hands reached around you, grabbing the back of your head, forcing your lips harder against his as he deepened the kiss. His tongue moved feverishly against yours as he pulled you tight against his chest.

“M-mm!” You moaned, digging your fingers into his shirt, reciprocating the want that he had shown you.

Choso broke the kiss, first panting heavily as he glared at your hoodie as if it had insulted one of his brothers. “Take this off; I wanna see your body.” He growled, grabbing the fabric shielding you from his gaze, tugging it over your head, and throwing it somewhere in the backseat. “Oooh fuck.” He whispered, hands gliding over your shoulder, saying he took in an eye full of your beauty. “You’re so pretty.” His eyes slowly met yours as he yanked you over the console.

“W-Wait!” You yelped out, your roommate's words hitting you at a terrible time. “Hold on!”

“My windows are tinted. It’s fine.”

“That’s not it! I don’t want to crush you.”

“Honey,” you squeaked out another gasp as Choso bull-yanked you over the console of the car, flopping you down on his lap. “You aren’t going to crush me. Fuck.” He groaned as he laid the seat back. “Fuccck, you’re so pretty.” He whispered, running his hands over your beautiful curves, fingers gently caressing the stretch marks on your sides. “You have no idea how much I wanted this. To have you in my arms, kissing you, worshiping your beautiful body.”

You moaned, shaking slightly as you pressed his face and your breasts, kissing and nipping out your cleavage. “F-Fuck—” Shivers ran down your spine, and goosebumps littered your arms; your best friend continued to run his hands up and down your body, taking you in like this was the first time he saw you.

“You’re a masterpiece.” His hands grow up your ass, squeezing it. “I can’t believe I can finally admire your beauty up close and personal and not from afar anymore.” Choso ran his tongue over your breasts while his hands moved your hips, encouraging you to rock against him.

“C-Choso~ g-god me too; I‘ve wanted you for so long.”

“Then have me.”

Your hips automatically began rocking against the hardening bulge in his jeans, drawing out soft moans from the both of you. Each roll of your jean-clad shorts against him was like electricity, like fireworks going off at a summer festival. It was exciting and new, and each move was more exciting than the first, as you were both bound by rhythm, and that was perfect in no time. Choso’s fingers dug into your hips as your lips found his neck, nipping and sucking at his sensitive skin, growing out the prettiest sounds from him.

This felt like a dream, a dream that you had had many times. But the smell of spice and pine let you know that this was not a dream. It was reality, and it was a reality where your best friend was moaning underneath, you bucking his hips up against your core as you relentlessly ground down on him.

“Nngh~ fuck, that feels so good.”

“C-Cho, fuck you’re so hard.”

He laughed, and it was smooth and rich, like dark chocolate. “I’m always hard around you.” He admitted, his hands leaving your hips, slowly slipping under your shirt to grope and tease your breasts. “I like you so much. I liked you before you even sat next to me in class, f-fuck!” Choso cried out, throwing his head back as you sucked on his skin, leaving marks everyone would be able to see.

“Yeah~?”

“Fuck y-yeah, haaah,” you watched an ecstasy as his eyes rolled back into his. “I-I was working u-up the courage to talk t-to nngh!” A loud moan broke through his words as you rolled your hips in a circle over his hard cock. “Oooh, holy fuck—it’s hard to talk when you’re doing that.”

“Ooh, I’m sorry, honey.” You weren’t sorry in the slightest. “You can continue.”

Choso sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth. “I-I was working up the courage to talk to you, but you beat me.” He spat out before his voice broke as you rolled your hips faster against that hard bulge in his. “Fuck—c-confessions later, it’s hard to be serious when I’m trying not to cum in my pants.” Knowing that you already had them on the edge only encouraged your momentum.

“Ooh~ what stopping you from doing that?

“Heh, I don’t want to make a mess inside of my pants like a teenager again.” You rocked harder against him. “Fuck, but you seem determined.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about messing up your pants; you could mess up my mouth instead.”

The confidence, the tone of your voice, and the friction were Choso’s downfall.

You felt him twitching his pants before bucking up relentlessly against you. And in that moment, you had never been more thankful than inseams and jeans. That perfect scene rubbed right against you in quite the ideal way, drawing shattering cries from you as you forward onto Choso’s chest and coming inside your panties, right along with him. The waves of pleasure left you twitching as your heart thundered in your ears.

After a few minutes of lying in the afterglow, you pulled away to look down at the man underneath you. He looked as dazed as you felt. His cheeks were flushed a pretty shade of pink, and his fingers ran lazily up and down your back. Choso looked like every dream he’d ever dreamt had just come true. It was a blissful expression, one that you fairly certainly mirrored.

“I should’ve told you a long time ago, I felt. And I’m sorry my confession came out under such shitty circumstances.” Choso whispered as he sat slightly, peppering your shoulders with kisses.

“I could’ve easily confessed to you, too; I was just nervous.”

“We both were.” He corrected, wrapping his arms around you. “But I want you to know I meant every word I said. I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and my best friend.”

You take your bottom lip between teeth and smile shyly down at him. “You’re my best friend to Cho, and thank you for liking me for me.” He hummed, slapping your ass and drawing out a squeak from you.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way. And as much as I would love to keep you on my lap, I think we need to make a pit stop at my apartment before we go to the park. I need to change my pants.”

“Oor~ we could have a movie night in your bedroom? With no clothes on. Because believe it or not, leaving naked underneath, you would be a lot more cuter than this outfit when you agree.”

Choso turned red, not saying a word at first before his hands massaged your ass. “Get this sweet succulent in the passenger seat right now. We’re going back to my place.” And you were right; your crop top looked much better on his floor next to his clothes.

Ryomen Sukuna:

Gojo always found an excuse to go party at his luxurious house. His excuse this week was to celebrate his new puppy. It was an excuse everyone would gladly use to spend an evening dancing, drinking, and smoking. You and your roommate Sukuna were two of those people.

“Did You seriously bring a fucking gift for the dog?” your crimson-eye roommates snapped as he opened the door to Gojo’s house for you.

“For starters, her name is Kiki, and secondly, yes, I did.” you turn to look up at your towering roommate. His face tattoo is even visible in the low lights on the porch. “You drop the beer. I brought the gift. That’s what makes us a great team.”

Sukuna looked away; annoyance etched into his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, teammates.” he smacked your ass with the six-pack he was carrying, pushing you through the threshold. “Go on, teammate, get that ass of yours inside.” you barked out inside the crowded house and searched for your mutual friends. “Oi, I’m going to drop this off in the kitchen, okay?”

“Okay!” you yelled over the blaring music before venturing into the living room.

You spotted Satoru on the couch with a husky puppy sitting on his lap. Bright blue eyes met you as you approached. “Stop!” Gojo nudged a smoking Suguru, who choked on his hit. “Who the fuck is this sexy bitch?” Kiki barked almost in agreement as you grinned, handing the tug-of-war toy to Kiki, who sniffed it hesitantly before chewing on it approvingly. “Seriously, you look so hot. Did you get all dolled up for your asshole roommate?”

“No, I just felt like dressing up a little.” Dressing in a short red and black plaid skirt and a tight red T-shirt with something you rarely did. You weren’t exactly thin. Your butt was too big, your thighs pressed together when you walked, and your tummy was soft. You loved your body, all the dimples and stretch marks that came along with your curvy figure, but mostly showed off around the apartment wearing a tank top and dolphin shorts. You often wear leggings and an oversized jacket when you are out and about, but tonight was different.

Sukuna had been the one encouraging you to dress up, telling you to live a little and wear what you wanted. Initially, You hesitated, but you decided that maybe he was right. Life was too short to suffer inside of a hoodie!

“You look hot.” Geto chimed in, taking another hit from a blunt. “You should dress like that more often; I can feel the confidence radiating off you.”

“That's what I keep telling her.”

You smiled as your roommate came up behind you, draping his arm over your shoulders. “Maybe now you’ll believe me.”

“I don’t know, Sukuna; you should see how some of these guys look at her.” Gojo shifted Kiki to his other arm. “You might be going home alone tonight.”

“Shut the fuck up, Gojo.”

“I’m just speaking the truth!” Satoru shrugged the shoulder, pushing himself up. “Better act before someone else does.” Your roommate growled to ignore. “Now, if you excuse me, I have to take Kiki outside for potty training.

Before your friend could even step away, Shoko and Utahime hurriedly stepped in front of him. “Gojo, some delivery person is here with a three-tier cake, and he won’t bring it in until you sign for it.” A three-tier cake for a dog party?

Gojo looked between Shoko and his pretty husky. “Fuck, okay, let me put Kiki ou—” You stepped in, holding your arms out.

“I can take her out for you. I know how important potty training is for puppies.”

“Really, oh my God, thank you.” He pressed to kiss on top of Kiki’s head before handing her over to you. “Be good for your auntie. I’ll be back!”

“Hey, do you need me to come with you?” Sukuna asked as he nursed a beer.

“No, we’re all good!” Kiki probably turned you, licking your chin as you carried her to the backyard, replacing her down on the grass. “Good girl Kiki go potty, sweetie.” you praised her, the grass following her further out into the yard. “You’re such a pretty girl—”

“Did you see Sukuna’s roommate?” a voice called out from the back porch, and the door opened and closed.

“Who didn’t?” a man chimed in with a laugh. “You could spot that girl out in a heartbeat.”

“No shit! She’s a sore thumb compared to Sukuna! I honestly feel bad for him.”

Your stomach soured as you stayed out of sight of their cruel words. “Seriously, she should think before she dresses like that and when she’s around Sukuna on top of it! I would’ve been so embarrassed being seen with her in that skirt.”

Their choir of laughter had you sinking onto the grass. You thought your outfit looked good. Gojo, Geto, and Sukuna thought so, too, but maybe they were just being nice because they were your friends. These assholes had a point. Your roommate was so handsome, and you weren’t feeling the prettiest.

As Kiki sniffed the grass mindlessly before the door opened again. The assholes on the porch suddenly grew as you followed their gaze to Sukuna, who was looking around. They said nothing as he huffed out and sighed in annoyance.

“Have you guys seen my roommate?”

“No—I’m sure we would remember if we saw ‘her.’” one of the girls snickered, making you sink further onto the ground. Was this the part where your roommate joined in with their teasing? Making comments about your outfit? Being honest about what he thought.

You shut your eyes tight as you braced yourself for the truth. “What the fuck do you mean by that? Why are you laughing?” you perked up to look at a very pissed-off Sukuna.

“Well, let’s be honest, man, with her thighs, she shouldn’t be—”

The last words didn’t even get a chance to leave his mouth as Sukuna grabbed the asshole by the front of his shirt. “ I would think very carefully before the next words leave your fucking mouth.” you watched your roommate slam this dick against the wall of the porch. “That’s my girl you’re talking about.” his girl? Your cheeks flushed as you watched color leave the man's face.

“I-I’m sorry, man, I didn’t know!”

“Yeah? Well, now you do. Get the fuck out of my sight before I decide you’re not worthy of being in the same vicinity as me.”

The instant the assholes left, running inside with their tails between their legs, you picked yourself up off the grass, shuffling forward. Sukuna’s head lifted as he listened to your footsteps, turning his head and listening to you approaching him from behind. He scoffed, turning on his heel, leaning over the railing, and glancing at you.

“I’m going to take a while, guess, and say you heard everything those fuckers said.”

“Yep.”

“You know they’re full of shit, right?” You hummed, putting your hands behind your back because you stood below him, looking up at the porch. “I’m serious; they’re nothing but jealous pieces of shit. You’re beautiful.”

“And I'm also apparently your girl, too.”

Shock didn’t cross his features; his fingers curled in slightly as he kept his transfixed on you. “Yeah, I want you to be my girl. I'm tired of being this teammate to you. And I honestly don’t know how clear I can be about how I feel about you.” Now that he was being so blatant with his words, you were finally starting to see what he was talking about.

All the late-night cuddle sessions, the lingering touches on your hips when he passed you, how he looked at you sometimes. Your roommate had been flirting with you this whole time, and you hadn’t realized it until he called you his girl. It was almost embarrassing to be so blind to his advances, but there was a time to be embarrassed about that later. Right now, you wanted to focus on the words he had just said.

“Why?”

Sukuna shows no signs of confusion or fear. His face remains blank, like an empty canvas. “Why what?”

“Why would you even want me to be your girl? I mean, look at me.”

“I am.”

You flushed as you bore into his eyes. “Okay, and you see me, right? You heard that asshole say, I shouldn’t be wearing skirts; I stick out like a sore thumb compared to you. People, apparently, think I’m not good enough.” A shadow flashed across your face as your roommate leaked over the edge of the porch, landing on the grass in front of you.

“Ive wanted you from the second you walked into our apartment.” Sukuna grabs both your wrists, gently holding them in his hands. “Im so fucking attracted to you. You have the perfect fucking body. I want you. I would not be able to keep my hands off of you if you even gave me a chance to touch you.”

“K-Kuna—” You gasped as his arms sneaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “I-I— are you sure?”

Instead of responding to your question, Sukuna leaned forward, pressing his lips against the drawers in a kiss that could stop time itself. The lingering taste of alcohol made your head spin as he backed you up against the pool house, pressing you firmly against it, one hand gripping the side of your face while the other slammed against the door.

His lips moved feverishly against yours, and your wall slowly began to come down around him. You found yourself no longer hesitating as you remembered his words and how passionately he had spoken of you. Your hands, which had limply stayed by your side, lifted up, and your fingers ran through his hair. You pulled him more tightly against your chest. And it was an action that your roommate absolutely loved.

Feeling you getting into the kiss into the passion that he had felt for you for so long, made Sukuna snarl as he gripped your hips, lifting you up as he searched for the handle to the door of the poolnhouse. He was going to take you in there and take his time to show you just exactly how much you meant to him. And how much he wanted you.

But finding the handle turned out to be a lot more difficult when his lips were on yours. “Where the fuck is the stupid handle?” Sukuna growled out, pulling away from your lips for a second before slamming them back against you, stepping back an inch in search of the handle from a different angle.

“I think it’s the left.” You out in between breaths of air before your lips connected with him again. But as your roommate searched for the handle, he found himself drifting along the side of the house, which had been a mistake.

It was a mistake on both of your parts. When Sukuna went to put his hand down on the wall, he came into contact with nothing. He had unknowingly reached the edge of the pool house and found himself tumbling forward with you wrapped in his arms. You let out a scream of shock as water engulfed you, and you both fell into Gojo’s pool. But this slight hiccup didn’t stop you—notin the slightest.

The instant you broke through the surface of the water, both of you blindly searched for each other. When you felt his body heat, you threw your arms around your roommate's neck, holding him close as you wrapped your legs around his waist. This allowed him to freely carry you towards the back of the pool, where he slammed you against the cool pebble tech wall.

“Sorry about your outfit,” Sukuna growled as he pulled back just enough to allow him to pull your shirt up and throw it over your head on the patio.

“Does it look like I give a fuck about my outfit right now?” You asked, grabbing a hold of his shirt, tugging it up and over your head, tossing it into the water, allowing it to float somewhere off in the pool.

“No, I honestly don’t think you give a fuck about it.”

“Then why are we still talking about it?”

Sukuna smirked, licking his lips slowly. “Alright, I hear ya’ I guess I’ll go ahead and let my lips do the talking.”

While you both made out in the back of the pool, Gojo stepped outside, looking around for you as he picked Kiki up off the ground. “Hey~? You good? Please tell me you didn’t fall in my pool and drowned.” He was starting to step forward when the unstable sound of splashing water, followed by a string of moans, stopped him in his tracks.

Kiki yelped happily as Gojo snickered, heading into the pool house, grabbing a couple of fresh towels, and setting them on the pool deck near the steps. “Well~ it looks like he took my advice and finally stepped up and took some action,” Gojo told his pretty dog as he headed back into the house, dimming the lights around the pool, making your steamy session just a bit more romantic.

Nanami Kento:

“So it’s a date?” Shoko asked, watching you Finish applying some very light makeup to your face.

“It is not a date. Nanami Just happened to have an extra ticket to my favorite musical. We’re friends, and there’s nothing more than that.”

“Oh, he just happened to have an extra ticket to your favorite musical. But he’s also taking you to a fancy restaurant beforehand?”

“It’s one of his favorite restaurants, and he wanted to take me there.”

Shoko blew smoke from the window to your balcony, shaking her head. “Boy, I bet you’re in for the surprise of a lifetime tonight.” You shot your best friend an annoyed glance in the mirror.

“We’re just friends—” Even though you wanted to be more than friends with the handsome, sweet, caring blonde you had fallen head over heels for. “so drop it.”

“Nah, I don’t think I will.” Shoko put her cigarette out in the ashtray you had for her. “I cannot let you go on your date like—this.” She grimaced, eyeing your dress suit that skillfully hid your curves and thick thighs from the world.

You pouted, smoothing out the long skirt that went past your knees. “What’s wrong with it?”

“What isn't wrong with it? You look like a mother at her daughter's wedding. Or an elderly college professor. Or you look like you’re about to go in for a job interview, trying to make yourself look more professional than you are.”

Each very accurate comparison felt like a stab to your back. “Damn! Tell me how you feel. Sho, fuck.” She opened her mouth, and you quickly raised your hand, silencing her. “Wait, no, please don't,” Shoko smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, what do you suggest I do?” Shoko, head to your closet, opening the door wide.

“The red one.”

Nanami arrived at your door right on time. He took a deep breath, adjusting his burgundy tie, before knocking on the door. Tonight was the night he was going to confess how he felt, how he wanted to be more than friends. His nerves were strong as iron as he focused on the door. There was nothing in the world that would stop him.

Your door opened, and Nanami swore he felt like you had personally punched him in the gut. You looked stunning. The tight red fabric clung to your waist showing over your unique curves; his eyes trailed lower, and god, the dress's sides were slit open, allowing him to get a peek at your succulent thick thighs. You had never dressed like this around him before; by god, you were like a masterpiece right off a canvas.

“Kento, are you okay?” His eyes glued on you and you alone, leaving you slightly flushed.

Your best friend shook his head, blinking before his gaze met you. “Oh, uhm, yes, yes, I am.” He did another quick glance over you. “I’m sorry, I just, I’ve never—” His eyes were glued on the slit in the dress. His expression was almost unreadable, making you feel like shrinking in on yourself.

This was the first time you’d ever worn anything this revealing around him. Usually, you wore loose-fitting clothes, so wearing a form-fitting gown was different. Something that had rendered him speechless. Which could be a good thing or a bad thing. That was something you didn’t care to find out about.

“Different,” you answered for him instead, gripping your clutch as you stepped out. “So, uhm, should we get going?”

“Of course.”

That initial interaction had set the tone for your entire evening. The drive to the delicious restaurant was quiet with stolen glances. Ones solely focused on your hips and your thighs. You had hoped maybe things would settle down once you sat down to eat at the restaurant. But things only seem to progress into something more. Nanami’s eyes seemed to linger on other patrons at the restaurant who passed you by.

Maybe wearing this dress was a mistake. You felt exposed to your best friend in the entire world and anyone that passed by. You tried to focus on what Shoko had told you to envision when she pulled the dress from the back of your closet.

‘You’re a badass sexy bitch, own it!’

Yeah, owning it wasn't something you’d ever been comfortable doing. You had been a little thicker than others the entirety of your life. Dealing with that, being called names has taught you how to conceal yourself. If you wore all black and hid your supposed flaws behind layers of clothes, you would worry about anyone staring at you, which is exactly what everyone was doing.

Having people glance you over made your stomach sour as you tried to enjoy your food. You wanted to play it cool and make it look like nothing was wrong, but your attempts didn't go unnoticed. Nanami could see how you shifted; a visible unease etched into your pretty features.

That unease had you hugging yourself as you walked to the theater. You had hardly said a word to each other, and the tension felt thick. While you felt uncomfortable showing off so much, Nanami was beginning to think maybe you weren't having a good time. That's the last thing he wanted, so as you climbed the stairs heading toward your seats, Nanami stopped, tasting at your back.

Noticing he was no longer behind you, you stopped turning to look back at him. “Kento? Everything okay?” You tilted your head to the side, watching him look you up and down.

“No, l.” he quickly closed the small distance between you, gently grabbing your wrist and walking you to an empty part of the theater where no one was. “Everything isn't okay.” You opened your mouth to ask why he felt that way, but he beat you to it. “I'm sorry if asking you on this date has made things uncomfortable or weird for you.”

Date?

Wait, Shoko was right?! This really was a date?! Electricity shot went down your spine as your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. No words came to you as Nanami sighed shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked away.

“I’m sorry; I don't want you to feel as though you have to do this to appease me. We can see the show as friends and act like this nev—”

“No!” You yelled out, grabbing his hand and holding it. “No! I want this to be a date! I-I thought we were—going as friends.”

Nanami’s face relaxed as he looked down at your hand gripping his. ”I guess I wasn't as clear with my intentions as I thought.” Honey-brown eyes trailed over your exposed skin. “But may I ask you a question?” You nodded. “What’s made you so distant tonight.”

“Oh, I just haven't—I don't normally dress like this.” you motioned down to the silk dress, hugging your curves in all the right places. “And, I—ugh, it's silly.”

“It's not silly if it’s coming from you; please tell me, talk to me.”

“Well, you seemed stunned by my outfit. And you've been quiet all evening, staring at other people. So I thought maybe you were a bit embarrassed. I know I’m not the thinnest girl out there.”

In the blink of an eye, Nanami had you pushed against the nearest wall, out of sight from anyone who may pass you by. Both his large hands slammed against the wall on either side of your head, caging you in. You gasped, looking up to find a burning desire in his eyes that you had never seen before.

“Embarrassed? You seriously thought I was embarrassed?” His hand slowly trailed down your curves. “Darling,” he learned next to your mouth, the smell of wine and chocolate from dinner lingering on his breath. “I find you stunning. I'm more embarrassed by myself for letting my mind wander when it comes to how good you look in this dress. Do you know how hard it was to stop myself from gouging out the eyes of every man eye-fucking you at the restaurant?”

You began panting as his hand trailed lower, teasing the exposed skin that peeked out from the slit in the dress. “T-That’s why you were glaring n-nngh.” Nanami hooked his hand under your thigh, lifting it to actress your sensitive skin more freely.

“Yes, I couldn't stand the way they were undressing you right in front of me.” The warmth of his fingers sent shivers throughout your body. “But I’m afraid to admit I’m not better than them.”

“Oh, and why is that?”

“Because I have wanted to do nothing more than kiss you since you opened your door this evening. Your curves, dress fit, and everything about you are stunning, no matter what you wear. But seeing you all dolled up for the first time had left me longing for you in primal ways.”

You hooked your foot around the back of his thigh, watching his warm eyes grow wide as you grabbed his face, smashing your lips against his in a searing kiss. Nanami moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he dug his fingers into the fat of your thigh, squeezing and massaging it. The tender, careless feel of his lips against yours had you whining into his mouth as his tongue caressed your bottom lip.

The kiss was searing, full of desire, as Kento found himself shamelessly rocking his hips against you, trying to close the thin layers of clothes between you. Each kiss, each careless set your skin ablaze with need, as the taste of chocolate and white wine felt like fermenting into an aphrodisiac. With each kiss, you fell deeper and deeper into the passion, leaving you feeling drunk.

Nanami broke the kiss, pulling back far enough that a string of saliva connected your lips. “T-That was unexpected.” He admitted, fingers trailing further up your leg.

“But was it good?”

“It was the best kiss I’ve ever shared with someone. So yes, it was unexpected but good.” The way Nanami’s hands roamed over you left you feeling overly sensitive as you gripped his upper arms. “You're so beautiful. God, I wish I could take you home and truly worship every inch of your body.”

“Well, the show only lasts two hours.”

“Which is going to feel like a millennium when you're sitting next to me looking like some kind of goddess.”

“Goddess?” You mischievously grinned, running your hand slowly down his chest. “I like the sound of that.”

Nanami grinned, squeezing your thigh before leaning next to your ear. “After this show, can I take you back to my apartment and show my devotion to you? Worship your body as if it were your temple?” You moaned, melting like butter against his chest.

“Yes, god, I would love that.”

“Good, I‘ll be sure to worship you thoroughly.”

Gojo Satoru:

Gojo had a problem with your butt, and that problem was that he was obsessed with it. Every time you reached for something, your best friend made it a point to grab a handful of your big ole booty and squeeze it, which didn't bother you. If anything, you were flattered that this six-three muscular man likes your ass.

Because Gojo was gorgeous, with tufts of pristine white hair, cerulean eyes that reminded you of the blues oceans, and lashes you would kill for, having someone like him rubbing your ass was a cnficmsence booster. You adored him and knew deep down inside that adoration for him would never grow into something else because you were just friends, nothing more.

Because you were a curvy queen, and Gojo was a gym rat. It didn't matter if that butt squeezes and long hugs often left you fantasizing about a more romantic relationship with him. You could dream and fantasize about that as long as you wanted, but that reality probably would never come to be.

But that wouldn't stop you from secretly praying and hoping for that reality to be manifested.

Most of your girlfriends supported you both; they tried to get you to ask him out, while his friends felt the same way as yours. All of your friends could see you both getting together. But not everybody was as kind.

“Hello, dearie!” You shifted the brown grocery bags in your arms as you turned to look at your elderly neighbor and her grandson getting on the elevator with you.

“Hi, how are you?” You smiled sweetly as the elevator began moving up to the fourth floor.

“Oh, we're doing great! Where’s that boyfriend of yours? The tall, handsome one.”

Hearing her call Gojo, your boyfriend, left you feeling butterflies as you shifted the bags again. “Oh, Toru? He’s at the gym, and we’re just—” Her grandson scoffed, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes

“They're not dating grandma.”

“Oh, sure they are!” She grinned, tilting her head to look up at her rude grandson. “What even makes you say they aren't?”

“He’s fit and handsome, and she's got a fat ass and a gut.”

You winced at the sting of his words as the elevator stopped on your floor. “Takashi!” Your neighbor snapped at the older man, rolling his eyes. “That was rude! She's a beautiful young woman, apologizes.”

“Look, I’m sorry.” He shrugged as the three of you stepped off of the elevator. “I just know you ain't my type. I don't like,” he gestured over to you, “this.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean, I’m not into assholes myself.” You grinned sourly at the man before storming towards your apartment.

“Takashi!”

You ignored the pleading from your neighbor and the apologies she shouted. None of that shit mattered, not to you. You loved yourself and your body, and someday, you would find somebody who loved you for you. They would show up someday.

While you did your absolute best not to let the comments from the jerk bother you, your heart still aches as you put away your groceries. You hated men like him. Men who found it necessary to point out a woman’s flaws, to put them down.

It soured your mood, making you pout as you grumbled and shoved things in cabinets. You were fuming so much you barely heard the knock on your front or when the door unlocked courtesy of the spare key you had made. You didn’t realize anyone was there until hands grabbed your hips while loading the fridge. Fear rose in your throat as you began to scream, only to have a hand clasp over your mouth, silencing you.

“Easy, sweetheart! It’s just me.” The smooth, almost sultry voice had you relaxing as Gojo chuckled warmly behind you, his hand pulling away from your mouth. “You listening to music or something?” He questioned, dropping his chin on your shoulder to examine your ears, finding no earbuds.

“No.” You bluntly stated before pulling away from your best friend and shutting the door.

“Oof, someone’s angry.” The warmth of your best friend followed you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you as tight as he could. “Angry that you hadn’t seen me in a while~?”

Your anger faded as the smell of clean linen and musk invaded your senses. You found yourself melting into his touch, tilting your head back to ring him, staring down at you with big sparkly eyes that glimmered with amusement. No matter your mood, Satoru always seemed to make you feel better

“I’m fine—it was just a crappy day.”

Gojo hummed, pressing his lips together as he swayed with you. “I’m sorry, Sweetie; what made it so bad?” You hesitated before groaning, knowing if you were to tell him the truth, it most likely would end with him doing something irrational. But you also hated lying to your best friend.

“It was just a lot of running around, going to the store.” You sighed. “Plus, I just haven’t been feeling good.”

In the flash of an eye, you were whipped around and turned to face Satoru, whose hand reached up to feel your forehead. “Are you okay?” He asked softly, continuing to think if you had a fever. “You aren’t dizzy? Feeling sick, are you?” Your cheeks burned, losing yourself in the concerned look in his eyes.

“N-No, not like that, not like that at all.”

Gojo pulled his hand away, dropping it to his side. “Okay, then, what’s wrong?” he asked, watching you carefully. That careful gaze had you frowning as you sighed.

“I feel a bit bad about myself.” When your best friend copped an eyebrow at you as if you were speaking another language, you sighed, smacking his arm playfully. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m having a hard time understanding why you feel bad about yourself.”

This time, you looked at him as if he was speaking some alien language. The man was cut out of a magazine. he was over six-feet tall had the most beautiful eyes, and he was handsome. There was no denying your best friend was good-looking. So, it only made sense that he wouldn’t understand how some people have insecurities about themselves.

Gesture vaguely towards his body, moving your hand up and down as you focus on the mirror behind him. The last thing you wanted to make contact with him at the moment. Because he might not be secure about himself, he can read you like a damn book.

“You wouldn’t understand what it’s like. You’re molded out of clay and given life by the gods themselves.” you moved your hand, gesturing to yourself. “I’m just curvy beyond all means. Unfortunately, not a lot of people are into that kind of thing. They don’t like a girl that’s bigger than them.”

Silence grew between you both as you tried to focus your attention on the mirror. Seeing him in such a state was shocking, but it was even more surprising to have him grab both your arms, squeezing them reassuringly.

Your mouth felt dry, and the room seemed to close in around itself as Gojo bent down closer to your height. In this situation, you weren't able to look away; Satoru made sure of that. You were stuck right where you stood, having to stare into the eyes of your best friend.

“Who said that?” he asked, in a tone that could freeze hell over.

“W-What?”

“I asked who said that load of bullshit to you so I can kick their ass.”

You flushed, shaking your head, not wanting him to beat up your neighbor's grandson, but the idea of it had you pressing your thighs together. Seeing your hesitant reaction left Gojo with a twisting sensation in his stomach. He knew something had been wrong when he wrapped his arms around you. Normally, you were touchy-feely, wanting to climb him like a tree, but today, you had been hesitant and standoffish, something he didn't like seeing you deal with.

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Toru—it isn't that—”

He gave you a firm shake. “It is a big deal! Especially when somebody hurts you.” With a heavy sigh, you reached up gently, placing your hand on the upper arm.

“Ugh, my neighbor thought we were dating, and I tried to tell her we weren’t, but her grandson beat me to it saying we aren’t dating. Because you're handsome, and I have a fat ass and a gut.”

“That—”

“I know its craz—”

“Motherfucker!” Gojo dropped his hands off your arms and growled, storming around the kitchen. You were too stunned to speak, just watching him closely as he grumbled and kept looking at the door that led out of your apartment, “I should kick his ass! I really should! That dick!”

You blinked several times, watching as the white-haired man fumed. “W-Wait, you're angry about him saying that about me?” That got Gojo to stop as he turned to gawk at you. “What?! I'm just shocked you'd care about that; I thought you’d be more embarrassed over the face his grandma assumed we were dating.” Your genuine shock and concern made Gojo grip the counter as he shook his head.

“The only person that doesn't think we're dating is you. Because God, I don't know how much more obvious I can be with you over the fact that I want to date you.”

“Y-You wanna date me?” You repeated back to him in stunned shock. “S-Since when?!”

“Since forever!” Gojo laughed out loud, shaking his head as he cock his brow at you. “I'm always over here, hugging you, telling you how much you mean to me. But every time I try to make a move, you toss me in the friend zone.

The words from your neighbor's grandson invaded your ears as Satoru stepped closer to you. “B-But I'm curvy, I have a gut!”

“And I love your curves and your tummy.” You stood still, allowing Gojo to cup your cheek gently. “Everything about you is perfect in my eyes. I wouldn't change a damn thing about you. Except for moving you away from that piece of shit.”

Your heart began to race at his confession, leaving you inching closer towards him. “Y-You're being serious right now. Are you not messing with me?” Gojo rolled his eyes so hard you could hear them roll into the back of his head.

“Sweetheart, I've been serious about you for years. You just were too blind to see that.”

For all these years, you'd always thought that Satoru was just overly affectionate with you. Knowing there was a legitimate reason for him constantly caressing you and talking sweetly to you, all of your insecurities faded as you felt his eyes roaming over your skin. You could tell he was serious. He wanted you.

“Maybe you could be a bit more direct with me then.”

“Oh? You want me to be more direct?”

Gojo wanted you to nod your head before he lifted you up and off the ground, placing you on the counter before kissing you deeply. Your eyes went wide at the sudden kiss, but you slowly found yourself melting into it, your hand gripping his tank top. You kissed him back with as much passion. Seeing that sort of expression, feeling your hands on him, only fueled the need in him.

Gojo growled as he grabbed your thighs, kneading them with a groan as he seeped the kiss. “You’re so pretty, so damn pretty.” He whispered against your swollen lips. “All these other boys are stupid.” You moaned happily as he trailed his hand up further, sliding them. “Which I’m so thankful for.” He trailed kisses along your jaw with a sigh. “God, I really wanna beat his ass for making the prettiest girl in my world feel like that,” he pulled back, glancing back at the door. “I really should go beat his ass.”

“I have a better idea” you grabbed his chin forcing him to look into your eyes this time. “How about you put your lips back on mine, and you kiss me and make up for lost time since I was so blind.”

Gojo grinned, picking you off the counter and carrying you to the couch, where he dropped you. He took a chance to look at all your beautiful curves. “God, you are so right.” He crawled on top of you, relishing in the way you whined and shivered. “We have lots of time to make up for, so you better clear your schedule because you are all mine until we’re both knocked out.”

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• — freedom overseas — •

GET INTO IT: feeling carefree each time he traveled shouldn’t be different for jungkook. as much as he wishes to feel like this back home, he can’t help but restrict himself at all times. - one thing about you working abroad and his schedules matching your timezones (better when it hits same destination), he could only wish and live for the best. ‘cause that’s exactly what he’ll get.

pairing: jungkook x reader.

word count: 3.4k

be aware of: graphic smut and unprotected sex (be always safe). reader can’t resist jk, car sex, jungkook smokes here so uhm.. y-yeah..

author’s note: since this is supposed to be a drabble (lol). hopefully my next work will end up being with more than 2k (lol) kisses and let me know what you think 😇. istg this story changed 2837 times hajaja

when you step outside the restaurant walking towards jungkook who’s smoking, footsteps froze at the sudden image.

he smokes? since.. when?

bewildered, you blink twice as your eyes carefully watch him take another hit of the small nicotine. this is definitely a whole new side of him you didn’t know about.. completely new, but it got you confused. you’re not crazy to remember him talking about his hate for cigarettes because of how much his dad used to do it back when he was little.. right? like that wasn’t a dream. you’re pretty sure he has expressed his disgust to you. almost agreeing with you.

sigh..

the more you look at him as you approach him feels like you can’t even get mad at him.

..why? well.. pinocchio wouldn’t be proud of you if you say he didn’t looked hot doing it.

ugh! what are these thoughts!

you definitely despise the smell of cigarettes! you even hate the sight of it, but why does he gives you quite the view? - you blame it on the way he carries himself with so much confidence yet— is so unbothered when he opens his mouth talking with your friends. his outfit too and how an all black combo always look so good on him.. but then, the simplest thing as him holding that tiny folded paper around his pointy and middle finger touching in between his soft and natural pink lips with a very boyish smile almost made you feel like having a lucid dream. why? because.. well, you were definely wet now.

what..? no!

yes, you are. you could feel it now. if only he could feel it through your panties..

mm.. no!!

mm.. yes!! you hated daydreaming fantasies with him like this but your body and mind could be very uncontrollable sometimes. feeling a single drop down your panties.. what can you do now? aren’t you supposed to hate this? you do! but why is your body reacting this way? it’s not wrong but it isn’t entirely right either considering you don’t like cigarettes.

deciding to ignore all the carnal thoughts running through your mind, you keep walking straight to him. as sticky and annoying as it feels.

“so.. is this your way of getting fresh air?” you start as soon as your friends started parting ways. tone rather calm compared to the troubled mindset you had a few seconds ago.

startling him, softly so. “ah.. ha. this.” he responds. eyes blinking on beat as soon as he grins. you watch carefully as his hand shakes the little tobacco rolled paper.

“yeah.. this.” shyly pointing at it, “how long has this being going on?” voice still calm, you didn’t put too much effort in questioning him. it’s his body at the end of the day and you know just how stubborn your boyfriend can get.

“mm..” smoke exhaling from his mouth and he’s mindfully careful when he does it tilting his head up for the smoke to follow that direction and not be even near close your entire face. “not long ago, actually. taehyung once brought this one vaper and i was curious by its smell each time he used it, so I bought one. strawberry ice cream, to be clear,” he laughed, you do too. “it was weird but I liked it.”

“hm..” slowly crossing your arms around your body you lean against his car in thought. not breaking eye contact even a second, jungkook could feel it. “what made you change your mind? m’not gonna lie. I’m surprised. I remember you once saying you hated it.”

and it’s like your gaze is looking for answers and jungkook can clearly see that. knows you too much. thinks it’s so cute too. the way your curiosity rises each time he takes another hit, he can trust your mind being full of unanswered questions for him. he knows what you mean as well as knowing how much you don’t like it either. but the fact that you aren’t mentioning none of it to him it just makes him look at you with nothing more but warm eyes. thinking he loves you too much.

“so do you.” he states by wanting to make that clear. so you know that he knows. so you know that he won’t and isn’t getting crazy about it, that he’s aware. but you could only understand that if he really explained why.

so that’s what he does.

“remember that day when I texted you about living one life?” you nod. “well, I decided to just give it a try. I want to try everything that I can when it comes to things that I want. be it temporally or not. during my whole life.. as long as I live, there’s probably not gonna be a second chance right?”

“right.”

“at least not in this body,” and he’s so soft spoken that when he shakes once more what’s left of the cigarette’s butt before taking his last hit, the sound of a familiar plastic sound resonates through your ears and that’s when you see him pull two tiny tabs of what seems to be gum off his pocket. and you can’t believe he just did that. suddenly the image you were seeing right now, not matching with his current actions. so you can’t help but give a small smile as soon as he handles one tab for you to take with his pretty big eyes.

he continues, “even though it damages my body a little, there’s a balance thing called in life. i’m not getting addicted and I don’t do it excessively-“

“I was worrying about that, actually..” you voice out, interrupting him. “you tend to get obsessive over things.”

it makes him smile, softly. “I know. but I won’t, I promise. you know my thing is drinking alcohol anyways.. even though that isn’t entirely good either..” making you laugh in unison as you lightly punch him.

“at least you’re aware.”

“hey!” he hugs you side ways. “candy isn’t so much good for your health either..” walking towards the side of his car so you can go.

“but i’m not obsessed.” you huff about it.

“could be. you do get a bit obsessive.” bopping your nose.

“stop!”

making him laugh, “okay.. hop on.”

“I hate you.”

“show me how much.” and.. he closes the door with the biggest playful smile.

oh.. no, not again.

and there you are, left with a big hysterical smile plastered on your lips as you try to breath in, breath out the sudden rush of your body. — come on! it’s not as if you weren’t fucking wet a few minutes ago as soon as you saw him do the things you hated the most.. right? ..you totally got this..

but who.. who were you lying to? it’s not like you could control your body when you haven’t seen him in weeks anyways..

yeah.. you were a mess.

still, you tried to play it cool. “are we heading back towards the hotel, right?” genuily asking.

he responds as soon as he closes his door. “yeah, why?” staring at you now. “wanna go somewhere else?” one palm touching your bare thigh when he asks.. you know there’s nothing wrong with it, and it should be normal at this point of your relationship too, but your hormones were getting the best of you so you just play it off, gently pulling his hand away as much as you didn’t wanted to. deep inside.

“not actually, was just asking.” it’s the truth, but jungkook only squinted his eyes before resting an arm on top of the handbrake, his face’s closer to yours. not enough for you to loose your sanity but close enough into getting a whiff of his rich cloudy scent. although, you can’t deny how fine he looked staring at you like that, his eyes always seemed to shine no matter the situation. only that this time around, everything you could sense from it was nothing more than desire flaming throughout his dark orbits.

“you know we can go wherever you want, right?” staying like that for a couple of seconds, all you can answer is a slight nervous “I know.” and jungkook can sense your sudden shyness. thinking is cute but this could only go one way or the other.. if you both play your cards right.

staring at you for a couple of seconds, jungkook’s piercing gaze switch between your lips along with your boobs and neck before getting ready to turn on the car.. making you exhale a little air after, as if you didn’t know you were holding your breath.

“originally, I wanted to get back so I could brush my teeth or something to be honest.” talking about smoking. “I’m not much of a fan of the aftertaste,” he laughs. “but if you want to go somewhere else,” a hand slides through your thigh.. again. only this time, he squeezes it two times. “I’m down for it too.”

one hand on the steering wheel, another one on your thigh.. it’s moments like these when you question if he knows how effortlessly irresistible he is.. sure, it might be something simple. he’s not doing much either. is just that his side profile and the way his hair lingers in his face and overall the way he’s shaped and how you can literally see the bump of his chest pop for how much he works out mark through his shirt that it makes you want to trace his pectorals with your fingers forever makes you want to eat him and that’s it but.. uh, isn’t that the definition of being so stupidly effortlessly hot?

when you softly press both your legs together, his hand seems to scalate close to your inner thigh..

oh jungkook.. perhaps, are you having the same thoughts as me?

still, you try your best to ignore it. “ah.. so that’s why you have gum with you, isn’t it?”

“caught.” rising both hands up as played guilty.

and as you stare at him.. you notice once again, he looked fine. your legs squeeze and you slightly arch your back when your gaze is back on the street still trying to ignore the finest hottie beside you. - jungkook, on the other hand, just smiles to himself and starts driving. you can’t help but give little sneak peeks at the way he gently but confidently grasps the wheel with one hand.. as soon as the other one approaches your thigh once again.. - he always did this but you were uncontrollable tonight. can’t help but immediately give him those eyes as soon as he reaches your beloved red light.

you swore going back to the hotel wasn’t the main priority. you wanted him now. - so slowly tilting your head to the side, your voice is airy when “babe..”

“mmh?”

and that’s when he sees you. you don’t say a word but he already knows what’s that thing you’re craving the most, and that thing it’s him. he doesn’t speak either. just staring at you under the red light, his hand traces a path towards your slowly opening legs. when you bite your lips into a smirk, his fingers are already pushing your panties to the side. confirming his most prominent thought. you’re wet as fuck.

“were you waiting for this?” eyes gazing up and down your body, his voice is cheeky when he asks. biting down both of his lip rings. “fuck. just how long were you this turned on?” playing with your clit “and why didn’t you told me..” as your body twitches. “it makes me crazy..” whispering more to himself.

—

when you’re gripping the head of his seat increasing the pressure between your arms so you could balance your jumps more deeper and precisely above him, he feels like he could cum in any moment. controlling his breathing, he tries to concentrate in order not to but the way your breast bounce and how you manage to leave quick steamy kisses over his neck makes it so hard. mostly when he has this desire to kiss all over your chest and suck on your titties. but his hands are also gripping so hard at the side of the seat, he barely touches your legs and he feels like a teenager are over again.

the fuck is this coming from him not wanting to last? he blames it on the long time you haven’t seen each other. 3 weeks exactly without your kisses and physical touch.. when he remember fucking almost (if not) everyday when you stayed at his house or he stayed at yours. - there’s always this deep desire whenever you’re close to each other, jungkook doesn’t think it will ever go away and to be honest he doesn’t even want it to ever disappear. always thinking about if it’s you, then everything will be okay.

but as you’re both very into it, something similar like a flash, lights up a little the dark street jungkook managed to set you up. - you both ignore it at first but after two more times, you stop bouncing hard on him switching to slow circular movements that still makes jungkook bite his lips for how good you feel.

“don’t stop.” he’s confident, palming your ass.

“I think there’s someone watching us.”

“I’ve notice too.”

but you both end up stopping your movements regardless.

quickly looking around, the flashes has seemed to be gone but as you keep searching for someone, jungkook just stares at you only to caught your attention back by squeezing your ass two times. making your eyes meet as he mischievously smirks.

“I couldn’t care less from last time, you know it.” sensually kissing your lips. he’s provoking you all over again.. “let them have a show. it’s what they want.”

and you know he’s referring to that one time you both fucked on a balcony being overseas too. - paparazzis had caught you fucking and while you were worried about him getting bashed for it (for the blurry clips that spreaded back then), he ended up being so calm about it to the point of fighting with his company saying he shouldn’t feel guilty for wanting to fuck his girlfriend. - and while he understands the depth of why they asked him to be careful, he still thinks it’s just bullshit and that the people who love him for him, will just accept and be happy that he’s happy experiencing what every normal person does. so why everybody can be happy but him? he’s just the same human with needs and desires..

“but this isn’t-“

“stop worrying about me. I know you can’t help it, so let me just say there’s nothing wrong with us wanting to fuck.. I bet they’ve their own experience so why can’t we have ours?”

when you hold his face, you know what he means. knowing how hard it is for him to tell you to stop worrying about it since he once told you he couldn’t just tell that to you because it make him feel careless about your feelings, but you do really get him this time..

when it comes from his personality, a part of you loved that. love that he doesn’t care, love that he always chooses his happiness because at the end of the day he knows he might only have this one life. and even if he don’t, he still wants to enjoy it at his best and that’s why when he motions your hips to move by gripping the side of your waist, both of your bodies stick so close to each other that the image of him biting his lips as he contemplates your body makes you not want to regret this and so you don’t. realizing you’ll only have this from time to time.

“fuck this.” you moan to his ear when jungkook kisses are needy and steamy, confirming just how badly he wanted to try this.

talking about it it’s something but actually experience this feeling of sex in such a limited place (even when this car is very spacious) was really hot and adrenaline reaching. windows foggy and all, it almost feel like a movie. you believe that at this rate it’s even difficult to look at inside the car so if those strangers were really filming or whatever, they’re footage will be already ruined.

you smiled a little because of that. but it didn’t lasted long when you suddenly feel both of jungkook’s hands around your hips manhandling the way you were going to start bouncing on him.

“let them see if they’re so interested in me. I couldn’t care less.” he just doesn’t give a single fuck right now and that only makes you want him more.

see, whenever he’s on his ‘I don’t give a fuck’ moment.. you believe that’s when he’s the most sexiest and dangerous. - maybe you were too into him but each time he showed this side of himself.. you can’t help but love it and be turned on for it at the same time.

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while he treats you like his personal fucktoy, he does gives you times were you could move at you own pace. but the sounds and the way he touched you were making it hard for you so there’s nothing left when you say, “I- I want to cum.” with such a tiny desperate voice, it makes jungkook grin.

“do it.” voice tender compare with his hot-messy image. “mm, i’ll cum too if you do.” moaning afterwards.

and the good thing is that he really can make himself cum once you do. all he has to do is concentrate in the way your walls contracts into him as if they were gonna swallow, he loves it each time. say it feels too rich, too tight for him to handle. - so when you’re both done, after driving for a while, you don’t see more cars trying to follow you.

“gonna sleep so well tonight, i’m so fucking happyyy” he singsongs as soon as he lays in bed, pulling you into his chest for a hug. “no more nightmares,” he kisses your forehead. “my princess is here.”

smiling to himself, you feel so shy and loved at the same time. gently kissing his lips. “I can say the same.” lovey-dovey eyes looking at him.

he caresses your hair. ”my pretty little princess.”

you smile. “I hope you don’t go hard on yourself.” saying after knowing what’s coming if there really was someone witnessing what happened earlier.

“don’t worry.” softly smiling, “I told you I didn’t cared, didn’t I?” caressing one of your cheeks.

“hm. but still.”

it makes him look at you with warms eyes. “keep being cute. i’m grateful that you worry this much about me..”

“don’t tease me.”

“I’m not teasing you. it’s the truth.” pause. “I just love how caring you are because that means you really must love me..” tone serious.

“of course I do, silly!” you tease him, making him laugh.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“let’s sleep now. we’ve so much things to do..”

“..and so much little time..” you follow.

“I know.” he sighs. “but we can make it.”

“we always do.” you proudly smile, he does too.

“I love us so much.” he says once again.

you laugh. “okay, let’s sleep sentimental boy.”

“you love me this way.”

“you know I do.”

and after teasing each other for a while, you both end up falling into your sleep for a brand new, busy and maybe more exciting day..

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fillinforlater · 8 months

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A little pre-Christmas breeding perhaps?

Feeling your hot thick cum inside of her only encourages Sakura to dance harder 😉

Both of you managed to not get caught but Chaewon knows something is up when Sakura has that burst of confidence and energy. Just thinking about it distracts Chaewon and she makes a cute little mistake when performing (Chaewon actually made a mistake during AAA performance 😂)

Knowing Chaewon is starting to get suspicious but deep down she's also a needy girl (Or so you've heard).

Would you continue to secretly fuck Sakura until Chaewon inevitably comes to you? Or would you rip the bandaid off, surprising Chaewon by fucking Sakura in front of her and hopefully convince her to join your frisky activities?😉

The Award She Wants

Male Reader x Miyawaki Sakura (ft. Kim Chaewon)

Length: 509 words

Tags: Quickie, a literal quickie, dialogue only, needy sex, THIGH STRAPS WORLD DOMINATION, prais kink, standing sex, creampie, cumming deep inside her, trying (not?) to get caught, needy_noona!Sakura

(A/N: the definition of late night BFH, as often thanks to @friskyriskywhisky)

"Hurry, we don't have much time left."

"I'm here, I'm here—God, it's so hot in here. The Philippines are killing me."

"What do you think of this? Do you like it?"

"Your face? Gorgeous as always, Noona."

"No! The, the outfit. Does it look any good?"

"Oh, you better not feel self-conscious about it, Noona.

"Please, spin around for me. God, you look so good in this. Sexy, hot, perfect—naughty."

"Your hands, hng! You're the naughty one."

"I love that this dress exposes your navel. It makes you look irresistible, I can't get my hands off of those abs.

"You smell so damn good, Noona."

"You too~"

"The thigh strap is a nice touch. I bet many people want to get their hand underneath it and—"

"Hey, what are you—"

"Lift your leg high like this. Oh lord, Noona, I can see it in the mirror: your thighs have gotten rounder. Look how they jiggle in my hands."

"Touch them more, okay? Are they nice?"

"Hm, yes, but what is that? Your ass is hanging out, they will see so much of it. Almost like an Arin fancam."

"Y-you, ah, watch Arin fancams?"

"No, I only watch fancams of you.

"Now, what do you want, Noona? I can already feel your wet pussy; should I finger you? You'd glow so bright on stage after I make you cum."

"N-no."

"Should I pull down the bottom of this outfit—with this way, waaaay too short skirt and eat your beautiful ass?"

"Hng, no."

"Then what do you want, Noona? Tell me."

"I want, I want your c-cum, deep in my pussy! Quick, Chaewon will be here soon!"

"Oh, but last night you wanted me to last forever~

"And now you want to be filled while Chaewon waits outside, her ears on the door of the locker room? Lewd-kkura~"

"Stop, please, just fuck me!"

"Pull them down, I'm already hard for you, Noona.

"And kiss me.

"Let me give you the confidence you deserve."

"Oh fuck, your, your pe-nis is so nice, ah."

"Aw, you're so cute—my tight, little Noona.

"Your pussy, no, your fucking cunt is trying to empty my balls."

"Don't call it that! So deep, so deep, f-fill me."

"You're so lewd, your eyes, you

"Hot-kkura, Noona.

"Fuck, I'm getting close."

"Ah, right there, faster, yes!"

"Noona, y-your cunt, I—

"I could fuck you the entire time, e-every day. I need your snug cunt, and I'm gonna make it my little hole for cum. Be my little cock-sleeve for now, Noona, and, and shine—like the star you are."

"Ahhh!"

"Noona, I—

"Kkura-unnie!?"

"Chae-chaewon, wait!"

"I'm cumming, Sakura~"

...

"Our performance is in forty seconds, what are you still doing in there?"

"Pull them up, quick!"

"What the—who are you?"

"He, he is a friend."

"Yeah, I just got here and—good luck, on the performance?"

"You should not be here—dang it, Unnie. On stage, now!"

"Yes, of course!"

...

"Who are you, really? What happened?"

"I'm... just a friend? And we, uhm, hugged."

"Seriously? Is that why you got a fucking bulge?"

"Uhmm...

"Yep."

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert #izone smut #male reader smut #sakura smut #izone sakura smut #lesserafim smut #le sserafim smut

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 8 months

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“Guilty” Little Pleasures

Some of these will have references to my HCs about their family so check out my HCs here! (if you want) (also some of these are not guilty bc there are a few boys that are straight up shameless so...)

HEARTSLAYBUL Riddle - He’s done this since he was a kid. It started off as a tiny rebellion, and he never got caught, so he never stopped doing it. But late at night, if he happens to wake up, he’ll go to the kitchen and just slice a piece of butter to eat Just Like That. When he was younger he would only take what he could get without there being a visible difference, but in a dorm there’s no telling who’s using the butter and when, so taking a bigger chunk isn’t an issue...right? Trey - He’s a brony. He started watching MLP as a joke with his little siblings and then suddenly he was tucking away merch carefully in his room so that they wouldn’t find it. He’s more embarrassed about his family finding out than he is about friends finding out, so if he lets it slip somehow, please let him nerd out. Please. (Trey and Idia don’t interact much but now they have to) Cater - He has a love/hate relationship with catfishing/ghosting people. Not for long, mind you, he doesn’t want to genuinely lead anyone on, but using some photo of a hot model and a few minutes setting up a fake dating profile, he matches with everyone he can. He knows the compliments are meant for the picture of the person he posted, but for just a few minutes, he can pretend they’re for him. Instead of coming clean, he just leaves them on read and never talks to them again. Deuce - We already know how conflicted he is about his favourite food (eggs) so the mild guilt only gets worse when he finds he enjoys both the sound and the feeling of crushing the shells in his hands, especially after hard boiling eggs and parts of the shell are all connected and he can just make them CRUNCH. Ace - He likes to sneak out of his room at night- but not for troublemaking. He likes to go sit with the hedgehogs since they are nocturnal and just chill with them, because when nobody else is around he gets to babytalk them. Cater has caught him Once. (everyone else is below!)

Savanaclaw Leona - Similar to Trey, he watched Bluey with Cheka and Falena once and now he binges it when he needs a good cry, he will NEVER tell anyone he owns the vinyl for it though. Ruggie - Oh man my dude LIVES for starting drama without getting involved. He likes watching from the sidelines. HC that he will get paid by folks around the school to use his signature spell to get petty revenge on someone. It’s never meant to hurt anyone, but kinda just ruin their day. Someone landed the entire class detention with Crewel? Yeah, they might end up stuck standing in a water fountain for a half hour with their homework. Jack - To me, Jack is the youngest in his family (I expand on that in my family HCs ^^) and while he feels a little guilty, he is the #1 offender for licking a knife of peanut butter and putting it back in the jar to continue using it. He’ll do the same for jam and jelly. He drinks straight out of the milk jug. He got caught once by his sister and she made him pay for the jar of peanut butter in hopes he wouldn’t do it again- but it didn’t work. Octavinelle Azul - He spends a lot of money on outfits he wants to wear, but he doesn’t think he ever will, whether it be confidence issues or once he gets it its not what he expected, but its a self punishment to not return it and get his money back so that he can just look at it and think about whether he’ll ever be brave enough to take that first step and just try it on. More often than not, it’s a lot of extravagant dresses that he’s too shy to try on, but he loves shopping for. Jade - He prides himself on his composed personality, though when the mostro lounge closes for the night, when not even Floyd can see him, he likes first watching the lobsters in the tank like a cat, pupils blown up and grinning, ready for his little self indulgent time. When he finally gets bored, he partially reverts into his mer form, plunging his hands into the tank and grabbing one to snack on. He makes sure to write it off to “waste” before Azul can find out. Floyd - Eating things he knows he’s not supposed to. It’s not his fault land items look so yummy, and his teeth need something to sink into, harder than would be tolerated for affectionate bites. Anything with something tough on the outside and soft on the inside or makes a popping noise is the best, like tightly bound leather or bubble wrap or pop cans. Scarabia Kalim - I have a rather dark HC for him here, but if you’re looking for something lighter, he has a really bad habit at picking at his lips. When he does remember to wear chapstick, he usually licks it off because it tastes good... Jamil - TV dinners, man, this poor guy loves to cook, he genuinely does, but sometimes when Kalim makes him cook unexpectedly for 20+ people, he does not want to even eat what he’s made by the time he’s done cleaning up. At least when it’s under those circumstances, he can justify eating microwave dinners, but a lot of time he just has them when he’s straight up EXHAUSTED. Pomefiore Vil - Aw man, his weak spot is pizza. Sometimes he calls to place an order with a voice modulator and picks up his order in disguise just outside of campus and just....destroys two large pizzas a a 1 liter bottle of cola, hiding in a very specific spot in the walls by the gate of campus where there’s a gap just big enough for him to stuff himself into and hide his Gremliness.

Rook - Does this man even feel guilt for things he should feel guilt for? I don’t know. What he does do though, is watch potential couples on campus, and if he thinks they’re going to fall apart before they get together, forges a love letter from one to another. Epel - In case pocket onions weren’t enough, Epel likes sneaking into Vil’s room and trying on his clothes, only to mock him in his mirror. He is meticulous in putting everything back where it’s meant to be, but also shifts everything on Vil’s vanity just slightly to the left to fuck with him a bit. He always leaves through the window, he does not want to be found in the hallway by accident. Ignihyde Idia - He has so many...but his biggest guilty pleasure is doomscrolling Leona’s magicam page bc....Beeg kitty (I don’t ship them, sometimes people are just Nice To Admire) Ortho - (this is sad I’m sorry) he looks through photos of his human counterpart and wonders if he is filling the shoes that have been left for him properly. If he’s developing the way the human Ortho would have. Diasomnia Malleus - Obviously, he enjoys sneaking out, but sometimes when he’s out he just likes to go fishing. He could, catch a fish by hand in seconds, but he enjoys the peaceful quiet and patience the sport requires. He only fishes until he’s caught one worth eating, guts it, then takes care to cook it to perfection using his flames before eating it. Lilia - This man canonically picks his nose in public how tf am I supposed to top that. Silver - When someone other than his dad is cooking/baking something in the oven, like fish, he likes to peel up bits and pieces of the oil/seasoning and just eat it. If there’s the skin of something on there, yeah he’s eating it. Sebek - He has a stuffie collection that hides under his bed, which is part of why he was so enamoured by his stuffie in Harveston. RSA Che’nya - He likes to eat his bananas without peeling them. Just Because. Neige - He will drink shots of ranch. Sorry. Cheka - licks his play-dough. Knows not to eat it. But He Likes The Salt

#v talks #twst #twisted wonderland #twst hcs #twst heartslaybul #twst savanaclaw #twst octavinelle #twst scarabia #twst pomefiore #twst ignihyde #twst diasomnia #twst nrc #twst rsa #twst fluff #twst crack #twst angst #twst fanfic #twst scenarios

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sunlightmurdock · 2 years

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Fair Game | Jake Seresin x Reader

Synopsis: Bradley has been being a shitty boyfriend. His girl isn’t happy. In Jake’s eyes, that means she’s fair game.

Warnings: this is cheating. 100% cannot avoid, there is cheating in this fic. Please do not read it if that upsets you. Jake stirring the pot and having an agenda through the entire fic. Bradley being stressed = Bradley being mean. Reader is a little slutty (affectionate). Smut. Unprotected pinv (do not fuck your bf’s best friend unprotected, or do. I can’t stop you but I can heavily discourage).

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“Yeah, just do me a favour and fucking behave tonight, alright?” Bradley’s in a mood. You watch as he pulls a tank top over his head and pairs it with an unbuttoned shirt. Bradley’s been having a lot of moods recently. You’ve tried to be understanding.

He’s up for a promotion. He’s working extra hard to make sure he gets it.

“These aren’t your little friends you’re hanging out with.”

Your lips part. You can’t believe he just had the nerve to say that to you.

Bradley’s just a little bit older. In the beginning, he swore that it wasn’t going to be a problem. He saw the maturity in the way you carried yourself and he fell for you quickly. Admittedly, it might not have been your maturity that he fell for. It might’ve been the way that you made his eyes roll back in his head every single time you got his pants down.

But he loves you. He tells you it every day. He has missed a couple days recently, but you’ve been telling yourself that it’s nothing to worry about.

You know why he made the snarky comment. Bradley’s friends are all work friends. They have a good time, they laugh and joke together, but there’s always an air of seriousness to their meet-ups that gives away their professional background. Your friends are mostly people that you grew up with. There are intimate bonds, inside jokes - there’s uninhibited joy in your relationships.

Sometimes you feel like Bradley is threatened by how happy you are with your friends. Like he wishes he was the only one who made you happy.

You know that he doesn’t like your friends.

Bradley likes to dance. Alone or with his own friends, he’s always moving - it’s fun for him. But, with your friends, he sticks to the table and nurses a beer and lets you have all of the fun. It’s embarrassing to have to lie to your friends and say that he’s just shy.

You sulk for the drive to the bar. Arms folded, knees pointed towards the door. Bradley doesn’t care. He’s too busy shaking his head in disbelief that you actually went with that outfit.

Sure, it’s summer and it’s hot - but he’s taking you to a bar, not a nightclub.

Still, he doesn’t mention it. You know it’s on his mind. You don’t care. It made you feel pretty and you could do with the confidence boost after he just ripped your ego to shreds. He’s first out of the bronco. You know that he’s mad because he doesn’t make an effort to grab your door.

You jog to catch up with him, your heels clacking across the parking lot. You reach forwards and slide your palm into his, passing your fingers between his. He looks straight ahead, placing his free hand on the door and pushing it open. He squeezes your hand softly as he steps inside, and then drops it. You frown slightly. He walks off ahead in search of his friends without looking back at you.

He shows back up after a couple of minutes with a drink for you. He pushes you in the vague direction of his friends and makes sure they know you’re there with a muttered introduction, paired with soft greetings from each of them. Then, he ditches you again.

You pass your straw around your drink. You refuse to cry in front of them all. Instead, you force your lip to stop trembling and instead focus on exactly how much you would like the ground to just swallow you whole.

“Why so blue, Baby Bird?”

You stiffen as a heavy arm drapes itself around your shoulders, your body tucked in against a muscled side. The scent of a vanilla and slightly spiced oak blend fills your senses. You recognise the strong and capable arms you’re now in. You turn your head, met with a cocky smirk and sharp blue eyes.

You bite the inside of your cheek and turn your gaze, searching over heads and shoulders for your boyfriend. Jake’s always been kind to you. Nothing but sweet and chivalrous. Bradley hates it - says that you’re too naive to know better. In the eight months you’ve known Jake, you feel like you know him well enough to decide for yourself.

Jake’s here now, being just as kind to you as he always is. You know that if Bradley saw him draped over you like this, he would be furious. He’s mad enough at you already. You shrug yourself weakly out of Jake’s arms, not really wanting to lose the contact but also not wanting to deal with the shitstorm of Bradley thinking you were letting him flirt with you.

“I’m not.” You answer miserably.

Jake chuckles softly. He takes a sip of his beer and secures his arm back around your shoulder, leaning a fraction of his weight into you.

“No?” Jake asks softly. You’ve been pouting at the ground for half an hour while Bradley laughs it up with his friends. Jake lifts the hand holding the beer bottle and extends his index finger, chilled from the coolness of the bottle and hooks it around your chin, turning your jaw towards him. “Could’ve fooled me.”

This is what Bradley hates. Bradley knows exactly why Jake is so nice to you and it doesn’t have anything to do with his respect for women.

You smile at the seemingly genuine concern in his eyes. Inches from his face, you’ve never been more certain that Bradley’s wrong about him. You inhale the warm scent and blink at him with those pretty lashes as his index finger strokes the curve of your jaw.

Still conscious of the fact that your boyfriend is six feet away, albeit with his back turned, Jake is smart enough to put some distance back between the two of you. He slides his hand away from your jaw and his other hand trails from your shoulder to rest at the small of your back, keeping those pretty eyes locked on him and him only.

“Bradley’s mad at me.” You admit sheepishly, fiddling with the rim of the cocktail glass. Jake looks down at the glass and smiles at the fact that Bradley Bradshaw is dating apparently the only girl in San Diego that thinks ordering a daiquiri at the Hard Deck is a normal thing to do. Then, Jake cranes his neck to look for Bradley.

Your boyfriend is laughing, head thrown back with one hand on his stomach as some joke Phoenix has just made about their last posting.

Your eyes linger on the way his hand is draped across the bar behind her back. You’re envious of their proximity. He’s always smiling with her, and he’s always barking orders at you. It doesn’t seem fair. Your heart sinks at the way his eyes crinkle at the edges when he looks at her. Those smile lines are getting bigger every day and not a single one of them tells a story of you.

“Uh oh.” Jake’s attention’s back on you. He can see the worry building in that pretty little head of yours. His thumb strokes gently at the bare skin between the hem of your shirt and the edge of your mini skirt at the small of your back. “What did you do?”

You shrug sadly and bring the red drink up, sipping on it with a straw. Jake watches the way your perpetually glossed lips wrap around the straw and shoots a cautionary glance back to your boyfriend. Jake’s morals might be dubious, but he’s still not planning on getting his ass kicked tonight.

“He’s just always mad at me recently,” You tell Jake. He nods understandingly. “Everything I do upsets him.”

Jake’s focus on you doesn’t waver. The way those sharp blue eyes watch you with such understanding - if you had any government secrets, they would all be his in an instant.

“Y’know, before we came out tonight,” You begin. Jake raises an eyebrow in intrigue. He’s been waiting for this since the two of you had shown up. Bradley looking stone-faced and serious until he had come face to face with his friends. You, being left alone near the entry way on the verge of tears. “He said to do him a favour and just behave tonight - you know why?”

Jake raises his eyebrows expectantly but doesn’t open his mouth, leaving the air clear for you to go on.

“Just because last time we were out with my friends, Bradley wouldn’t dance with us - so I danced with this guy. But that’s all it was, dancing!” You insist. Jake’s lips quirk slightly. He knows what a hot-head Bradshaw is and knows that he must’ve lost his head seeing his pretty little girlfriend dancing with someone else. “It’s not like I’d ever cheat on him.”

Jake’s eyes are on you. Sharp and an ice-cold shade of blue. He smiles softly and shakes his head as his thumb strokes over your bare skin.

“No, I know,” He agrees calmly. He gives his head a small nod, “I’m sure Rooster knows that too. Maybe it’s just -“

Jake pauses, more so for dramatic effect than anything else. Your brows raise as you urge him to continue.

“No, I shouldn’t say anything.” Jake decides, shaking his head softly. You grab onto his forearm. Jake looks down at the manicured hand holding his wrist for a moment, then lifts his gaze back up to you.

“Please.” You’re desperate to know what’s going on, where your sweet Bradley went.

Jake gives a soft shrug of his broad shoulders. He steps closer to you, sliding his arm around your waist. Now that you’re both looking at the same thing, Jake feels content to continue. You stare at Bradley’s side profile. He looks so happy. You’re beside yourself with worry, wondering what you’re doing wrong.

“Maybe he’s projecting a little bit.” Jake says gently. He brings the bottle to his mouth and takes a swig of his beer. His hand squeezes at your hip.

Your brows furrow. You look at the way Rooster looks at her. You think of the disappointment in his eyes when he looked at your earlier. You glance down at your outfit and then look at hers.

Jake watches the cogs turn in your head. He knows that there’s nothing going on between them. He’s pretty sure Phoenix would rather walk on hot coals than let Rooster touch her. But, the evidence is there for you to believe the contrary.

“Y-You don’t think he would, do you?” You ask Jake gently.

Jake shakes his head, “I mean - I hope I’m wrong.”

You watch the way that Rooster grins, then rolls his eyes affectionately at Phoenix. She scoffs and elbows him playfully in the ribs. He falls into her, laughing again. Your heart sinks. Your bottom lip trembles slightly.

They did just get back from six weeks on an aircraft carrier together, and Bradley’s been off with you since then.

Jake glances across to gauge your reaction, pleased to find that it’s exactly what he was expecting it to be. Realisation. His brows raise as your eyes brim with tears - he hadn’t been expecting that. You push your glass into his hands and disappear into the crowd.

Jake catches a glimpse of you heading for the bathroom. He takes a sip of his beer and glances around him.

Finally, Jake sets your drink and his beer on the table behind him and straightens up. He pats Coyote’s shoulder playfully, making no effort to hide where he’s going as he sets off after you. Maybe if your boyfriend had done a better job of keeping you happy in the first place, Jake wouldn’t have been able to step in to do it for him.

He knocks twice on the door to the women’s restroom, then lets himself in. You’re bracing each of your palms on the sink, trembling as tears spill onto your cheeks.

“Oh, honey.” Jake breathes out, stepping inside and opening his arms. You throw yourself into his chest. His strong arms wrap around you and you sob against his black t-shirt. “It’s gonna be alright. Pretty little thing like you, you’re too good for him, anyway.”

You tremble in his arms.

“You already knew that didn’t you?” Jake murmurs, his voice growing gravelly as he strokes a hand over the top of your hair. You stay pressed into his chest as his other arm wraps around your waist and pulls you tight against him. “I’ll bet you think of it all the time. How much better you could have it.”

Your hands are at his sides. Jake feels them curl softly into the fabric of his shirt.

“You think about it when he’s fucking you, honey?” Jake’s lips graze your ear and leave you with a shiver spreading down your spine and echoing through every nerve in your body. You pull back and look up at him, brows furrowing softly. Jake’s never spoken to you like this before. “About how much better it would be if it was me?”

Your lips part in surprise. Jake brushes a strand of hair back affectionately from your face.

“I’d make sure there was a smile on that pretty little face every single day.” He promises, stroking his thumb softly against your cheek. He observes the doe-eyed look on your face as you take in what he’s saying. He knows that you’re almost there. Just a little more. His thumbs wipe delicately at the mascara smudged under your eyes. He slots his thigh between yours and presses the denim on his thigh against your core. “I’d make it all better.”

You swallow, glancing down at his leg slotted between yours. He pushes his thigh against you. Your mini skirt does nothing to hold him back. The fabric of his jeans presses into the lace between your legs. You lift your gaze, heart pounding in your chest as you stare into those blue eyes.

It would be a lie to say that you hadn’t thought of it. You had thought of it intermittently for the past three months - since you had seen Jake on the beach, shirtless, playing football with your boyfriend.

Every single story Bradley had told you about Jake - about his smugness and his cocky attitude, that hadn’t ever phased you. Jake had always been nothing but perfectly behaved towards you. Even when Bradley had mentioned the hearts that Jake had broken, a small part of you had noticed the rivalry between them and pegged it down to jealousy.

Standing in front of Jake now, you’re more certain than ever. Bradley’s so wrong. Bradley has been lying to you. About himself and about Jake.

Jake’s hands readily find your hips as you straighten up and press your mouth to his. You kiss him. You kissed him first.

He tugs you flush against him, sliding his tongue into your mouth and caressing it expertly against yours. Bradley’s a good fuck, and a good kisser - but it can be overbearing when he sticks his tongue in your mouth. There’s such a rush for power. Jake’s technique is much calmer, a little softer… more professional, almost.

Because Jake already knows that he has all of the power.

You taste like strawberries and white rum, it’s fruity and sugary. Jake cups your face in his hands and groans out softly into your mouth. You’re exactly what he had imagined. He presses you into the counter, pressing his body firmly against yours. His denim-clad thigh is still slotted between yours, it’s right there and yet it isn’t close enough. You stumble on your feet as you try to grind down into him.

“Slow down, Baby Bird,” Jake muses, confidence dripping from the smug smile on his lips as he mouths at your jaw. His teeth graze your earlobe, his breath sending shocks straight to your core. “Daddy’s got you.”

You whimper softly onto his tongue.

It’s dizzying. You’ve been denying your attraction to Jake for months, trying so hard to be the girl that Bradley wants you to be, and you’re so relieved to let the curtain fall. The real you. Tangling your hands in Jake’s shirt, hooking one leg around his hip as his tongue trails across your jugular.

Jake grabs your hips in his strong, capable hands. He lifts you up onto the counter between the two sinks, hands grabbing at your thighs, parting them for him to rest in the middle. You grab the back of his neck for balance, holding his mouth against your throat. A moan slips your lips as his teeth graze over your skin. He sucks a firm kiss into the spot below your ear.

Your lips part, soft gasping breaths filling the air as Jake slips one strap of that pathetic scrap of fabric that you call a shirt off of your shoulder, lowering his mouth to suck warm kisses into your skin.

“So pretty.” Jake murmurs. Your fingers slide up into his hair, eyes closing contentedly as his mouth works against the smooth skin of your chest. He glances up at you as he nudges the other strap off of your shoulder. “You gonna let me fuck you, honey?”

You’re snapped back to reality as the question echoes in your ears. His mouth works skilled kisses across your collarbones, your bare shoulders, the base of your neck - any part of you that he can get his mouth on. His strong hands squeeze at your thighs as he holds them around his waist.

Are you going to let Bradley’s wingman fuck you?

“Gonna let me give it to you like he should’ve? - Like you deserve?” Jake goes on. As he sucks a bruising kiss into the base of your neck, you arch your back, pushing your chest up into his. The top slips slightly, exposing almost all of your breasts. You whimper at the force of his mouth on your skin, knowing that your underwear is soaked and wondering if he knows that too.

Your head lulls back as you expose more of your throat to him. He’s on you like a man possessed, sliding a hand up into your roots and tugging hard to keep the tender skin exposed to him, his mouth working feverishly over your skin.

“Yes, fuck yes.” You decide, parting your legs further, curling your nails into the nape of his neck.

“That’s my girl.” Jake praises. He’s quick to push your flimsy little shirt the rest of the way down. You aren’t shy about it in the slightest. Jake watches as you lean your palms back on the counter behind you, putting your weight on them, parting your legs a little further. Putting yourself on show, just for him.

Jake has the perfect view and he has been waiting eight. fucking. months for it.

It’s a goddamn travesty that Bradshaw had all of this and spent the whole time trying to control it. Trying to mould you into some perfect little housewife. Jake’s perfectly fine with you the way you are: looking up at him through your lashes, waiting for him to fuck the brains out of you.

Bradley has mentioned this once or twice in passing. That he feels that sometimes you aren’t mature enough. He’s never said the word, but Jake understands what he meant - you were a little slutty before Bradley. Now, Bradley’s insecure because he knows that you wouldn’t struggle to replace him. And so, he has spent months trying to make you into what he wants you to be. All his.

Jake knows you were never going to be all his. He was planning on making sure of it.

He groans softly as he lowers his mouth to your chest. He’s been waiting for this. He palms at one of your tits as his mouth nips at the other. Your head lulls back against the mirror behind you. He takes your nipple into his mouth and flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud, feeling you shudder against him. Jake takes it between his teeth as the pulls away, leaving you with a biting kiss as he moves back to peppering kisses across your tits.

You moan softly as his teeth send sparks through you, he feels your nails curl harder into his skin. He knew you’d like it a little rough. He imagines that Bradley hates that about you. Hates that you like being fucked like a slut. Jake loves it.

You lift your hips slightly, bracing yourself on your palms as you grind your core against the denim covering his thigh.

“So damn desperate for it,” Jake murmurs, clicking his tongue as he pulls his mouth away from your tits and looks over your flushed features. He shakes his head softly, almost like he feels bad for you. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

You clench around nothing and Jake feels the way your thighs press into his hips in an attempt to squeeze them shut for some friction. Jake smirks. He slides his hand between your legs and stands upright, his gaze falls down to watch as he nudges the lace between your legs to the side. You part your legs eagerly for him.

Jake grazes the knuckle of his index finger along your folds, then looks back up at that pretty face. And to think, Bradley Bradshaw was dumb enough to play you right into Jake’s capable and more than willing hands.

“Look at this,” Jake breathes out as his gaze falls back down to rest between your legs. You swallow hard, desperate for his touch. His index finger dips between your folds, his brows raise as he gathers your excitement on the tip of it. “So fucking wet. Tell me how badly you need me to give it to you, honey.”

Jake holds back. His middle and ring fingers nudge readily at your hole but he waits.

“So bad, so, so bad.” You rush out, stumbling over your words in the race to get them out. Jake raises an eyebrow; he waits, expectantly, for more. “Need you, Daddy. Need you to give it to me.”

And then his mouth is on yours. That’s all he needed to hear. You’re sucking softly at the tip of his tongue and he’s curling to fingers into you. You moan into his mouth. Your walls clench around his fingers as he fucks them into you. You’re intoxicated by that burnt vanilla scent and the taste of beer on his tongue, the feeling of his capable fingers curling into you.

Jake teeters on the line of brutal without daring to cross it. He’s precise and expert. It almost saddens you to realise it. He really is better than Bradley. Your head falls forwards to rest against his shoulder and you realise he’s still wearing his shirt. You push desperately at the fabric. Jake pulls his fingers from you briefly, just long enough to tug it over his head and drop it into the sink.

Then he’s thrusting them back into you, working you open. Your fingers find his belt and fumble with the buckle. Jake’s mouth sucks at the pressure point below your ear. It doesn’t help your efforts with his belt buckle to have your eyes rolling back in your head. His fingers and mouth have you clenching around him.

The buckle finally pops open. You tear open the button on his jeans and push down the zipper. Jake grunts softly as you spit into your palm and push it into the front of his jeans. This isn’t your first time giving a quick and dirty handjob in a bathroom. Bradley would be furious to know that.

Your hand tugs at his cock, jerking him off as you kiss his jaw. He thrusts his fingers deep into you, earning himself a desperate gasp.

“Please fuck me,” You whimper into his ear. His fingers are good but you need more. “Please, Daddy, please.”

Jake swallows, fighting to keep composure as he pulls his fingers from you. He licks his lips as his eyes browse over your features.

“Open your mouth.” He pushes at his jeans with one hand. You obey him without question. He slides two digits between your lips, breathing hard as he watches your mouth close around them. With his free hand, he tugs you to the edge of the counter. His jeans are down just far enough to expose himself. Just enough.

You moan onto his fingers as he slips his cock into you with ease. You’re so wet, so ready for him. Jake presses his fingers further into your mouth, feeling your throat at his fingertips. You hold him there obediently until tears begin to brim in your eyes. He pulls his fingers back courteously. His tongue wets his bottom lip as you gasp for air in their absence.

“So good for me, Baby Bird,” Jake murmurs as he curls his wet fingers into your roots and tugs hard. He presses your face into the crook of his neck, holding you firm against him as he fucks into you. “Such a good girl.”

Jake’s thrusts are hard and fast but he’s rocking himself deeply into you, letting you know that he’s just as good as Bradley. Better even. Jake’s seen Bradley coming out of the showers. He’s bunked with him on the carrier. He knows exactly what he’s up against and he isn’t threatened in the slightest. He knows for a fact that Bradley’s never had you begging for him like this.

Jake doesn’t take his time. He knows he’s only got so long before someone comes wandering through that door. He goes right to setting a brutal pace, ruthless as he fucks into you. Just how you need it. You’re gasping, moaning out for him as he grunts in your ear. Jake pulls his face back and forces your skirt up higher around your waist.

You lean back on your hands for him to have better access. Your lips part, mouth hanging open as he spits down between your bodies. His fingers catch the saliva and drag it upwards through your folds as his fingers find your clit.

“Oh my god.” You whimper as your head falls back to hit the mirror behind the counter. Jake’s thumb works his spit over the sensitive bundle of nerves, setting a firm pace to match the vigour in which his cock fills you.

“Does Bradshaw fuck you this good?” Jake breathes out. You shake your head pathetically, clawing onto his arm as your head rhythmically hits into the reflective surface behind you. It feels to good for you to care. You shake your head incoherently again. He doesn’t. Not like this. Jake fists his hand into your hair and pulls hard. “With you words.”

“No, fuck.” You whimper, practically convulsing under him as he builds you towards your orgasm. “You’re so good to me. You feel so fucking good. I’m so close.”

“You gonna cum for me, birdie?” Jake teases, punctuating his question with a hard snap of his hips that draws a shriek from your lips. With any luck, Bradshaw will be playing that stupid piano too loud for anyone to have heard that. You nod your head desperately. Jake smirks. He was going to have you talk dirty to him a little more but with the way you’re screaming, Jake figures that wouldn’t be too smart.

Still, he can’t bring himself to want you to shut up.

Rooster was doing a shitty job and Jake’s making it better. Who cares who hears?

Jake growls softly into the curve of your jaw, tugging at your hair as he pounds into you. Hard and dirty on the bathroom counter. Just the way he knew you’d like it when Bradley introduced you to him all those months ago, in your pretty little dress, looking like butter wouldn’t melt. Bradley might have fallen for it. Jake knows better.

The bathroom is filled with groans, incoherent sounds and Jake’s skin hitting yours. Your whole body tenses at once as he pushes you over the edge. Your nail drag sharply down his back, leaving scorching red marks in their wake. Jake’s hips stutter at the feeling, he rams himself into you hard and makes you cry out into his shoulder as your vision goes blisteringly white. His knuckles whiten around your roots as your walls clench around him.

Jake’s mouth leaves lazy, open-mouthed kisses across your jaw and cheeks, stopping as he kisses your temple. He gives you no time to recover, fucking you through your orgasm ruthlessly. He’s right behind you. His eyes catch something in his peripheral. Jake’s gaze flickers up to the mirror behind your head in time to see the door begin to nudge open.

Your walls contract around him as the aftershocks of your orgasm pass through your body.

Jake knows there’s only one person who would open that door after hearing what’s going on inside. He grunts softly, picking up the pace, impossibly harder as he chases after his own release. He buries his face into your neck, biting, sucking. You cry out as he thrusts himself deeply into you. Both hands grab at your hips and pull you flush against him as he spills into you. Your eyes are screwed shut and you’re crying out desperately.

Jake’s eyes find Bradley’s in the mirror. He breathes in through his mouth and then presses his lips to the curve of your jaw, still buried inside of you. Jake’s lips quirk up into a smirk. He tugs softly at your hair and you moan for him again. Jake doesn’t know how much of that Bradley heard, but he hopes it was most of it.

“Tell him who made you feel so good, birdie.” Jake teases, his eyes still on Bradley as he rocks his hips lazily a few more times. You’re too fucked out to realise the lapse in Jake’s choice of words. That he says tell him instead of tell me. Bradley’s frozen, still holding the door to the bathroom open. He burns, seething red as he looks at the fucked out look on your face. You moan tiredly and nuzzle your face into Jake’s jaw, eyes still closed, unaware.

“You, Daddy.”

Jake slips out of you and tucks himself swiftly into his jeans. You blink, trying to catch your breath. Your eyes fly wide open as you spot Bradley. He’s staring right at you. Your shirt slipped off of your shoulders and bunched around your middle, tits out and littered with teeth marks matching the ones on your neck. Your already almost indecently small skirt pushed up around your waist, exposing you completely.

You bolt upright and press your legs shut, covering your chest with your hands. Your mouth hangs open as you stutter for words.

Bradley turns his attention towards the blonde slipping his shirt back over his head. His face straightens and he seems calm for a moment.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.” Bradley tells his wingman. Jake grins.

You scream as Bradley lurches forwards and catches Jake’s shirt in his hands, scrambling up from the counter and forcing yourself back into your clothes. The straps aren’t compliant and your skirt is still too short, and your underwear is bunched up in all the wrong places. Your hair is fucked from Jake’s hands running through it. But your appearance isn’t your focus.

The look in Bradley’s eyes tells you that he isn’t joking.

Jake straightens up and puffs his chest out, unafraid and shameless, smirking, as he stands face to face with the man who’s girlfriend he just fucked.

…

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... You were in a dream.

The realisation hit you, the moment you became aware of yourself and your surroundings. Ironically, it felt like you had just ‘woken up’- snapping back to reality. But you couldn’t have been more conscious of the fact that this reality wasn’t yours.

You still felt like you were dreaming. Partly. It was hard to think, there was still that signature disconnect between your head and your body. And yet... you could feel things you didn’t normally feel in a dream, sensations that were usually either muted or entirely gone. Was this what lucid dreaming felt like? You'd never been able to do that before. You’d never woken up, and immediately known with every fibre of your being that you weren’t really ‘awake’.

... You looked up. There was a small table before you, draped in a spotless white cloth, and decorated by a single lit candle. Very gentle piano drifted through the air, jazzy and slow, like you were in the middle of a nice restaurant... two chairs pulled up on either side of the table.

... Someone occupied one of the chairs.

He was a skeleton. A tall skeleton, his bones were slick and dark, bluish black as a midnight sky, with the faintest iridescent sheen like the shimmer on a bubble or an oil spill. He looked as if he were made of tar. A clean smile of ice white teeth... one eye, a powerful, electric cyan blue, the other socket covered by that same tar-ish substance.

... He was wearing a suit. You didn’t expect that. A nice suit, it outlined him well, it made him look well-proportioned and tidy. Somehow, the liquid of his body didn’t stain the white cuffs or collar. Dream logic? You had no clue.

Were this any other situation, you probably wouldn’t have reacted as... calmly. But because you were in asleep, your mind felt far more forgiving of the bizarreness of the situation. Sure, a skeleton with inky bones and one glowing eye was waiting for you at a table set up like a date. Why not? You'd had weirder dreams.

That, and...

... Well, his face looked so... gentle. He simply stared at you, with a low smile, like you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. The candlelight flickered against him... he had a nice face. Strong curved cheekbones, a pretty defined jaw. His skull was handsome in a regal, timeless sort of way.

Your cheeks felt hot.

“ah. finally.” His voice was silky, low, and dark. Very pleasant to listen to, and exactly the kind of voice you expected to hear from a creature that looked like him. “i thought you’d never sleep.”

... You looked down at yourself. You were dressed for a date- an outfit you definitely didn’t normally wear.

“... come on, now. don’t be shy. i’ve been waiting for you.” He said, sweetly, patiently. “come sit with me.”

...

Well. It was just a dream, right? So you had nothing to lose. You shuffled over to the table, sitting down opposite him. His grin lifted, the flickering candle played with the shadows on his face... the gentle piano continued.

“i’m sans.” He shifted his elbows onto the table. The black parts of his suit, although it was clearly fabric, very faintly had the same iridescent sheen as his bones. “don’t worry, i already know your name.”

“... You do?” You asked. Was that something you needed to worry about?

He chuckled. The sound was handsome. “of course. it’s only a dream, right?”

“... Oh. Yes, right.”

Remembering that this was a lucid dream gave you a strange sense of... confidence. It made your chest puff up a little, it brought your hands out of their curled position on your lap, the anxieties you usually always carried finally melting off. Warm confidence flooded your system- he was right. You didn’t have to be embarrassed, or scared, did you? This was your dream, wasn’t it? You could do whatever you liked. Man, lucid dreaming was great.

‘Sans’ gained a slight twinkle to his beautiful blue eye. He kept looking at you like you were everything- it was making you feel warm. Important.

“i know it’s a boring question. but do tell; how was your day?”

“... Slow.” You replied. He had such a nice face. This was a nice dream. “Very slow.”

A knowing look. “sometimes a slow day is better than a frantic one.”

... You let out a little laugh. He leaned a fraction closer to you. “Yeah, I guess. I’d take a slow day over the kinds of days I normally get.”

“what would a normal day be, for you?”

“Like you said. Frantic.” He had instantly put you at ease. His dulcet tones, his impeccable sense of dress, his gentle aura... despite the fact that you were having a conversation with a skeleton, it felt like you were talking to an old friend. “I work a lot. Then on my few days off, it feels like I’m so exhausted I have no energy to spend on anything other than recovery. It sucks.”

“i think you aren’t alone in feeling like that. today is far too fast-paced.”

There was suddenly a wine glass in front of him. And in front of you, too. An expensive-looking bottle beside the candle, in the middle of the table- Sans picked up the bottle, offering it to you.

“shall i pour you something?” He asked, invitingly.

... You paused. “I... don’t really know if I should...”

“come on now.” He purred. “it’s a dream, right? you won’t have a hangover. when will there ever be a better time to have something to drink?”

“... Pft.” You felt... kinda silly for saying no. “Oh, alright then. I guess you’re right.”

Sans grinned. He poured you a generous serving, the liquid was a beautiful tyrian purple, and once he stopped pouring the candlelight in the wine made it appear as if your entire glass was filled with ruby. He filled up his own glass as well. It was good wine, too, it was exactly to your taste.

“... What is this, by the way?”

“... wine?”

“No, this.” You gestured around. “Are we on a date right now?”

“of course.” He placed his glass down and chuckled. Sans had such a warm gaze, despite the cold blue colour of his eye. It almost looked... adoring? He hadn’t stopped staring at you since the moment you woke up in this dream.

“Why?”

“because you’re wonderful.” He knitted his fingers together, using them as a cradle for his head. The ends of his phalanges looked sharp. “and i think you deserve a good date. none of those terrible, thoughtless outings you’ve been on recently.”

“How do you know I’ve been on dates?” You asked, but teasingly, drinking a bit more. Of course he knew, this was your dream. His eye flickered to your lips as they touched the rim of the glass, but they returned to your own eyes so fast you couldn’t tell if you really saw the movement at all.

“those fools don’t know what they’re doing. who tries to take someone back to their parents’ house on a first date?” He looked like he still couldn’t believe it. “despicable.”

You snickered at that one. Who wouldn’t?

“They weren’t so bad.” You said, softly. “Rough around the edges, sure. But they meant well.”

He leaned a little closer again. Every time you laughed, he seemed unable to stop himself from drawing nearer. The space was getting more and more intimate.

“you’ll realise how terrible they were when i show you how good dates can be.”

“I’m sorry, but...” You traced the rim of your glass. “am I going to get any more context on who you are? Or are you just too mysterious?”

“i’m nobody important.” He said, reaching the wine bottle across the table again and refilling said glass. “i haven’t any ulterior motives, dear, if that’s what you’re afraid of. i just want to get to know you.”

... You liked the way he said ‘dear’. It made you feel warm again. You swirled the wine around the glass, admiring the strange colour- huh, funny. Even though this was a dream, you could still feel that familiar sensation of being tipsy.

“... This is nice.”

“yes.” He murmured, gazing at you through a lidded socket. “it is.”

“I don’t really want to wake up.”

His eyelight flashed.

“... now. don’t go saying things like that, dear. someone might think you’re serious.”

///---///

You woke up with a lovely, soft, cosy feeling. Right down to your core. Far from your usual stuffy, too hot/too cold awakenings, the bed felt like a pair of arms around you- a comfortable pair of arms that made the thought of just closing your eyes and slipping back to sleep again all the more appealing.

...

You rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling. Morning light was seeping through the curtains; as nice as it sounded, you couldn’t really go back to sleep right now. The day was starting.

... You could almost still taste the wine. You almost felt like its fuzzy warming effect was still thrumming through your body. And, in your mind’s eye, you could still see him- looking at you, smiling, like you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

“i just want to get to know you.”

...

... Sans, huh?

///---///

“hello again, dear.”

The same feelings of ‘waking up’. The same knowledge you were dreaming. And, when you opened your eyes... the same skeleton in front of you.

No suit, this time. Just normal clothes, all toned as black as his bones, sharing his faint iridescence.

... This dream wasn't set at a table. It was on a sunny street corner, in a musical-looking city, bright blue sky and quaint cafes surrounding you, bicycles and colourful pedestrians and trees on every inch of available pavement. People busied past both of you, like you weren’t even there- like there was nothing strange about a large, ink-black skeleton holding the hand of a bewildered human.

... Holding your hand. You blinked, looking down... his midnight claws were entwined with your fingers.

You looked back up at his face. “Sans?”

He grinned, evidently delighted you recalled his name. There was so much you didn’t know, in his eye, so much he understood but you didn’t.

“surprised to see me? i said you i’d take you on more dates, didn’t i?”

Yes. You were very surprised. It took you a few moments to gather the words, mouth opening and closing again, dumbly.

“... I-I just... it was a dream.” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. “My dreams don’t normally...”

“repeat?” He squeezed your hand gently, brushing his thumb over the back of your palm. “perhaps they do. perhaps they just weren’t worth remembering before now.”

You flushed at the casual touch. “I didn’t expect to see you again.”

“well." He tilted his skull. "are you the good kind of surprised, dear?”

Again, yes. But you didn’t seem to need to say it, judging by the delighted softness his smile took on.

“... Where are we?”

“you're so cute. paris.” He replied, amiably. “i took the liberty of finding the nicest looking side. it’s a charming city, certainly... but not all of it is this pretty.”

“... I never thought I’d...”

“... be able to go?” His voice was a disarming, lulling purr. “i told you. i want to take you on real dates. we can go anywhere you want- anywhere at all. time and distance are no issue.”

“Why?”

“i said so before. i just want to get to know you.”

... You looked around. At the beautiful streets. You could hear people talking, smell baked goods and coffee. It was so romantic... so unlike anywhere you’d ever been.

...

“Could... we go somewhere high up, when the sun goes down?” You asked. “To see the lights?”

... A small laugh left his chest. Like your question had an incredibly obvious answer.

“... of course we can.”

///---///

Sans, whoever he was... he was quickly becoming a staple of your life.

He kept his promise. He took you on dates. Wonderful ones, hopelessly romantic ones- strolls through starlit woods, picnics on hills overlooking the ocean, scenic boat rides through canals and rivers alike, city tours that felt so impossibly vivid and real despite the fact that your feet never ached. Various delightful places across the world you were certain you’d never be able to visit in your own reality.

... Sans was charming. Charming in a sophisticated, cultured way, he had that lifted air to him that made you feel so important when he seemed to so much enjoy listening to what you were saying. He spoke sweetly, he was effortlessly funny, he knew precisely how to make you unwind. He already knew more about you than most people in your life.

Though you still knew nothing about him.

You’d never been so well-slept. Your dreams were starting to become your favourite place. Why wouldn’t they? Nobody in the waking world treated you so kindly. There was nowhere else where you felt so consistently cared for, listened to. If you ate together, you would wake up not hungry anymore. If you drank, you would feel the faint buzz even after your eyes opened.

... And you always felt warm.

...

You hadn’t researched Sans until now. There was just... something that felt prying about it? You had no reason to think that way. Today was the day you were going to try and find out something about your nightly visitor.

... It was worth researching. Dreams that recurred that often probably had meaning, right?

A few google searches wouldn’t hurt.

///---///

You saw him again the next night. Because of course you did.

... It was a much simpler setting than usual. Sans usually took you to places that would take your breath away... here, it was just a park bench in a flower garden.

“morning.” He said, with a teasing lilt to his voice. “how was your day?”

You sat down beside him. Your heart was starting to beat faster. “... Could I talk to you about something?”

He paused. Only for a moment. It seemed like... he could sense your apprehension.

“... oh. of course.”

“I... did some research today.”

A flicker of something in his face. He covered it quickly. “the fun kind of research?”

“Research about dreams. And nightmares.” You fiddled with your hands, looking anywhere but him. “It took some digging. But I found something eventually. Old legends, really old, about a being that can enter people’s minds while they sleep and influence what they dream about. A skeleton with black bones.”

...

“... interesting.”

“... A lot of stuff was different. Like... tentacles, ‘evil’ energy, making people have night terrors so bad they’d give themselves insomnia to avoid sleeping. But, I mean... a skeleton with black bones that enters people’s minds while they sleep?”

... Sans had gone quiet. You glanced at him.

“Are you... uh... are you ‘Nightmare’?”

...

As you held his blue eye, a strange sensation fell over you.

It was like... you had come home, and a door you were certain you left closed was wide open. The feeling of staring into a room and knowing, just knowing, there was someone in there that shouldn’t be there.

An interloper.

His face... suddenly didn’t look quite as inviting.

...

Had he always been that big?

...

“i see.” He said, softly.

...

Then you were awake. Staring blankly at your ceiling.

You didn’t feel warm. Not at all.

///---///

It was a normal dream, at first. A busy room full of people you didn’t recognise, a nonsensical list of reasons you had to be there that only made sense because your higher thought functions were locked away. Your head felt as though it were stuffed full of sand, and you had little care in the world aside from the base anxieties your brain was projecting onto the scene before you. A test, a missed train, you couldn't even recall.

A normal dream.

...

Something in the corner of your eye flickered. A shadow, moving the wrong way.

...

Just like that, you were aware.

The hair on the back of your neck prickled, the faces around you blurred and unfocused. You felt... singled out. Alone. A real person, in a room full of mannequins.

... You could tell he was there. You'd had enough dreams with him to know when he was nearby. But you couldn't see him- you turned around, only the rest of your dream behind you. But you could feel it... he was in there with you.

"... Sans?" You said.

... Nothing.

Your voice wobbled. “Are you... are you there?”

Silence.

...

“Nightmare?”

“no.” He said, softly, right in your ear. You jumped- it sounded as if he was standing behind you. “do not call me that.”

You didn’t turn around. Something told you there was a reason he was remaining out of view. “... Why did you disappear?”

He hissed. “i never wanted it to be like this.”

“Like... this?”

“it should’ve stayed a dream. it was never meant to be real.”

...

Your gaze dropped to the floor. The carpet, a product of your sleeping mind, repeated itself over and over.

... You suddenly felt... stupid. For a lot of reasons- but mostly for letting yourself feel hurt by that.

What did you think was going to happen, getting so attached to a random guy in your dreams that did little more than take you on a few pretty looking dates and say a few sweet words? All he had to do was feign interest in what you said, and you were like a fish on a hook. Idiot.

You wanted to wake up.

...

Hands pressed against your shoulders.

“ ... that’s not what i meant.” His voice was a lot softer, suddenly. Softer than you'd ever heard it before- softer, even than your 'first date'.

It was your turn to not respond.

“dear.” It felt like he wanted you to turn around, now. You didn’t. “i promise that’s not what i meant.”

When you spoke, your voice was sullen. This was the end of your nice dreams, wasn't it? “... What else could you possibly mean by that?”

He didn’t let go of your shoulders. “i... it was...”

... Him needing a moment to speak... it didn't exactly cheer you up, but it made you return to the moment a little. It made you listen. You were so used to him knowing exactly what to say at any given moment, silken words coming so easily- the fact that he needed time to gather his thoughts made what he was about to say seem a bit more genuine.

“... the waking world is so complicated.” He finally said. “dreams... are the escape. i didn’t want this to be complicated.”

...

“... Complicated.” Your tone had significantly eased. He wasn’t wrong. Things had definitely become more complicated, as soon as you brought the real world in.

“i wanted to see you.” His hands moved, from your shoulders to your torso. “i wanted to know you, but i didn’t... want you to have to think. i just wanted to be a dream, for you, someone you could escape to. i wanted to be a good dream for once.”

You didn’t reply. He was convincing. But you didn’t even know if you believed him.

“... don’t wake up.” He murmured. You felt his face press to the back of your head... his arms tucked around your middle.

“I don’t know if I can trust you.” You said. “I don’t know anything about you.”

“i didn’t want you to be afraid of me.”

“Should I be?”

“no.” Instantly, breathlessly. Like he couldn’t believe you asked that. “no, of course not.”

...

You sighed.

“What’re you willing to tell me?”

“whatever you ask.”

... It was an interesting way of wording it. You didn’t miss the specificity- whatever you asked him, he would answer. But volunteering information seemed beyond him for now.

“we should go somewhere. to talk.” He offered. “where do you want to go?”

You paused.

...

“Well. How about... somewhere you want to go, this time?”

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thoughtsonlou · 4 months

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I just got back to my hotel after the Away From Home Festival and I needed to document my thoughts! This is the third festival in a row that I have attended and so far, this was my personal best experience. In Spain, I had planned poorly and ended up feeling dehydrated and sick, Italy was a travel nightmare (and the worst merch stand experience I have ever had), but Mexico was organized so well. Starting off, I actually got my bracelet this time (unlike Italy where most of them got thrown in the trash??). The merch line was short and efficient (I got a beautiful t-shirt—Louis’ merch never misses). The entire area was lively with colorful food stands, banners, lights, a giant AFHF sign in front of some stone. There was plenty of space, but it still felt like there were a lot of people there. The atmosphere was so chill, I loved it. Surprisingly, I never felt hot, the sun went down quickly and there was a gusty breeze most of the night.

Now for the music…

I completely missed Rodrigo Leal. I could hear Gibby while I went through the line outside (and I saw him later getting photos with fans). I thought he sounded great. I listen to some of his songs sometimes. Reverend and the Makers were better than I thought they would be. The lead singer fumbling with the Mexican flag was a bit comical, but they sounded tight as a group. Honestly, Dylan was kind of my favorite (of the openers). I didn’t really vibe with her music before the concert, but she was great on stage, and I respect that she cut all the Harry stuff. She added a rock edge to her more pop-y songs, and it changed them for the better. I don’t know she was just so charismatic on stage I dug it. Kevin Kaarl was clearly adored by the audience. Unfortunately, I don’t speak a word of Spanish, so I did not understand anything (and may have taken a bit of a snooze on the ground during his set). However, that is not to say I thought he was bad, quite the opposite. It was a nice change of pace, and his voice was moving. I love the DMA’s and were stoked that they were performing this year. They did not disappoint. I was a little distracted because Oli was like fifteen feet away from me singing along and dancing it was really cute 😊. It was so cool to have such a big band there at Louis’ festival. Ooooh the lineup was certainly my favorite of all the AFHFs I have been to so far. Spain is a close second, but I truly loved every act here, and in the case of Dylan, found her way more compelling in person.

Now for Louis…

He is pretty isn’t he. I can’t believe he essentially wore the poster as his outfit. His hair was perfect, and his skin glistening.

My top five songs from the night (in order of the setlist) were: MEGAMIX—All this time is the perfect song argue with the wall, and the live album made me appreciate the intro and transition between att and sibwawc even more than before, I though all of those sounds were prerecorded track, but I saw Steve messing with one of those sound board thingies in real time… neat! WALLS—this song just makes me emotional, especially when the crowd is so into it like they were tonight. BACK TO YOU—as much as I love a sappy moment, a festival set should be energetic and fun, and that’s what back to you is, she had me jumpin’. SATURDAYS—I admire that he has the confidence to sing alone at the microphone with hardly any backing instrumental for that long, it is so pretty, but when that build up pays off it is soooo good, the wall of sound was really taking the pain away on this Saturday. SILVER TONGUES—trust I meant it when I said, ‘I don’t feel like going home,’ what a jovial song I’m smiling just thinking about it, this song fills me with warmth!!

The instrumental outro is sick, and I can never remember what it sounds like, so that was fun to hear. I was trying not to be a grouch about the 1d songs, but why is night changes there for real? If he replaced it with We Made It, or HEADLINE?!?!?! this would be a darn good setlist. Drag me down is actually pretty good in my opinion. Where do Broken Hearts Go is fine live, but I dislike it in principle (if you’re going to sing a 1d cover, at least pick one you wrote on?).

The worst part of the night was when Chris walked right in front of me during night changes.

The best part of the night was going balls to the walls during Silver Tongues.

Truly the night (especially Louis’ set) flew by! I had a great time and cannot wait to see what is in store for next year :)

#faith in the future #afhf 2024

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Teenage Dream

Summary: Jack prepares for his first date (with a girl)

Note: she/her pronouns

“Are you sure?” Jack brushed down the black shirt and army style jacket Dean gave him.

The sleeves went a couple inches past his hand, so he had to roll them up to fit properly. The shirt, on the other hand, fit well.

“Trust me, chicks dig the bad boy look,” Dean said. “A little dirt, a little grime. Works every time.”

Jack had never been on a date before, but he imagined dressing nicer than this. Wearing his FBI suit, maybe. It was the nicest one he owned and the sleeves fit perfectly.

He turned to Sam. “Is that true?”

“Sometimes,” Sam said, without looking up from his computer.

But Jack had seen a good amount of romance films and couldn’t imagine Sam as the bad boy in any of them. In his mind, he was always the nice guy. The hero.

“Did you think you’d go in your FBI suit?” Dean laughed. “This is a date, kid, not a case.”

“I like that suit. Cass says blue is my color.”

Cass nodded. “It’s true. And that”—he pointed at Jack—“is horrible.”

“Hey!” Dean shouted. “That’s style. Army green, simple tees. That’s in right now. It’s all over the mags.”

“Mags?” Sam said.

“Magazines. God, you guys are old.”

Jack watched the scene unfold. Dean was doing that thing where he pretended to be young again while Sam groaned and Cass filed his nails against the wooden table. Usually, he’d let it go on, but there were just thirty minutes until his date with you and he still didn’t have an outfit.

“I don’t have time for this!” Jack shouted. His skin was hot like when he used his powers.

“Woah. Relax. It’s just a date,” Dean said.

“He’s never been on a date before, Dean,” Sam countered.

“So? Neither has Cass and he’s doing fine.”

“Dating, love, relationships. Those are human things,” Cass said. “Trivial.”

“Trivial?” Dean craned his neck toward him and the pair erupted into yet another argument as Sam approached Jack.

“It doesn’t matter what you wear,” he said. “Just be yourself. Girls can tell when you’re faking.”

“They can?” Jack felt more nervous than before. It was all too human. And he was only half of that. He wasn’t used to having sweaty palms or a butterfly-filled stomach. He thought he was sick the first time he felt their flutter before Sam explained that it was normal.

“Uh, yeah. Sometimes,” Sam coughed. “But you’ll be fine.” He gave him those puppy dog eyes he gave families when working a case: his attempt to take half of their pain. It worked sometimes. Jack was grateful it worked now.

“Okay,” he said, leaving to change.

He hurried to his room and put on a white button up paired with a brown suit. That blue tie he loved. He stopped for a moment to look in the mirror, did an awkward smile, then made his way back to the command center.

The chaos had died down by the time he arrived, and all three of the boys sat around the table listening to Sam. Jack overlooked the scene from the head of the table. This was one of the few times the bunker was quiet: when one of them was talking and the others listened. And that was rare. Most days, they talked over each other.

“Woah. Look at you.” Sam was first to notice him. His dimples pinched his cheeks as he smiled.

“Much better,” Cass rasped.

Dean scrunched his face and made his way over to him. Jack wiped sweaty palms down his blazer. Dean was never all that nice to him, but a couple months in the bunker and they had become somewhat of a family.

“You’ve got to learn how to properly tie a tie,” Dean said, and he adjusted it for him. “There. Not as good as before but… decent.” He nodded, then fished in his pocket and produced silver keys. “Here.”

“You’re letting me drive the impala?” Jack said.

“Don’t make me regret it.��

Sam clapped. “Alright, go get ‘em, tiger.”

A rush of energy overcame Jack, though he couldn’t tell why. It might’ve been confidence or nerves or something entirely different—he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t used to feeling this way. He had grown accustomed to fear and adrenaline. Love, even. But never romantic, and never like this.

This would be the first time he went on a real date, and one where no one tried to kill him. He felt prepared; he knew what to do. Once he got to the restaurant, he would pull your chair out for you, you’d talk, and then you’d fall in love with him.

There was only one thing he was unsure about.

“What should I say when I get there?” he asked.

“I read in a Teen Vogue magazine it’s custom to talk about your interests,” Cass said.

“Zombies?”

“No—no zombies!” Dean said. “For the love of god, no zombies.”

“Just follow her lead, okay?” Sam said.

Jack nodded, making a mental note of all the advice he’d be given. But if he wasn’t allowed to talk about zombies, what would he talk about?

“Uh, kid.” Dean laid a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not moving.”

“I’m not?”

“No,” Cass said. “You’ve been standing in Dean’s beer puddle for thirty seconds now.”

“Oh.” He felt the liquid squish below his feet.

“Here, I’ll walk you.” Sam placed a hand on his back and led him to the door.

“You’ll call me if you need help?”

Leaving during a case felt wrong—like when he finished a box of cereal and it didn’t have a toy in it or when he waved at someone and they didn’t wave back—but Sam insisted he go.

“Yeah,” Sam said, opening the door for him.

Jack lifted a slow hand and waved goodbye.

Sam smiled and waved back; gave him that look that took half his nerves, half his pain. Then the door shut and it was time for his date.

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in-hav3n · 1 year

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✯ 𝓢𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐲

❘❘ NSFW - sex scene - age gap

At 10pm, you were standing in the 5th floor corridor of the most luxurious hotel of the city, waiting for James. You've never waited so impatiently in your entire life. Leaned against the wall between two doors, you were lost in your thoughts, playing with his cowboy hat, looking at every detail of it. You could see it was used for ages. You smiled at the thought and even smelled it, which could have been really weird but everything related to him interested you.

You sighed, wondering when he'd be there. Your heart was already pounding in anticipation of what was about to come. Well to be honest, you hadn't a real idea of what was coming but what happened earlier in his backstage room was enough to show James' intentions.

And this is why you were a bit nervous. You've never done this with someone you weren't in a relationship with and you weren't as experienced as he was, this scared you bit.

The sound of elevator coming and the doors opening brought you back to reality. You jumped on your feet when you see James figure coming over you, with a smile. He had changed his outfit probably for dinner or an interview, you didn't know.

He was wearing a simple black tank top over a dark blue jeans. Simple but hot with his tattoos. His boots were echoing on the corridor's carpet at each step as he was coming over you. You smiled shyly at him, turning your body to face him, still playing with his cowboy hat, making it turn between your fingertips.

No words were exchanged for a moment. He was just looking over you with all his height with a perfect malicious grinned behind his mustache and this was driven you crazy.

"Come sweetheart", he finally said, taking you by the hand to guide you over his suite door.

He opened it straight away with the card key he took from his back pocket. You followed him, looking first if no one caught you. Even if James was the one dragging you inside his room, you could still lost your job and that was the last thing you ever wanted.

Once inside, James closed the door behind you. You hadn't the time to look around that he pushed you gently against the wall, leaning on one of his hand to locked you up like a prey.

And to be honest, you liked that sensation. You were the prey he was looking at, thinking how he was about to devour you and this was crazy. He took back his cowboy hat and placed it on the table next to you both.

"Where were we...?" he asked with a low and almost sensual tone. "Oh yes...We were talking about how much I loved catching you looking at me, right?".

You gulped and gasped for air, biting your lower lip. James moved his body so he was a bit closer to you, his face being now very close. You flushed strongly.

"You're so cute when you're blushing...", he confessed, rubbing your cheek with his finger. "But don't be ashamed. I told you, I liked it".

"Really?", you finally managed to say in a breath, moving your back on the wall to be more comfortable.

James nodded with a cheeky corner smile as he took your hand to place it on his crotch, like he did earlier. But this time he let you touched it more, showing you how to do rub him and you could feel him getting harder.

God, how it was possible? you thought as biting your lip again.

"Like what you're touching sweetheart ?", he said, proud as watching every reaction from you. You answered with a small nod. It was time to be less shy, you could do it.

"Yes..I like it", you let out a bit more confident and that made James smile.

"Don't be afraid with me...", he came closer now, you could felt his breath on your lips. It smelled like cigar and it was a pure delight. You couldn't wait to taste his mouth.

"Just let it go, you're safe here", he whispered before he finally took your lips for a sweet kiss. It was short pecks first, with open eyes to look at each other, until you crashed yourself your lips on his, showing him what you wanted.

James smiled, kissing you deep as he cupped your face to deepened it more. It was difficult to keep your hand on his crotch while embracing him so you decided to wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tip toes since he was taller than you. His lips were tasting so good, a sweet mix of cigar and lemon. He probably drink something with that taste earlier.

His hands left your face tough but still kissing you, he kneeled a little to lift you up in his arms. You broke the kiss to gasp of surprised, holding him tighter as he walked till the other side of the suite, to the bedroom.

There, he gently placed you on the bed. Your body landed on the mattress and you quickly leaned on your elbows, looking at him with a mischevious smile. You tried to do as he said, trying to be relaxed even if it was new experience for you. James crawled on top of you to kiss you more, his tongue asking for entrance now to start a passionate and sensual dance with yours.

It was perfect and like you imagined it and yet, it was only the beginning. He soon pulled away and changed the position. He sat on the bed and brought you back on your feet so you could stood in front of him, between his legs. He rubbed his palms on your ass through your skirt and it was a very good sensation, even through the fabric.

"Mmh..Still wet for me baby?", he asked with a grin, moving his hands.

"I think I am", you replied with a nod, smiling for him. He chuckled low.

"Then show me..." he pushed you closer with his hands, your breasts hitting his chest, "show me how much you want me...".

You took a deep breath, trying to act confident. You slowly opened your skirt, unzipped the zipper and slowly put the skirt on the floor. You took off your sandals at the same time, leaving you in tank top and panties in front of him. You were blushing but more because of the situation and the fact that you were absolutely burning inside. Your womanhood was on fire and you could felt it.

James hummed of pleasure as seeing you undressing and he touched your exposed skin, grabbing your ass. Feeling his hands on you was an absolute pleasure and you felt a shiver crossing your body.

"Come here", he whispered as gesturing you to straddle him and you obeyed. Carefully, you placed your both knee on each side of him and he kept caressing your butt, playing with your thong waistband. You decided to roll your hips a little and this made him smile.

He pecked your lips again, a few times, before making you roll to lay you on your back on the mattress. You giggled of surprise this time and naturally opened your legs to make space for him. He pecked your lips, then pecked your neck before gliding his body from the bed to the floor, where he kneeled down. You looked at him with a curious glance and smile.

"Took off that panties and showed me how wet you are baby", he asked again and the fact that he was giving you some kind of orders was ecstatic.

You nodded and slowly put it off before throwing it away inside the room. You kept your legs closed for a moment, feeling a bit exposed and your shyness coming back. James noticed it and placed his both hands on your feet.

"Don't be shy...", he said low as slowly opening your legs, exposing you to him. He chuckled proudly when he noticed how wet you already were.

"I didn't know I would make such effects on you...", he gently said as pulling you over him, opening your legs in front of his face. "You have such a pretty pussy...all wet for me" he whispered as caressing your inner thighs, the shiver forcing you to lay down on your back.

Soon his fingers arrived on your wet folds and the touch gave you a strong shiver, causing you to whine of pleasure.

James giggled and did it again. "So sensitive...", he kept saying as rubbing your lips, gently touching your clit. You moaned again and louder this time, arching your back. James pushed you closer again so he face was really near your pussy, you could also felt his breath on you. You managed to raised a bit your head, leaning back on your elbows to see what he was about to do.

You couldn't kept anymore the loud whine you let out when you feel his tongue licking your wet lips, many times, before lapping on your clit, slowly. Your head titled back and your eyes closed, enjoying the sensation.

"Oh my god..." you whispered with a moan as you felt him licking your entrance, eating you out like a pro.

No doubt he knew what he was doing and it was a pure pleasure. "Oh yes!", he was now teasing your clit, licking and sucking it sweetly, his mustache and beard scratching your sensitive lips. This was insane.

"You taste so good sweetheart", he said as pulling off to catch some air before going back on exploring your lips. "I could eat your pussy all nigh long", he praised again, now testing your entrance with his index, slowly pushing it inside you.

The erotic moan you let out told him he was doing it good and he loved it. He added a second one feeling you were already stretched out for him. He moved them slowly inside you for a moment, going back to suck on your clit at the same time. You were gripping hard the bed sheets, feeling you were loosing control. This was enough to bring you to paradise of pleasure and he hadn't fucked you yet.

James sucked your clit one last time before he pulled off gently his fingers, planting a kiss on your pussy. An unexpected but pleasant gesture. You hadn't come yet but you didn't mind. You wanted him and right now.

James stood up at the side of the bed. and you could clearly see the huge bulge inside his pants. You bite your lips of anticipation, knowing he must be full hard right now and just because of you? You couldn't still believe it. James touched his crotch and caught you glancing up at him. He grinned.

"Be a good girl and took off that top for me", he asked you and you did it without thinking twice.

You put off your tank top and soon your bra, throwing them near the bed, on the floor. James kept looking at you with lustful eyes and darkened pupils. You were absolutely like he imagined your body to be and this aroused him a lot. No doubt you were the kind of girl he liked and he couldn't wait to possess you.

"Gorgeous..." he whispered and this was enough to make you flushed.

He took off his tank top, and you looked at him undressing, enjoying every minute of it. He grinned as he caught your glance again and unzipped his pants, putting off his boxer at the same time as well as his boots. He was now standing naked in front of you and you couldn't prevent yourself from biting your lower lip.

He was absolutely hot and sexy. You wetted just by looking at his beautiful body. He took a condom he had prepared on his bedside table and rolled it on his hard member.

"Like what you see darling?", he asked with a grin and naughty tone when he noticed you were still looking at him.

You nodded and gestured him with your index to come closer. He chuckled and climbed on the bed, positioning himself on top of you. "I see you're more comfortable now".

"Yes I am", you moan as cupping his face to kiss him deep and sensually. You needed to feel him, you needed to feel his hot skin against yours. You laid down slowly still embracing him, opening your legs to give him space.

"Ready babygirl ?", he asked gently as pulling off.

"I want you...j-just...Can we..? I'm sorry, I'm not that...experienced", you mumbled out, a bit nervous, your hands placed on his shoulders.

You really hoped he wouldn't be disappointed by your lack of experience in sex. James smiled and just caressed your face with his fingertips.

"Who cares...I'm going to make you feel good, let's just focus on that alright?". You nodded and he bend to peck your lips before this peck leaded you both into another kissing session.

As kissing you, James hand slowly positioned himself and you gasped, thinking about what was about to come and you mentally thanked him for such kindness. He soon pulled away, getting on his knees to take a pillow.

"Put this under your pelvis", he told you as helping you to place it correctly. "There you go...", he opened your legs for him, grabbing his dick in one hand, slowly teasing your clit with his tip. You looked at him doing it and giggled with a whine of pleasure.

"You like this?" he asked you, doing it again which gave you an other squeeze of pleasure.

"Yes a lot", you confessed in a moan, your head titling back but you wanted to look at it, this vision was purely erotic.

James collected some of your wetness on his tip then, placed himself at your entrance before slowly pushing his thick cock inside you.

"OH !", you laid on your back, moaning and arching your back strongly as you felt him going inside you until he reached the spot.

You placed your arms above your head, gripping the sheets as your legs opened wider naturally for him. He looked a you, searching for your agreement and when you nodded at him, he started to move slowly.

To have an easy access inside, he placed his hands on your hips, having some kind of control on your body. You placed your hands on his, gripping them as you feel pleasure invading you. You closed your eyes, moaning at each thrusts.

"God...you're so tight baby...feels good" he groaned between two thrusts, still going with a slow and regular pace. He felt you were stretching around him at each pushes he was given and he started to move a bit faster.

"Feels good...like this" you whined and moaned freeing one of your hand to touch slowly your swollen clit with your index.

"Oh my god" you moaned when the touch gave you a strike of pleasure.

"You're such a naughty girl...Playing with yourself like this" he groaned low, his eyes not leaving this beautiful image he had in front of him.

He never thought you could be like this but he liked it. He also loved the fact that you seemed more relaxed and comfortable around him.

"Is that what you do when you think about me?". You opened your eyes to catch his dark one and you nodded frantically, biting your lip.

Oh yes, he had no idea that you did that so many times and now you couldn't believe it was really happening. And it was thousand time better than you never expected. He was so good at it.

"Touch yourself for me sweetheart. Make you cum for me" he asked as increasing his movements now. He changed a bit his position, moving his knee to be more comfortable and this pushed him deeper inside you. You moaned loud of surprise and pleasure and your moves on your swollen clit fastened.

"Like this James, yes!", you begged him but you were so desperate to cum now, the pleasure becoming out of control.

Your head landed on the matress and your back arched like you've never did before as you kept praising him to go on his pushes, your climax coming. With the grip he had on your hips, he could make your pelvis hit his in a obscene sound.

"That's it baby... Cum for me. Cum all over my cock. I want it" he helped you with his dirty talk but when you opened your eyes again and saw him on top of you, fucking you so well, with his sweaty inked arms and beautiful face, it was enough to pushed you over the edge. Your pussy wetted more, helping his thrusts.

"OH..." you moaned loud as moving your pelvis at this pace, moving your index faster on your clit, feeling his dick hitting your spots and this bulge of pleasure blooming inside your lower belly. "Yes James...don't stop...like this".

"C'mon baby, give it to me! " he groaned louder.

"Yes, yes, yes !" you panted hard as finally the explosion came inside you, pushing a shot of pleasure through your veins and a strong shiver.

"Oh god !" you moaned again as riding your orgasm, legs shaking. James stayed deep but didn't move, feeling your pussy squeezing around his dick. He groaned as he fought to keep his dick inside, your pussy pushing to let it out.

You touched your clit till the end, your belly moving up and down frantically. He was groaning and chuckling proud of himself as bending to kiss you.

"Good girl" he whispered, pecking you many times.

He was still moving inside you, your pussy being now oversensitive and a bit sore but you didn't mind, somehow it was pleasant and you wanted him to reach his pleasure as well. You tried to caught your breath, watching him enjoying his pleasure. He was gorgeous.

"I want you to come inside me...please", you begged again, touching your clit to tease him cause you noticed how much he liked watching your doing it.

"I'm gonna cum inside that pretty pussy of yours don't worry... Is that what you want baby?", James hands left your hips to stay for on the mattress. He leaned on them for support, fucking you missionary now but with in a intimate way, his chest stuck on yours.

"Yes James, I want it so much...", you answered, keeping a hand on your cunt.

James bend to look at what you were doing, moaning before bending to kiss you deep. You felt his dick pushing deeper again and it was your turn to moan against his lips. You pulled away and locked your eyes with his.

" Fuck me James, cum inside me. I want it so much", you whispered, looking deep inside his beautiful blue eyes and no longer after, you saw him closing his eyes, gasping and panting hard, groaning low as he cum inside you. You could felt his dick contracted around your walls and somehow, It was pleasant and you moaned with him.

"OH... God!", he closed his eyes, groaning and mumbling some "fuck" moving slowly inside you until he finally pulled out all of his seed.

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pottypet · 2 years

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Can you tell us about the biggest mess you've made in a diaper

Thanksgiving Mess

After my accident in Wal-Mart my boyfriend started requiring that I wear diapers whenever we went out in public together. So if I wanted to attend Thanksgiving dinner with his family I would have to wear one so I don't embarrass him in front of everyone by accidentally pooping in my panties. I was hesitant to wear such an embarrassing thing to dinner but I didn't want him to be upset with me so I agreed.

I wore my diaper under my skinny jeans and hoped it wouldn't be too noticeable. My boyfriend assured me that no one would be able to tell I was even wearing one. I felt confident in my outfit and we went on our way to his parent's home.

We sat at the table with his entire family and chatted away before his mom brought the food out. I stuffed myself with ham, turkey, green beans, mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, and so much more. After about 40min of eating I was entirely full. Once everyone was finished with their dinners we stayed at the table and continued conversing and joking around with each other.

After a while of talking with his family I started to feel my tummy shift. It felt like my dinner was about to go right through me. My face went pale as I felt my cheeks clench, trying my best to keep my cool and to stop myself from losing control.

His family continued their conversations and didn't seem to notice me in discomfort which I was grateful for. I couldn't hold it in anymore. A thick gush escaped my body and squirted out into the seat of my diaper. I knew I wasn't finished though so I prayed that no one could tell what was happening and continued soiling myself at the table. Gush after gush of thick, soft, poo began filling my diaper, squishing up my crack and spreading over my cheeks. My entire Thanksgiving dinner was coming out into my diaper. I could feel my diaper getting bigger and heavier and started to worry that I might have a blow-out.

I was nearly finished messing myself when his older brother noticed. A wet squirting noise came from my diaper when he got everyone's attention. "What was that sound??" he asked. "...and what is that smell?" his sister chimed in.

"May I be excused?" I asked as I stood up from the table, hoping to escape the situation. I was unaware of how I looked before his family began freaking out. Apparently my diaper had poofed out so much that it was extremely visible in my jeans. And the weight of the mess in my diaper had caused my jeans to sag, exposing my diaper's waistband to everyone. His whole family could clearly see that I was wearing a diaper... and that it was full.

"Oh my god... she's wearing a diaper!" his grandma shrieked. "She shit herself!" his cousin shouted. "If you want to pack your pampers full then go take a seat at the kid's table!" his uncle laughed. "Awee does the baby need a diapey change??" his brother teased.

My face turned bright red as I quickly left the room. My boyfriend followed me out into the living room. I thought he was going to comfort me but when I looked he was holding a diaper bag. "Let's take care of that messy diaper" he sighed. "In here?!" I yelped.

I accepted defeat and layed out on the floor like a toddler, feeling my hot, squishy, mess all over my bottom. My boyfriend took my jeans off and then, to my surprise, his family entered the room. "We want to see how you change such a big messy diaper!" his brother laughed. My boyfriend laughed along and then unfastened the tabs on my diaper. I wanted to disappear, I was mortified.

He opened my diaper up and exposed my mess to everyone. Brown sludge was caked up my crack and all over my cheeks. The entire diaper was filled with it. "Oh my god, she's destroyed that thing!" his mom shouted. "Poor girl had quite the accident!" his grandpa said while shaking his head. "My kiddo never poops that bad!" his sister laughed.

My boyfriend began wiping me clean, letting them all see my bum up in the air.

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watchmegetobsessed · 1 year

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Harry has been your first ever crush. As your brother’s best friend, it was kind of inevitable to fall into the cliche of yearning after the boy that always hung out in your basement, playing video games with your brother and eating out the fridge. He was practically family. Well, not to you, because you always harboured deeper feelings for him, but you kind of always knew he only saw you as a little sister. with an age gap of four years, he always felt like he was out of your reach, way too old for you.

But the years went by, he went off to college with your brother and you did the same when your time came and suddenly you weren’t a little girl anymore but a 26 years old woman with a buzzing career and a whole new, independent life away from where you grew up.

You were visiting home and it happened to be at the same time your brother did too along with Harry who was still his best mate. Your mom invited him over for dinner and you were nervous to see the boy you were so desperately in love with as a teenager. You put on a nice dress, did your hair and makeup and excitedly waited for him to arrive.

When he walked in it was like all the air got knocked out of your lungs and suddenly you were thirteen again. He had the same smile on his face, a bouquet of flowers in his hands for your mom and he wore a blazer over a button down shirt which felt like an odd outfit for him but he somehow still made it work. His eyes locked on you and it seemed like he was speechless, taking the new, grown you in. Last time he saw you you barely just turned eighteen, you were definitely starting to look more mature then but you were nowhere near your current form.

“Y/N, hi!” he softly greeted you before pulling you into a hug.

Dinner felt like heaven and hell at the same time, because you couldn’t stop staring at Harry, you wanted to ask a million questions but you kept quiet, sipping on some red wine. You played some board games later and talked some more before the boys went down to the basement for some nostalgia and your parents called it a night. You showered and tried to get yourself to bed bout you felt so restless, you went down to the kitchen to make yourself a tea but were met with Harry already putting on the kettle.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked with a cheeky smile as he grabbed a mug for you as well, still moving around the place like it was his home.

“Too much on my mind,” you shrugged.

“Maybe it would be easier if you unloaded some of it,” he suggests, pouring the hot water into the mugs.

“You want to have a heart to heart with me, Styles?” you chuckle as he hands you the mug.

“Only if you want to.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t trust myself around you.”

Your bold answer surprised him as he looked at you over the brim of his mug, analysing your words wildly.

“Did I do something to earn that?” he asked at last.

You shook your head. “No. But I’m feeling very nostalgic right now and I feel like a teenager again. And as a teenager I was madly in love with you.”

You had no idea where this courage was coming from, the flirting, the eye contact, it was all so daring but you couldn’t and didn’t want to hold yourself back.

“Is that so?” he hummed and his face was unreadable.

“Yeah. Surprised?”

“Not entirely. I had a suspicion, but I guess it never registered in my mind.” He took a sip of his tea, his eyes glued to you. “But I guess it hit me in the head when I saw you tonight.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you tilted your head to the side.

“It means that I didn’t see the little girl anymore, just the beautiful woman you are today and for a moment I debated whether you still feel the dame about me or if you’ve moved on.”

Now he was definitely returning the flirting and you liked where it was going. There was a switch in the air that just added more to your confidence as you put your mug down and moved closer to him.

“What would you do if I still felt the same way?”

Harry stared down at you, his eyes lazily wandered down to your lips and then back to your eyes before he answered.

“I would find out how bad you really want me and then show you that I feel the same way.”

You couldn’t tell if you actually moaned or it was just in your head, but you both moved towards each other at the same time, only for the moment and opportunity to be crushed by your own brother who came into the kitchen with heavy steps, making you jump back instantly.

“Alright, I’ll give you a ride home, bud, I’m ready,” he announced, jiggling his car keys before he headed out.

“How long are you staying home?” Harry asked in a rush, pure lust swirling in his eyes.

“Tuesday.”

“Come over tomorrow?” he asked, backing towards the door, but still looking straight into your eyes. You could only nod before he smirked and walked out, leaving you alone in the kitchen with your hammering heart and the realisation that you literally just seduced your brother’s best friend.

#idk what this is #but i just felt like writing it #literally write it on my phone #i never do that #anyways here is this something pls enjoy #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles au #harry styles blurb

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Hi .

I have an idea for pedro × reader

They came back from a party and as they qre still in their fancy party clothes, they start dancing slow in the living room . In my head it has romantic blue light. Idk . Just describing...

Love your writings BTW

Thank you! I absolutely LOVE your request! But I don’t know why I can’t write it how I want. It doesn’t end as I wish it would. I had to write it twice as I didn’t really like the first story I wrote. I hope you still like it! I really struggled even though I really liked the idea. Idk why 🤷🏻‍♀️

I swear this gif, it makes me feel feral, it does things to me. He is so hot.😮‍💨

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Today was a big day for Pedro. It was the Oscars. Not only he was going, but he was also presenting an award. And what makes it even bigger is that you were going with him. You were always nervous when you accompanied him, all the attention, the questions, the flashes, it was a lot, and it never stopped for the entire event.

The Oscars are a bigger event, the biggest you attended to. You spent the entire afternoon getting ready. Even if you were nervous, you couldn’t wait to finally wear your dress. It was beautiful. It was a long wine red ball gown, with pearls all over it, so magnificent. You got to feel so confident wearing fancy clothes for those events.

You were standing in front of the mirror in the hotel room you were staying in with Pedro for the night. As he was getting ready in the bathroom, you were in the bedroom. Make up done, getting dressed done, hair done, you were ready. You turned around to see the entire outfit done, as Pedro walked in.

“Woah, princesa, eres hermosa, magnifica, it leaves me out of words” he said, leaning against the wall next to the mirror, eyeing you up and down. You smiled, blushing through his comments. You stared at him for a second.

“You look not so bad too” you laughed

“Not so bad?” He walked a little closer. “Are you kidding me?” He went in front of you to look at himself in the mirror, hiding you. “I look amazing!” you laughed

“I was just kidding, you look perfect” you wrapped your arms around his waist, looking at him through the mirror. Next thing you knew, you were walking out of the hotel, and getting in the car to the Oscars. The Oscars. It seemed unreal just to think about it.

You finally made your big entrance. Pedro went first, but you were close by, and after all the individual pictures were taken, he never left your side. One you were sat, you were feeling better, the big moment was done, you just had to sit through the show. Of course at some point Pedro had to leave to present the award. He really looked perfect. He made it look so easy. After giving you a few glances during his presentation, he left the stage and went back to you.

One moment you couldn’t wait for was the after party. Everyone was there. You could see the other side, how everyone is during a party, stuff you usually do not see on tv. And you had your fun. You talked to a lot people, trying not to fangirl too much around certain celebrities, drinking with them. You also danced a lot with Pedro. The music was good, loud enough, everyone was dancing, and hell, if something would happened, you would not be the one remembered, with all those famous faces around you.

After drinking maybe 4 or 5 cocktails, Pedro and you were ready to go home. It was around 3am and most people were leaving already, so you went back to your hotel room.

“It was a fucking great party” you said, taking your shoes off as you turned the lights on.

“Yeah, I think I’ve never danced that much” he laughed

“Me too! We will certainly feel it tomorrow”

“Don’t talk to me about it” Pedro closed the door, and changed the color of the lights to a dark blue, to both calm you down after the party.

“Hey, are you tired?” You asked

“Hmm, not really, why?”

“I was thinking we could have one last dance” you said, putting your bag on the bed. You took your speaker that was on the nightstand and connected it to your phone, putting “Us” by Movement.

“Oh a slow dance” Pedro said getting closer to you smiling. He took your hand, pulling you even closer to him, his right hand going on your back, while your left hand was on his. You put your head against his chest, listening to his heart beating.

“You were amazing tonight” you said, breaking the silence. Pedro kissed your head.

“Thank you mama, you were too” you were both smiling. Then you stopped talking, just enjoying each other’s embrace. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, smelling his cologne. You felt Pedro rest his head on your, which made you smile. How he loved the smell of your shampoo mixed with your perfume. It sends him over the edge.

Is this what heaven is like? Random romantic moments like that, where you were close together, giving you butterflies in your stomach. It felt surreal, feeling each other’s bodies in the most romantic way.

“We should do this more often” Pedro whispered.

“Agreed” you smiled. You put both your arms around Pedro’s waist as he put both of his around your back, his left hand caressing your head, playing with your hair. It made you shiver. “I love you so much Pedro” you said against his chest

“I love you more mi corazón”

The song was about to end, but you didn’t want to move. Pedro stepped back, holding your arms. He looked at you, before making you spin around. You both smiled.

After that, Pedro cupped your face, and kissed you passionately. The next song started, which was completely different and louder than the one before. It both scared you, making you laugh as you ran to pause it.

“I hope we didn’t wake up the people next to us” you said

“As if we cared” he laughed, coming behind you, kissing softly your neck. “Come on, let’s get change. Even if you look amazing in this dress, I want to see you without it” he smirked. You slapped his arm, laughing as you both walked to the bathroom.

After you changed, you actually ordered something to eat, and you spent the rest of the night (or we could say morning) watching a movie, both ending falling asleep after 30minutes.

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soaplickerrr · 3 months

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Stray Love

~ The Date ~

Chapter #4

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Warnings ~ Fem Reader, Mentions of food.

This is short, all chapters will be short, and the story will overall be short. I'm trying to get used to writing again.

Proofread by @hereforthedrinkss

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You stood there for a few moments longer, savoring the warmth of the kiss Hyunjin had left on your cheek. The entire world seemed to blur around you, leaving you in a dreamlike state until the sharp buzz of your phone brought you back to reality. It was a text from Hyunjin:

-So about that date

A flutter of excitement and nervousness filled you as you quickly replied,

-What about it? Do you not want to go anymore ☹️?

His response came almost immediately,

-NO I WANNA GO!!! It's just, where do you think we can go? I can't get caught with a girl right before our comeback, it's a miracle that they haven't found the cafe I keep going to.. I also can't get caught going to your apartment either, so how about you come to the dorms? 😸

You smirked at his use of the cat emoji and replied with a skeptical

-🤨.

Hyunjin's next message was swift, almost frantic,

-NOT LIKE THAT!! You can come over, we’ll be in my room, we’ll get to know each other and I’ll order food! Chan hyung knows, but the others don't. But it’s okay! It'll just be me and you! Better bonding in private, with no people around to see who I am!

You teased back with,

-That's even creepier, watch you say 'Wanna eat ramen?' next 😒.

Hyunjin, ever the quick-witted one, responded,

-Well DO YOU??? Wanna eat ramen 😏?? JK JK JK JKKKKKK… Just please consider it, for both your safety and mine 🥺🥺

Rolling your eyes, you replied,

-Send that emoji again and there will be no date. But I'll consider it, pinky promise!

His enthusiasm practically burst through your screen with his reply,

-YAYYYYYY!!! I’LL TELL CHAN HYUNG THAT YOU’LL CONSIDER IT!!

The next day was rough. The cafe was unusually busy, and to top it off, the number of ignoring and rejections you received from customers left you feeling disheartened. After your shift, you went home and took a long, hot shower, thinking about Hyunjin's request the entire time. The steam and solitude helped clear your mind, and by the time you stepped out, you had made your decision. Yes.

You quickly dressed and texted Hyunjin,

-Yes, I’ll go over, just when?

His reply was instantaneous, filled with joy,

-REALLY, YAYYYYYY, COME OVER TOMORROW AT 11:30 AM, MAKE IT A LONG DATE, WE DON'T HAVE PRACTICE OR ANYTHING!!

Smiling at his exuberance, you responded,

-Tomorrow? Are you sure?

His confidence was unwavering,

-YES. 100%!!

You continued,

-Fine, send me your address and give me a dress code so I don’t show up looking horrible at an IDOL’S dorm.

Hyunjin quickly sent you the address and clicked the video call button,

-ANSWER MEEE

he texted.

You couldn't help but chuckle at how open he was becoming. You answered the call, and the two of you talked for a while, discussing your date. Both of you were flustered but equally excited. You talked about outfits and laughed over the anticipation, and before you knew it, it was nearly 1 AM. You decided it was time to hang up, wishing each other "Goodnight ❤️" before drifting off to sleep with happy thoughts.

You woke up the next morning at 9:19 AM, the thought of the date bringing a smile to your face. You took a shower, ate breakfast, and brushed your teeth, all the while trying to quell the butterflies in your stomach. Then, you attacked your closet, creating an absolute mess as you searched for the perfect outfit. Hyunjin had assured you that you’d look amazing in anything, but you wanted to look your best. You finally settled on something flattering and looked at the clock: 10:49

Rushing, you did your hair, impressed at the outcome in such a short time. You sprayed on some sweet-smelling perfume and applied a simple makeup look, aiming for cute and effortless. Grabbing your keys, you stuffed them into your jacket pocket and set off, walking to Hyunjin's dorm. It was a pleasant 20-minute walk, and the weather was just right, ensuring you'd arrive looking and feeling fresh.

At 11:29, you reached the address and knocked on the door Hyunjin had specified. Almost immediately, you heard the quick patter of feet rushing to the door. Hyunjin opened it excitedly, pulling you into a long, warm hug. His enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn't help but smile as you gently kissed his cheek. He froze for a second, surprised, before grabbing your hand and guiding you inside.

You shyly looked down, avoiding the curious stares of 3RACHA. The reality of being in the same space as the members of Stray Kids was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. Hyunjin led you to his room and closed the door behind you. The first words out of your mouth were, “Holy shit, I’m in the same space as 3RACHA.”

Hyunjin quickly protested with a playful pout, “Hey! What about me?!”

You giggled at his reaction. "Well, you’re included too, obviously. But I’m just a little starstruck."

He rolled his eyes, feigning exasperation, "Fine, I'll forgive you this time. Come on, sit down, make yourself comfortable."

You sat on his bed, feeling a bit surreal about the whole situation. Hyunjin sat beside you, close enough that your knees touched.

"So, this is where you live, huh?" you asked, looking around his room. It was tidy, yet personal, with little decorations and items that reflected his personality.

"Yeah, this is my sanctuary," he said with a smile, watching you take everything in. "It’s nice to have you here."

You nodded, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity settling in. "I’m glad to be here."

Hyunjin reached out and took your hand, intertwining your fingers. "I’ve been looking forward to this. To just spending time together, without any other people around."

You squeezed his hand gently. "Me too. It’s nice to just be ourselves."

He looked into your eyes, his expression serious yet tender. "I hope you know how much this means to me. You being here, giving us a chance."

You felt your heart swell at his words. "It means a lot to me too, Hyunjin."

He smiled, the tension easing from his shoulders. "Good. Now, what do you want to do first? We have the whole day."

You laughed, feeling the excitement bubble up again. "Well, you mentioned food. What do you have in mind?"

He grinned, his eyes lighting up. "I was thinking of ordering some takeout. We can have a little picnic right here."

You agreed, and soon enough, you were both browsing through menus on his phone, deciding what to order. Hyunjin was playful and animated, making you laugh with his enthusiastic suggestions.

As you waited for the food to arrive, you talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories and laughter. The awkwardness from earlier melted away, replaced by a growing sense of closeness and comfort.

When the food finally arrived, Hyunjin set up a cozy little picnic on his floor, complete with a blanket and an assortment of delicious dishes. You both sat down, digging in with gusto, enjoying the food and each other’s company.

Between bites, you found yourself sharing more about your life, your dreams, and your fears. Hyunjin listened intently, his eyes never leaving yours, making you feel seen and valued in a way you hadn't felt in a long time.

In return, he opened up about his life as an idol, the pressures and the joys, the loneliness and the exhilaration. His honesty and vulnerability touched you deeply, and you found yourself growing more and more fond of him with each passing moment.

Hours passed in a blur of conversation, laughter, and shared moments. Before you knew it, the sun had started to set, casting a warm glow through the window.

Hyunjin looked at you, his expression soft and content. "Thank you for today. This has been… amazing."

You smiled, feeling a sense of warmth and happiness that you hadn't felt in a long time. "Thank you, Hyunjin. I feel the same way."

As the day drew to a close, you both knew that this was just the beginning. The connection you had formed today was something special, something worth holding onto.

Hyunjin walked you to the door, his hand holding yours firmly but gently. "I’ll see you again soon, right?"

You nodded, your heart full. "Definitely."

He leaned in and kissed your cheek softly, his touch lingering. "Goodnight," he whispered.

"Goodnight, Hyunjin," you replied, smiling up at him.

Just as you were about to step out, he stopped you. "Wait," he said, a hint of concern in his voice. "It's late, and I don't want you walking home alone."

You blinked in surprise. "But it's not that far."

"I know," he replied, already reaching for his phone. "But I’d feel better if I drove you. Let me borrow Chan’s car."

A few moments later, after a brief conversation with Chan, Hyunjin had the keys. He put on a mask and a cap, hoping to avoid any unwanted attention.

"Ready?" Hyunjin asked, adjusting his mask and cap.

You nodded, a warm feeling spreading through you at his concern. "Yeah, let's go."

He led you to Chan's car, opening the passenger door for you before sliding into the driver's seat. As he started the car, he glanced over at you, his eyes crinkling with a smile you could feel even through the mask. The drive was quiet but comfortable, both of you enjoying the companionable silence after such an eventful day.

Before long, you arrived at your apartment. Hyunjin stopped the car and you got out, taking a moment to savor the evening air. You walked around to the driver's side and tapped on the window. He looked up, surprised, and rolled it down.

You leaned in, your heart pounding in your chest. "Thanks for the ride, Hyunjin. And for today," you said softly, reaching out to pull down his mask.

He looked at you, eyes wide with surprise and something else—something tender. Before he could react, you kissed him, your lips landing right at the corner of his mouth. He froze for a second, and then his cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

You giggled at his reaction, feeling a mixture of affection and triumph. "Goodnight, Hyunjin," you whispered, stepping back.

He blinked, still processing the kiss, then managed to stammer out, "G-goodnight."

With a smile, you turned and walked to your apartment door. You unlocked it, then turned around for one last look. Hyunjin was still watching you, his face half-hidden but his eyes warm and bright. You waved, and he waved back, finally breaking into a shy, wide smile.

You walked inside and closed the door behind you, your heart feeling light and full. Moving to the window, you watched as Hyunjin started the car and drove away, his taillights disappearing into the night.

As you settled in for the evening, you couldn't help but smile. Today had been perfect, and you knew it was just the beginning of something wonderful.

This feels..not it.

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #skz stay #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #seungmin #i.n #jramblesaboutsoap

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