#lil short one bc I’m exhausted

[lordsukunas]

everytime i’m reminded that isagi likes thighs my day gets a lil brighter

he’s had a long day? he’s coming over to your place and dropping his head in your lap. your thighs are soft and squishy, like marshmallows. it’s even better if you have muscular thighs — the feeling of the muscles flexing beneath his head is absolutely addictive. he could stay there all day.

and he does. you have to remind him that you can’t sleep over, and isagi looks up at you with the saddest, biggest puppy-dog eyes ever. “my parents won’t mind if you stay for a li’l longer, i swear. i already asked them!”

his fascination with your thighs get even worse when he comes back from blue lock. the pillows there are fine, decent, really. they do the job, but they’re thin slabs of cement in comparison to the delicious plushness of your thighs. after he gets home and greets his parents, he’s already texting you, begging for you to come over.

12:09 p.m — r u busy?

12:11 p.m. — can u come over? pls 🙏🏻

as soon as you get in the house, he’s dragging you to his room, making sure you’re comfortable, and then wrapping his arms around your thighs and nuzzling his face against them.

isagi could be sweaty, hungry, absolutely exhausted from training or studies, and he’ll still find time to lay his head in your lap. your thighs are one of his favorite parts of you, and he’ll never let you forget it.

☆ ... notes:

first time writing for a bllk boy </3 so if this is ooc, sorry. im also not caught up on the manga :V didnt do fancy format for this bc short, but lmk if yall like it. anyways, hope yall enjoyed, toodles!! :33

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Chapter 18: Hole in None

Summary: During your bridal shower, Steve takes Javi golfing. When they return, the way Javi is acting has you questioning everything you knew about your relationship.

Word Count: 12.1K (getting back to my roots of a short chapter LMAO)

Warnings: SMUT(18+) unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up irl pls), oral (f receiving), creampie, praise kink, breeding kink (if you squint?), makeup sex and getting caught (The Murphy's will never catch a break) ANGST (I'm so sorry!!), Hurt/comfort, Javi being super insecure, you being confused as hell, Steve being an absolute idiot

A/N: HELLO. IT'S ME! I DO EXSIST! I am genuinely SO sorry that this chapter has taken a million years to happen. December has been so busy and I have had no time to write, so I really, really appreciate all of your patience 🥺 This is a lil different than any other chapter we've had so far in the NTL universe, it's a lil angsty-er than normal but ya girl only believes in happy endings so don't fret!!! Also poorly beta'd bc I have the stomach flu and I am 100% there are mistakes in this chapter that I'm sure I missed 🫠

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“Do I really have to do this? This thing hasn’t even started yet and I’m already exhausted.” 

“Yes, Hermosa, I do think that most people do expect the bride to be at her own bridal shower.” Javi laughed, staring into the bathroom mirror as he ran his hands through the dark curls of his hair, fixing them into place as you stood next to him, finishing the rest of your longer than usual makeup routine to prepare for being the center of attention against your will for the next several hours. 

It wasn’t that you weren’t grateful that your co-workers wanted to throw you a bridal shower before your wedding, now only a few weeks away- the sentiment of the whole thing was incredibly thoughtful. Your 3rd grade teammates had even found a way to get in touch with your family to make sure that your mom, aunts and cousins felt included in the event, too. You should have been thrilled about the fact that the people who loved you most in the world were coming together to celebrate your upcoming wedding and quite literally showering you with gifts, but if there was one thing you hated more than anything else, it was the social exhaustion that came from having a party planned for no one but you. 

You had really tried to convince Maria, Estelle, Linda, and now, your mom that you didn’t need a bridal shower- your wedding was going to be small, and since you had already been living on your own, there weren’t a lot of things you needed as you started married life together. Unfortunately, neither of those arguments were going to stop those ladies from going all out for you, leaving you feeling like your bridal shower was turning out to be even bigger than your actual wedding. 

“Don’t you think I could just get a cardboard cutout of myself and use that instead? All these ladies love to talk so much that I don’t think they would even know the difference.” You sighed, giving yourself a once over in the mirror before putting away the rest of your makeup as Javi snuck behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, planting a soft kiss into your shoulder as he pressed his chest against your back. 

“I have a feeling that someone would notice.” Javi chuckled, a soft grin spreading across his face as your eyes met in the mirror, his smile and sweet eyes enough to calm your nerves for at least a moment. “I would definitely notice.” 

“Well that’s easy for you to say, you don’t even have to be there.” You huffed, letting a little pout fall from your lips as Javi playfully shook you in his grasp, trying your best not to smile as you tried to keep up your unenthused facade. “It’s not too late to trade. You can go to the bridal shower and I can go golfing with you and Steve.” 

Even though Javi had insisted he was more than happy to stay at the shower with you, Maria had insisted that Javi find another way to spend his time so the spotlight of the day could be on you, and not him being distractingly handsome to everyone else there. Lucky for Javi, that meant extra time to spend with Steve while Connie was at your shower- not so lucky for you that Maria had banished your future husband from attending an event for your own wedding. 

“I honestly may have to take you up on that. Steve must have needed an ego boost when I let him pick what he wanted to do while you and Connie were at the shower because he knows I can’t golf for shit.” Javi’s overdramatic sigh and roll of his eyes was enough to make you break into a little giggle, turning your head enough to press a quick kiss onto his cheek before reaching your hand under his chin, giving his jaw a little jiggle. “It’ll go by fast, Osita, I promise. And then, when we get home,” he paused, pressing another kiss into your shoulder and up towards your neck, digging his fingers a little tighter into your sides as he rasped into your ear, “I’ll take as much time as you want to destress you.” 

“As much time as I want? Bold of you to assume that the dog is gonna give us that long.” You snickered as a happy Bear trotted into your bathroom right on cue, his tail loudly thumping against the bathroom cabinets from his happy wags as he wedged himself between you and Javi. 

The newest furry member of your household had been a well loved addition, but if there was one thing Bear had no concept of, it was privacy. Your dog had become a constant shadow to you and Javi anywhere and everywhere in your house, including your in your bedroom, even when you were, well, not sleeping. It hadn’t helped that Javi had already formed such a soft spot for Bear, and had let him on your bed from the moment he stepped foot into the apartment, and now, your dog and his clingy personality had become a new obstacle to try and navigate in your sex life. 

“Someone needs to tell his dad that he’ll survive if he gets left out of the bedroom for a half hour, huh? That he’s adorable, but that he can be a little cockblock, can’t he?” Squatting down next to Bear, you wrapped your hands around his face, scratching behind his ears as you mockingly serenaded him, raising an eyebrow at Javi. 

“He just sounds so sad when he whines and he’s trapped outside the door.” Javi grumbled, kneeling down to join you, patting Bear’s stomach, now much thicker and fuller than it was a few weeks ago after you had first brought him home, skinny and neglected from his lack of care from his previous owners. 

“You say trapped like we're kicking him out to the streets when we close the door on him. He’s adorable and sweet, but he’s a dog, Jav, he’ll be okay.” You smirked, playfully scolding Javi as you peppered Bear’s head with kisses, making his tail thump even harder as it wagged back and forth. “Tell your dad you’ll be just fine, won’t you?” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” Javi groaned, knowing damn well you were right, even though he couldn’t bring himself to admit he had become an absolute softie for your new dog. “Alright, Hermosa, we gotta get you to this shower before Maria yells at me for making you late.” Pushing his hands against his knees, Javi let out a little grunt as he pushed himself back up to stand, checking the time on the silver watch wrapped around his wrist. 

“Wow, so eager to get rid of me, you must really be excited to go get your ass kicked in golf.” You teased, now following suit and straightening out your dress as you stood, throwing your arms around Javi’s neck, pressing up on your tiptoes to plant a little kiss on his lips. “Sure you don’t want me to golf for you?” 

“I’m sure, you dork.” 

After Javi had insisted on giving Bear more than his fair share of treats before the two of you left for the day, you were on the road to Maria’s, Javi insisting that he drop you off, instead of letting you take the treacherous 2 minute drive by yourself. As you drove down Maria’s street, you couldn’t help but smile at the memory of walking up to her house for an end of the school year party almost exactly a year ago. A party that had ultimately turned a handsome stranger from the Laredo Sheriff's department into your future husband, now sitting in the driver’s seat on the way to your bridal shower. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself at the irony, leaning your head over onto Javi’s broad shoulder as you pulled up to Maria’s house. 

“What’s up, Osita?” Javi asked, a twinge of confusion in his voice at the content and calm of your demeanor as the two of you arrived at the event that you had been seemingly dreading for days. 

“I just- It was probably a year ago to the day the last time that we were at Maria’s house. Crazy to think that a year later we’re getting married and here for my bridal shower. I don’t know, a year ago I never would have thought I would have met someone I love so much, let alone be getting married, building a house, owning a dog, I- I’m just really happy that the department made you come to do that stupid presentation. You’ve made this year the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you, Jav.” 

A tender silence hung in the air as Javi leaned over the center console, gently bringing his palm to cup the side of your face, his thumb tracing circles along your cheek, letting his sweet brown eyes lock with yours as a soft smile spread across his face. “I love you too, Osita.” His words barely left his mouth above a whisper, bringing his lips to yours. The two of you could have stayed like this forever, lost in the moment of your love for each other, but unfortunately, the world had other plans. 

“JAVIER. DIOS MIO. CAN YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER FOR 3 SECONDS?” Maria shouted, banging at the driver’s side window, the aggressive thumps of her hand against the glass making the two of you practically jump out of your skin. 

“Jesus Fucking Christ….” Javi whispered, clutching his hand over his chest, trying to steady his heart rate back to normal, the two of you looking at each other in pure terror. 

“If you’re going to drop her off and make a scene in my driveway, the least you can do is help an old woman out before you leave, Javier!” Maria demanded, still rapping her knuckles against the glass, the two of you trying to keep from dying of embarrassment as you exited out of the car. 

“Sorry Maria…” The two of you grimaced, still trying to avoid direct eye contact with her before she decided to scold you more. 

“Chucho is right, you two are no worse than a pair of teenagers. Come on, we only have an hour before everyone arrives and I need you and that wildly blonde haired boy to help me move chairs.” Shaking her head in disappointment, Maria was already halfway up the driveway and into the house as you and Javi trailed behind her, glancing at each other in confusion as to who she was referring to, until you noticed the Murphy’s car parked on the side of the street, realizing that Steve and Connie must have beaten you there. 

Before you even had a chance to make it a foot into the house, you were greeted by an overbearing swarm of people rushing to say hello and give you a hug, already feeling overwhelmed 30 seconds into the start of your shower, and these were all people you knew. Your mom was the first to make her way through the crowd, squeezing you in a death grip hug, even though you had just seen her last night after picking her up from the airport and dropping her off at her hotel. 

“Oh my god, I can’t believe the day is almost here! My baby girl is finally getting married! Ugh, you look beautiful sweetheart!” Your mom beamed, planting a chaste kiss on your cheek before making her way over to Javi, squeezing him just as hard. “C’mere, don’t think that you get to escape hugs from me too, Javi.” Javi looked over at you, trying his best not to laugh at everyone’s dramatics, knowing how stressed you already were, and that no one’s overly excited attitude was doing you any favors. 

“Ouch on the finally there, Mom. What do you need help with?” You asked, noticing that your mom had been holding on to Javi for a touch longer than what was probably appropriate while everyone else continued to hustle and bustle around Maria’s house. 

“Does he always smell that good? God, I wished your father smelled like that, the man smells like a sweaty sock. Javi, what kind of cologne do you-” 

“Mom! Jesus Christ.” You interjected, burying your hands in your face.

“Sorry, sorry! Honey, you don’t need to help with anything, it’s your shower!” Your mom swatted her hand at you, shaking her head in disbelief that you would ask to help, even though she knew better than anyone it was not in your nature to sit back on the sidelines and let other people do the work for you. 

“Why don’t you come help me set up decorations?” A soft voice replied behind you, making you whip your head around as their hand rested on your shoulder. 

“Connie!” You grinned, throwing her arms around her, relieved to find someone who wasn’t going to drive you absolutely crazy for the next hour of party prep. “It’s so good to see you, thank you so much for coming!” 

“Hey, Sweetheart!” a lower voice grunted from behind a stack of folding chairs making its way to the backyard. 

“Wow, Maria put you to work too, Steve? Yikes, she’s running a tight ship around here.” You and Connie snickered as Steve set down his stack of chairs, revealing his already sweaty and frustrated face, considering Maria had probably made him carry 6 trips worth of seats up and down the stairs since he and Connie had arrived. 

“You’re tellin’ me. Hey, make yourself useful and pick up some of these chairs, lazy ass. Sooner we get this set up, the sooner I kick your butt at golf.” Steve smirked, gesturing over at Javi, still standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips. 

“In that case, I’m taking one chair at a time.” Javi sighed, pressing a quick kiss to your temple in stride towards Steve, giving him a swift hug and a pat on the back before being interrupted by a shrill and demanding voice. 

“JAVIER. I HEARD THAT. IF I DON’T SEE YOU WITH A STACK OF CHAIRS IN YOUR HANDS THE NEXT TIME YOU’RE OUTSIDE, IT’D BETTER BE BECAUSE YOU ARE DEAD.” Maria shouted from across the house, making everyone’s faces freeze in fear. 

“You heard the woman. Chop, chop, Peña.” Steve chuckled to himself before passing off half of the chairs over to Javi, and walking towards the back of the house as Javi picked up his share, begrudgingly trailing behind Steve. 

“Alright, we should probably get to work on decorations before Maria finds us standing around for too long. I know you’re the bride, but I have a feeling that holds very little value to her until everything is set up.” Connie shrugged, nodding towards the backyard where the shower was being held. 

“You’re definitely right, and I would prefer to live through my bridal shower in order to make it to my actual wedding.” 

With all of the helping hands around the house, and Maria’s commanding dictatorship over shower setup, all of you had finished with time to spare, leaving your mom and co-workers to happily chat and gossip amongst themselves as you and Connie found your way to say goodbye to Steve and Javi, one of whom was looking much more excited about departing for golf than the other. 

“Have fun, ladies. Any last words for your future husband before I absolutely obliterate him on the golf course?” Steve snickered, giving Javi a soft punch on the shoulder. 

“Shut the fuck up, Murph.” Javi groaned, rolling his eyes as he braced himself for the next 3 hours of harassment from his former partner. 

“Don’t be too hard on him, okay Steve? He gets grumpy when he loses, so just a reasonable amount of ass whooping, nothing too drastic.” You teased, now playfully punching on the other side of his arm, you, Steve, and Connie laughing to yourselves at Javi’s fed up frown. 

“Says the one who literally pouted for hours after insisting we play "Sorry" and then she lost.” Javi smugly murmured, raising an eyebrow at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well someone wasn’t very sorry about it, were they… You know what, Steve? I changed my mind, go ahead and kick his ass for me.” A mischievous grin grew across your face, bursting out into giggles as Javi flung his arms around you, giving you a squeeze and shaking you in his grasp. 

“Pendejo. Alright, you need anything else before I go get my ass kicked, Hermosa?” Javi asked, pressing a kiss into your hair. You were about to speak, but stopped yourself for a moment, looking Javi up and down, admiring how handsome he looked in the khakis and navy blue polo he had picked out this morning. You’d been so worried and worked up about the day that you hadn’t really had a chance to get a good look at him until now, and God, part of you wished you hadn’t taken the time to really take it all in as he stood next to you. You knew there was nothing you could really do about it now, but that wasn’t about to stop you from at least getting a little taste. 

“Uh yeah, I uh- actually um, I uh, I scraped my finger earlier on one of the banners I was setting up and I think I got a papercut. I forgot to ask Maria about it earlier, but um, can you show me where the bandaids are upstairs again?” You tried your best to sound as casual as possible, but Javi knew just as well as you that there was no way in hell that you actually needed a bandaid. His brow scrunched in a slight confusion, head cocked to the side as if to say “I think I know where this is going and I’m not really sure it’s going to work” before giving you a little shrug, gesturing up towards the bathroom at the top of the stairwell, trying to keep his smug grin hidden between his lips. 

“Yeah, I uh- here, let me show you where they are and I can get you one before we go.” Before Steve or Connie could even muster a word in protest, Javi was already dragging you halfway up the stairs, barely letting you make it to the top of the stairway before closing the bathroom door behind you. 

“Band Aid, really? That was the best you could come up with?” Javi laughed under his breath, letting his hands roam down your sides and under the hem of your dress as his fingers dug into the meat of your ass, the heat of his breath tickling your skin where his lips met your neck, gently sucking at your pulse point, making a tiny moan escape from your mouth. 

“I needed to come up with something to get you alone for long enough to give you a proper goodbye before you left.” 

“And a Band Aid was the way to do that?” 

“Oh shut up.” You giggled, draping your arms over Javi’s neck, letting your hands roam through the curls at the nape of his neck before pulling him in tighter to let his lips crash into yours with an electric intensity, his fingertips gripping deeper into your flesh. 

“I don’t think-” Javi muttered between kisses, “I don’t think a bandaid is gonna buy us enough time to do anything, Hermosa.” 

“I know. I just needed this. Just needed to kiss your stupidly handsome face. I needed something before you left me to fend for myself. Plus,” you paused, pulling back to see the lovestruck grin spread between Javi’s cheeks, “only fair that I get a chance to recreate our first kiss.” You snickered, gesturing to the interior of Maria’s bathroom, where you had found yourself with Javi almost a year ago to the day, your lips meeting for the first time as you sat on the ledge of the sink after Javi had came to your aid when a shattered beer bottle had landed in your leg. 

“Fuck, I forgot our first kiss was in Maria’s bathroom. Real fucking smooth of me, huh?” Javi grumbled, rolling his eyes at his past self for letting your first kiss be in the bathroom of his Mom’s best friend’s house. 

“Smooth enough for me to wanna marry you, so I guess it all worked out okay, didn’t it?” You teased, planting one last kiss on his lips before shooting him a wink and slipping out the bathroom, your face warm and tingly from the rush of excitement tucked away with Javi in your impromptu makeout session. Javi ran his hand over his face, taking a moment to try and compose himself, shaking his head to himself in shock and delight at how he found himself falling more and more in love with you every day. 

“Okay, uh- sorry, sorry about that. Just didn’t wanna have to bother Maria for anything.” You sighed, darting your eyes away from Steve and Connie, their arms crossed against their chest with almost comically smug smirks on their faces as they watched you shuffle back down the stairs, Javi reluctantly trailing behind you. 

“Yeah? How’d that bandaid work out for ya?” Steve smiled with a shit eating grin, nodding to your hands, neither of them with a bandaid anywhere in sight. You let out a gulp, trying to quickly tuck your hands behind your back, your cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment. “Goddamn, you two gonna make it 3 hours without touching each other, or am I gonna have to bring him back here after hole 4 for a mid-round makeout?” 

“Jesus Christ, Murph, really?.” Javi grumbled, rolling his eyes. “Bye, love you. Have fun and I’ll see you soon.” Leaned over, snaking his arm around your waist to plant one last kiss in your hair. 

“Not soon enough, apparently…” 

“Murphy…” 

“Stop makin’ out and I’ll stop givin’ you shit.” 

“Touche…” You muttered under your breath, just loud enough to make the 4 of you burst into laughter, easing the uncomfortable tension that you had brought upon yourself from your antics. “Love you too, have fun getting your ass kicked.” 

“Yes, yes, out, out, out! It’s only 10 minutes until guests arrive and your truck is taking up all the room in the driveway! Out!” Stampeding into the living room, Maria waved her hands at the boys, quite literally shooing them out of the house after overhearing your goodbyes. Giving a quick wave to Javi as Maria kicked him and Steve to the curb, you caught Javi’s head whipping around for one last glance at you before you left, giving you a once over with his eyes and a soft smile on his face as the front door shut behind him. 

Truth be told, your shower ended up being way less painful than you expected it would be. In all honesty, it was actually somewhat enjoyable. The fact that your mom, co-workers, and Connie had put into helping everyone come together to celebrate you filled your heart with so much more joy than you could have predicted- your friends and family had bought you and Javi so many more gifts than you knew what to do with, had so many kind things to say about the two of you, and Connie had even gone out of her way to make sure that there were fun games planned for everyone to keep the need for constant socialization at bay. It really had ended up being a fun afternoon, even if it meant having to answer the same questions about your wedding, house and honeymoon plans more times than you could count. 

Javi, on the other hand, could not have been having a worse time on the golf course, getting his ass thoroughly handed to him by Steve hole after hole, wondering to himself how anyone could bring themself to genuinely enjoy the torture that had been the past two and a half hours of hacking his club into chunks of grass and loosing his golf balls in the brush. The only consoling factor was that Javi was grateful to spend time with Steve, even if it meant being berated by endless questions from him on top of his painful performance while he played. 

“You feelin’ ready for the big day?” Steve grunted, after smacking his driver against his ball from the tee box, Javi relieved that the pair were finally on the 9th and final hole. 

“Yeah, I mean- Oh fuck me-” Javi grumbled, hitting his club and watching his ball fly into a patch of trees, the opposite direction of where he was trying to aim for, “I still can’t believe I’m getting married.” 

“You and me both, Jav. I never thought I’d live to see the fuckin’ day, that’s for damn sure. Javier Peña, a married man.” Steve chuckled, slipping his club into his golf bag as Javi followed behind, grabbing what must have been the 57th golf ball from his bag this round. 

“Shut the fuck up, Murph.” Javi chuckled, shaking his head at his friends’ jab, the two of them hopping into the golf cart together to try and scavenge for Javi’s long lost ball. 

“I’m just given’ you shit, Jav. I’m fuckin’ happy for you man. Really happy. She’s a great girl. Best thing that’s ever happened to your sorry ass, I’ll tell you that much. Guess you don’t have to worry about really followin’ through this time?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You’re actually gonna get married this time? You’re not leavin’ her at the altar like Lorraine, huh?” As Steve laughed to himself, Javi could practically feel his stomach drop, his heart beginning to race as a wave of terrible guilt and panic washed over him at his friend’s ironic question. 

To his own shock and surprise, Javi hadn’t thought about his last lack of a wedding once since the two of you had gotten engaged. He had been so head over heels excited to spend the rest of his life with you, that the failures of his past engagement had been tucked far away in the back of his mind. But then again, no one had been so gracious as to bring up the knife to the chest that was leaving Lorraine at the altar, and no one had been so gracious as to bring it up in classic Steve Murphy fashion. 

Javi could audibly hear himself gulp, his heartbeat pounding so loud he could hear it ringing in his ears as the terrible reality of the past he had so glady forgotten about met him in a head on collision, instantly re-opening all of the cuts and wounds he had finally managed to sew together. 

The last time he almost got married, Javier Peña had astronomically fucked up the lives of every last person who cared about him, leaving nothing but chaos and heartbreak in his wake.   

Rationally, Javi could tell himself that his upcoming wedding was the polar opposite of everything that was once planned between him and Lorraine. Javi couldn’t have cared less about Lorraine. From the moment he had wearily accepted his fate, he had dreaded every moment of his future from that point on. But you were not Lorraine. 

Javi loved you. 

Javi cared about you. 

Javi wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you and give you everything in the world you could possibly want. 

But, one mention of that 8 letter name had Javi’s brain flooding with every single doubt, regret, and painful memory of his past that he had fought so hard to forget. It had his mind reeling with every uncomfortable feeling of remembering the man he had been before you had come into his life and changed him for the better. He knew he was a better man. A stronger man. A man who was worthy of the love and compassion you had shown him from the moment you two had met. 

Or was he? 

“Earth to Javi? Hello? Anyone home?” Waving his hand in front of Javi’s face, Steve stared at Javi in confusion as to why it seemed like his friend had suddenly become lost in his own world as they pulled up to the patch of trees where his ball had most likely landed. 

“Uh yeah, uh- what, sorry, um, what did you say?” Javi asked, visibly trying to shake the thoughts from his head, painfully scrunching his face and running his hand through his hair before looking back over at Steve. 

“I asked if you were gonna go get the ball or if you just wanted to add to your +200 score and drop one here instead. Hey, you okay, man?” Steve questioned, pausing for a moment before asking the later half of his statement, seeing the color flushed from Javi’s face. 

“Uh, yeah- Yeah, sorry, I just, I’m good. I’ll um, I’ll just drop a ball.” Javi muttered half to himself as he stepped out of the cart, barely paying attention enough to even remember what in the world he was even looking for in his golf bag. 

If Javi wasn’t already thankful to be on the last hole before Steve’s comment, he sure as hell was now, mindlessly whacking his golf club with no regard as to how his ball made it to the green. Any thoughts about golf, let alone any previous attempts to even try to play well had now flown out the window, creeping thoughts of self doubt and resentment crawling through Javi’s mind. The rest of the round and the entire car ride back to Maria’s were spent in an internal battle ranging in Javi’s brain, the fight between the man he used to be and the man he’d thought he’d become rearing its ugly head with a painful intensity that absolutely felt like it was consuming him whole.  

Steve, who was just as oblivious to his friend’s distraught state as he was to the idiocracy of his sarcastic question, had chalked Javi’s quiet and somber mood up to being an overly sore loser after getting mercilessly crushed at golf. Little did he know that his one silly comment had sent Javi spiraling down a trail of crushing self-doubt. 

As the pair pulled into the driveway and made their way to the backyard where a few straggling party goers still lingered, trying to monopolize their time with you to get the details of your upcoming plans for the future. Being the attentive and patient person that you were, you were trying your hardest to seem enthused and engaged with in the conversation with who you thought was Javi’s Aunt’s Cousin (at this point, you had been introduced to so many new people, you were questioning your own name), but it wasn’t long before your future husband’s big, broad body entering the backyard had you more than distracted, your face instantly lighting up at the sight of him. Peeking over his Aunt’s cousin (or cousin’s aunt, you weren’t really sure) shoulder, you bit down on your lip to try and contain your excitement, letting a little wave shake from your hand in his direction. 

Javi wished that your sweet smile and beautiful self were enough to snap him out of his funk, to see how you beamed in excitement just at the sight of him and shot him that lovestruck look he’d never get sick of- but for some twisted reason, it only made him feel worse. 

You were everything- kind, smart, funny, the most breathtaking woman he’d ever seen. But what was he? Tired? Broken? A shitty guy who had done even shitter things, who had left nothing but destruction in his path for years and years, with no regard for who it hurt, or even worse, left for dead? How was he supposed to give you everything you deserved when he sure as fuck didn’t deserve you? 

Before you had even said a word to him, you could already sense something was off about Javi’s demeanor that was due to more than just losing to Steve in golf. Even from across the backyard, his forced smile and tired brown eyes had a worried pit swirling in the bottom of your stomach, politely excusing yourself from your conversation to make your way over to Javi. 

“Hi! You guys have fun at golf? Steve didn’t kick your ass too bad?” You grinned, wrapping your arms around Javi’s waist, pressing up on your toes to plant a kiss on his lips, his mouth barely ghosting over yours in return. 

“Yeah, it was um- yeah, it was fine.” Javi nodded, trying to make a smile appear between his pursed lips. “How was the shower? You uh, you ready for Steve and I to start putting things in the truck to bring over to the new house?” 

You immediately frowned in response, cocking your head in confusion at him. “Yeah, it was great, but hey, are- are you okay? You seem really off, like more than just Steve kicking your ass at golf off. Did something happen?” 

“No, I’m- yeah, I’m good, Hermosa.” Javi’s eyes darted towards the ground, trying his best to stifle his sigh before another fake smile spread across his face, his response making you even more concerned than you were before, seeing he was clearly lying to you. As much as you wanted to problem solve right then and there to figure out what had Javi so distressed, the calls of one of the last groups of party goers wanting to say their goodbyes rang across the backyard, you flashing them a quick smile and a wave to signal you’d be over in a second. Before you could try and get anything else out of Javi, he had already backed himself away from your hands still tangled around his waist, nodding towards the group of women who were not so patiently waiting for you. “Go say goodbye, I’ll start loading stuff up.” 

“Um, I- uh, yeah, o-okay. Thanks.” You murmured, half to yourself, as Javi had already begun to walk away to find Steve to help him start carrying things out to the car, leaving you more anxious and confused with every passing second. 

With goodbyes finished, and decor and party setup cleaned up just as fast as Maria had demanded it to be put up, you and Javi made your way to your now packed car, followed by Connie and Steve, who had asked to see the progress on your new house while they were in town. You figured you’d kill two birds with one stone, inviting them over and having them help to unload gifts in the same trip, but now, given the strangely somber mood that Javi couldn’t seem to shake, you really wished it was just the two of you so you could figure out what the hell was going on. 

You and Javi piled into his truck, Steve and Connie hopping into theirs and following you down Maria’s street towards your new house. A stark silence filled the car, praying to yourself that maybe Javi just wanted to be alone before he said anything about his current state, but 5 minutes down the road without a single word falling from his lips, you had a devastating feeling that wasn’t going to be the case. 

Your leg bounced against the seat, fingers nervously drumming in your lap, letting out a quiet sigh to yourself before looking over at Javi and mustering up the courage to try and interrogate. 

“Sooooo, golf was fun? I love ya, but I think it’s probably safe to assume Steve won?” You quietly snickered, trying your best to stay nonchalant. 

“Yeah, it was good, Steve won, but that’s no surprise because I suck at golf.” Javi mumbled to himself, barely glancing your direction from behind the yellow tinted aviators perched on the bridge of his nose. Normally, if either of you had something that self-deprecating to say, it was at least followed by some sort of a joke or laugh, but his comment ended with nothing but a stoic silence as his hands gripped tighter around the steering wheel. 

“Hey, babe, it’s okay, you don’t ever golf, so it’s hard to expect yourself to be good at something you rarely ever do.” You reached over to grab his arm to reassure him, that unsettling and anxious pit beginning to grow in your stomach again with the way Javi was acting. All he could muster was a half hearted huff in response, signaling to you that whatever was happening was much bigger than a poor game of golf. 

“Javi… Baby, what’s going on? Did something happen with Steve?” 

“It’s nothing.” 

“It’s clearly not nothing, Jav. Did I do something wrong?” 

“No, I told you, it’s fine.” 

“Javi, it obviously isn’t fine if this is the way you’re acting about it. Why won’t you talk to me about it? I just wanna-” 

“I told you, it’s fine, okay!? Jesus, I don’t need you to solve all my problems.”

Oh.  

You and Javi had been in arguments before, hell, you’d been in fights before, but never once in the time that you’d known him, had Javi snapped at you like this. You could practically feel yourself recoiling in your seat from the harsh tone of his voice, fighting back the tears that had instantly begun welling in your eyes. You could feel your heart in your throat, choking down a heavy gulp as your lip quivered to try and keep from crying. 

What had gone so wrong that Javi was acting like this? 

You wish you had it in you to dig it out of him, but as you pulled up the driveway of your new home, Steve and Connie right behind you, ready for a tour, the best you could muster was a quiet, “O-okay.” As soon as the car was in park, Javi was unbuckling his seatbelt and slamming the door behind him, leaving you behind in the car, trying everything in your power to not become a startled, sobbing mess. 

Wiping away the wetness pooling behind your eyelids, you swiped the back of your hand against your cheeks, taking a few deep breaths before following behind, mustering up as much courage as you could to keep your cool for however long Steve and Connie were planning to stick around before heading back to San Antonio. 

You had hoped that Steve and Connie hadn't picked up on the palpable tension brewing between you and Javi, trying your best to put on a brave face as you paraded the Murphy’s through your nearly completed house. To be quite honest, you couldn’t have recalled anything that had happened in the time that they were there, your mind racing in torment as you watched Javi brood around your new home, barely saying a word to you, let alone make any eye contact, or look in your general direction. 

As the four of you made your way upstairs, your attention was finally caught by the low lull of Steve’s laughter as he situated himself between you and Javi, grabbing you both by the shoulders and shaking you in his grasp. 

“Well I’ll be damned. Y’all got enough rooms up here to house half a baseball team! You want that many kids driving ya nuts, huh?” Steve chuckled, making his way down the hallway, peeking into the empty bedrooms of your 2nd story. 

“Steve!” Connie scolded, slapping the back of her hand against Steve’s stomach for his comment. 

“What?! I’m just sayin’! I thought y’all would want like, 2, but there’s enough room for way more than that. I mean, I guess you two are fuckin’ goin’ at it like rabbits all the time, so I can’t really be shocked.” 

“Steven Edward Murphy! Jesus Christ!” Connie snapped, shooting Steve a dangerous glare, aggressively raising an eyebrow at her husband as she gestured towards you and Javi. 

“No, it’s okay, we don’t know for sure how many we want, but we figured if we had the space we’d add the rooms and even if they’re not bedrooms, they’ll still get used.” You had it in you enough to force a half smile across your face, flashing it at Steve and Connie before looking over at Javi. 

While you hadn’t expected much of a response from him given the current situation, what you weren’t expecting was the panic stricken look painting Javi from head to toe. 

If you weren’t already worried out of your mind about what the fuck was going on with Javi, you sure as fuck were now.  

“Uh, I um- yeah.”

Those were the only words Javi was able to choke out through the audible thumps pounding in his chest as his face went ghost white, eyes peeled to the ground. 

“See, Steve? You’re making them uncomfortable! You have absolutely no filter, I swear! I’m so sorry, you guys!” Connie frantically apologized, giving Steve another hardy slap in the stomach, making him wince. 

“I’m just jokin’, Jesus Christ, sorry!” Steve grumbled, holding up his hands in defense from his wife’s accusation, sheepishly looking over at you and Javi with a little shrug. 

“No, it’s uh- no, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You had given up on trying to be convincing at this point, your voice quietly shaking as you stared at Javi, now looking like a terrified, ragged shell of himself. 

What the fuck was going on? Did Javi want to wait to have kids? Did he not want to have that many? Was he having second thoughts about kids all together? Fuck, was he having second thoughts about getting married? He’s literally never acted like this before. Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

You were sure at this point, you probably looked just as much of a mess as Javi did, letting your thoughts race wildly throughout your brain, the silence now lingering between the four of you now seemed to feel deafening, Connie beginning to pick up on the uneasiness festering between you and Javi and knowing she had enough common sense for her and Steve to pick up her cue to see herself out. 

“Well, still, I’m sorry. We should probably get going anyways, we told the sitter we’d be back around 6 so we should probably hit the road. Thank you so much for the tour! The shower was beautiful and I’m so glad I could be there for it. We’ll see you guys for the big day soon! Just let me know if you need any help with wedding stuff between now and then okay?” 

“Uh yeah, yeah of course. Thanks for all your help, Con. I’ll um- I’ll let you know if we need anything.” You stammered as Connie pulled you in for a hug goodbye, followed quickly by Steve, who planted a few pats on your back mid hug. 

“Bye sweetheart, thanks for letting me steal this asshole for golf today. See y’all when you’re gettin’ ready to get hitched! Adios, loser.” Steve chuckled as he pulled away from your hug to tug Javi into another, giving him an even harder pat on the back before letting Connie say her goodbyes as well. 

“Do you want me to walk you guys down to your-” 

“Nah, we’ll find our way out, no worries. Bye lovebirds, see ya soon.” Steve grinned, giving the both of you one last wave farewell before disappearing down the stairs, their hushed bickers about Steve’s unnecessary comments quietly trailing behind them. Before you could even get a word out to Javi now that the two of you were alone, he was already halfway down the stairs behind the Murphy’s, not even bothering to look back at you as he mumbled under his breath. 

“I’m gonna get the gifts out of the car and go sit outside.” 

“Jav, wait, I-” 

You could feel the lump beginning to swell in your throat, your bottom lip trembling with tears welling in your eyes as you watched Javi storm down the stairs without even so much as an attempt to care about what you had to say, leaving you with nothing but yourself and 5 empty bedrooms that now had you questioning everything you thought you knew about your future with Javi. You felt your body begin to collapse like a sad pile of jello as you melted into a sobbing puddle on the floor, bringing your knees to your chest as you cried into the flowy fabric of your dress, leaving wet stains behind from your tears. Your breaths were rapid and shaky with each muffled sob, trying to rationally grasp on to something, anything, as to why Javi was acting this way. But the more the gears frantically turned in your brain, the more irrational and terrifying your thoughts became. 

This all happened so fucking fast. It’s only been a year since I’ve known him. Is he realizing it’s too much? Am I too much? This was all too fucking good to be true, wasn’t it, you fucking idiot. 

Taking a few more minutes to collect yourself enough to at least stop full on sobbing, you wiped your wet cheeks with the back of your palm, inhaling a trembling deep breath as you mustered up every ounce of courage you could find to face whatever fate was waiting for you downstairs with Javi. 

Each step down the stairs felt heavier than the last, leaving your fingers anxiously drumming against your legs as you saw Javi’s broad body hunched over the side of the unfinished back patio, staring out to the tall grass of your backyard swaying in the warm summer breeze. If it were any other time, you would have rushed up behind him, wrapping your body around his back and attacking him with kisses until the two of you were wound up in a fit of laughter and giggles, happily tangled in each other's bodies. 

Right now, you were terrified to even step too close to him. 

Carefully and quietly sliding open the glass door to the porch, you prayed with every bone in your body you weren’t going to do anything that set Javi off enough to even let you attempt to have a conversation with him about what was going on. The new wood softly creaked under your shoes, making Javi turn his head just enough to acknowledge your presence as you wearily approached him. Taking one more deep breath, you opened your mouth to speak, but with your jaw hanging open, Javi’s words filled the stark silence before yours could. 

“I don’t know if we should get married.” 

Fuck. 

You could practically feel your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach, like the weight of 1,000 bricks had been dropped on your body all at once, hearing that come out of his mouth. You could have mentally tried to brace yourself for a lot of things, but hearing Javi tell you he didn't want to get married anymore sure as hell wasn't one of them.

“Javi, I- baby, what- I don’t- I don’t-” 

“Why the fuck do you even wanna marry me?” 

Your brows scrunched in pain and confusion at the sharp tone of his words, desperate to try and understand what point he was trying to prove in this gut wrenching game he seemed to be playing. 

“Because I- Javi, I- Javi I love you, that’s why.” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you sat down next to him on the edge of the porch, leaning over enough to see the tears glistening down his cheeks, his eyes red and puffy as he tried to stifle the sobs rumbling in his chest. He shook his head back and forth before his gaze fell into his lap. 

“You shouldn’t love me.” 

“Javi… what the fuck are you talking about?” you plead, feeling the pain and hurt creeping through your body as you watched the tears he was so desperately trying to fight. With a scornful scoff, Javi shook his head, pressing against his knees to stand, taking a few paces around the porch, burying his hands in his face, his words muffled and muted by his palms covering his mouth. 

“What the fuck am I- I’m not- I’m not what you deserve. I don’t understand how you don’t fucking see that.” 

You followed suit, bringing yourself to stand with your arms crossed tightly across your chest, staring at Javi in bewilderment, biting down on your tongue so hard to keep from bursting into tears you thought you were going to make it bleed. You could feel the storm of pain, anger and confusion brewing deep in the pit of your stomach, your body numb and mind blank. 

“Javier. What the fuck is going on? I don’t understand why-” 

“Because last time I was gonna get married I fucked up everything. For everyone. I hurt everyone I cared about. I went half way around the world and I spent a decade fucking things up even more. How do you know I’m not gonna fuck everything up again? I love you too much to let it happen to you. The thought of ever hurting you even half as I much as I’ve hurt anyone else because of my choices fucking kills me. I can’t do it. I can’t hurt you like I’ve hurt everyone else. I’d never fucking forgive myself. I love you more than anything, Osita. I love you more than anything in the world. You deserve someone who isn’t going to hurt you. Someone who will do right by you, by your family, your future children, I just- fuck- I don’t think that person can be me.” 

A deafening silence hung in the air as you stared blankly at Javi, tears streaming from his tormented brown eyes, his body trembling with devastation and regret. You had no doubt your body mirrored his as the guilt and heartbreak flooded you from head to toe, wondering how in the world you had ever let the man you loved and cared about more than anything feel like he wasn’t enough for you. 

You wished you could speak- to find the words to tell him that he was your everything, the glue that had put you back together when you were convinced there was nothing else that could mend the broken mess that you had become. You wished you could express to him that there was no one on the face of this earth that you would rather spend the rest of your life with than him- that there was no one else you wanted by your side through every moment of your life, the good, the bad and the ugly, more than him. You wished there was a way to tell him that you loved him more than anything, but in that moment, all you could do was grab him and wrap your arms around his waist, squeezing him as tightly as your body would let you, letting your wet face rest against the familiar warmth of his chest as you whispered into the soft fabric of his shirt. 

“Javier Peña, you’re the only person it could be.” 

You could feel his chest begin to rumble with heavy sobs as his arms draped around you, pulling you against his body so closely, it was like his life depended on it, like he couldn’t bear the thought of ever letting you go again. One arm stayed wrapped around your back as the other slid up the back of your neck, his broad palm cradling your head in his grasp, his fingers practically digging into your skin to keep you close as the two of you let yourselves do nothing but hold each other in your teary silence. 

You let one of your hands reach up towards Javi’s face, cupping his jaw and forcing his gaze back on to you, as your thumb traced back and forth along his cheek, wiping away the wetness that had been welling in his eyes. 

“I need you to listen to me, okay?” You asked, waiting until you felt Javi’s head gently nod up and down in understanding in your palm before you continued, “The man you were before doesn’t scare me. If it did, I would have been gone a long time ago. The man you were before has turned you into the man that you’ve become. The man that I want to spend everyday with for the rest of my life. Every good day, every bad day, every painful, hard and shitty day, and every day in between. And I promise that I will spend every last one of those days until the day I die trying my best to convince you that you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And if I die trying, then so be it. I love you, Javi. Don’t you ever think for a second that there is anyone out there that I want to spend the rest of my life with more than you, and I won’t ever let you forget it.” 

It was only moments before both of Javi’s hands were cradling your face, gently trembling as they cupped your soft, wet skin as you locked eyes with his, watching his face shift from terrified to bewildered, thinking he must have misheard what you had just said to him. 

“Osita, I-” 

“Promise me.” 

“Promise you what?” 

“Promise me that you believe me. Promise me that you know I love you more than anything.”

There was a part of Javi’s brain that wished he could find something to prove that he couldn’t. To prove he wasn’t worthy of keeping the promise you had made to him. To convince himself that he had no reason to believe he was worthy of the love you had given him.

But the truth was, for the first time that he could remember, as he looked down at you, the woman who had taken his life and forever changed it for the better, who had helped to heal him in ways he didn’t know he needed, who had cared for him in ways he never thought he deserved, and who had stood by him even as you learned about the ugliest parts of him he never thought he’d forgive himself for, Javier Peña finally realized he had learned what it was like to be worthy of love. 

You had made him realize he was worthy of being loved. 

A small gulp slid down his throat between his shaky breaths, taking a moment to soak in everything about you, before letting his lips ghost across yours as a quiet whisper left his mouth. 

“I promise.” 

And just like that, his lips crashed into yours with a ferocious and tender passion, soaking in every ounce of the sweet flavor of you, a taste he knew he would never tire of, one that he craved like nothing else. 

“I love you, Osita. Fuck, I love you so much.” Javi moaned between your kisses, praying with every bone in his body you knew how much he meant it. 

“I love you too, Javi.” The hot breath of your words danced across his lips before they were crashing together once again, his tongue swiping between your parted mouths as he ran his hand down your back and around your waist, pulling you so close you were convinced your bodies were going to melt into one as you pressed against his broad chest, now needily grasping at fist fulls of his shirt. 

In that moment, it was like the two of you could feel something in the air change. The tension lifting, the frustrated fog fading, the both of you desperately needing the other to know how much you loved them. The Javi you knew and loved had come back, returning home to you. All of the fear and sadness was replaced by a rampant desperation to know how much you needed him, almost as much as he needed to show you how hopelessly he craved you, too. 

With your bodies still tangled together, your kisses became messier and sloppier as you backed your way towards the door that lead inside, stumbling and trampling over each other’s feet without any regard for where you were headed until you felt your back bump against the kitchen island, the rounded edges of the countertop stopping you in your tracks as Javi caged you between his broad figure and the island. 

Both of your hands were now feverishly roaming across each other’s bodies before Javi had run his hands down your thighs, hoisting you up to sit on the countertop, planting hot, wet kisses across your neck and collarbone while his fingers crept under the hem of your dress, his palms sliding up and down your legs, digging his fingers into your flesh. 

“Javi…” You whimpered, letting your eyes close and head fall back as he sucked at your pulse point, leaving you with one hand bracing yourself against the edge of the counter and the other with your fingers wrapped around the navy fabric of Javi’s shirt, clinging on for dear life. 

You eyes opened, and gaze shifted downwards as you felt Javi pull away from your grasp, watching him drop to his knees, slotting himself between your parted legs and kissing the inside of your thighs while his hands tugged at the waistband of your already soaked underwear, hastily shuffling them to fall down your legs and pool at your ankles. His needy kisses up your thighs crept closer and closer to your core as your legs draped over his shoulders, kneeling before you like you were the altar of everything he worshiped as his deep brown eyes looked up at yours, like he was begging for forgiveness for his sins. 

“I’m so sorry, Osita. I’m so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it. Fuck, I love you so much. Let me show me how much I love you. Please, baby. Please let me show you how much I need to be yours.” 

Your response was nothing but a ragged moan as you felt his hot breath hovering over your cunt before letting long, flat licks of his tongue drag through your folds, each swipe pressing firmer than the last, lapping up the arousal dripping from your entrance like a sweet nectar. With one hand still white knuckling the edge of the countertop, the other shot down to bury itself in the dark curls of Javi’s thick locks, tugging at ends to find some place to ease your tension as he began to flick and swirl his tongue relentlessly against your clit, lapping you up like a man starved. 

“Oh fuck Javi- fuck- you feel so good, baby.” You moaned, raking your fingers along Javi’s scalp as you watched his head bob nestled between your legs, feeling the low hum of satisfaction thrumming in his throat as he began to suck your sensitive bundle of nerves, latching his lips around your clit as his mouth worked feverishly against your cunt. You could already feel the tingle beginning to grow at the base of your spine and spread to your legs as Javi found every sweet spot that he knew made you lose all control, desperate to make you feel how much he needed your love and forgiveness. 

“That’s it, sweet girl. Let go for me baby, I’ve got you.” Javi hummed before diving back between your legs, tightening his grip around your thighs as his tongue danced around your clit relentlessly. It wasn’t long before you could feel your orgasm begin to flood your body, pleasure crashing through you as you cried out his name, a death grip clutching around the counter and Javi’s dark locks. Javi worked you through your high, drinking up the juices of your slick as you came, feeling your legs tremble as they stayed slung over his broad shoulders, not stopping until your body was shaking and your whimpers and moans had become so wrecked, he had no choice but to stop to relish in the blissed out, dripping mess he had made you. He would have loved to stay like this forever, watching you become more and more wrecked beneath his tongue, the want, no, need, to be buried inside your heat, getting lost in your wetness and warmth, savoring in the way no one else would ever be able to have you like he did, to know that you were his. 

Javi worked in a determined silence, rusting with his belt buckle until the metal clangs of it opening had his pants and boxers in a puddle around his ankles, splaying kisses across your neck as he slid you towards the edge of the counter, his fingers digging into your hips with a bruising intensity. He stroked himself a few times as he lined his cock up with your entrance, guiding his tip through the glistening arousal covering your folds, leaving his dick shiny with your slick as you whimpered into his skin. 

“Javi… Please, baby. I need you.” You whimpered, instinctively bucking your hips towards him, desperately craving him to ease the achy emptiness between your legs. 

Resting his forehead against yours, the dark, damp curls of his hair brushed your skin, the hot and heavy heat of each of your shaky breaths melting into one another’s as your lips ghosted his, only fully meeting yours to catch the moan that had escaped your mouth as he pushed himself into your heat, letting himself bottom out, his tip brushing against your cervix. You couldn’t help but wrap your legs around the small of his back and drape your arms over his shoulders, desperate to have your bodies needily tangled and intertwined together as you savored in the sweet sting and stretch of his fullness. 

He began to rock his hips, letting his cock drag in and out of your cunt, taking his time with each stroke, the movement making you dig your fingernails into the fabric of his shirt stretched over his muscular back, in turn, making the grip he had around your waist even tighter, his fingers buried in the soft flesh of your stomach where his hands had crept under your dress. 

The way he punched up into you, perfectly pounding against your g-spot with each thrust, combined with the way the hairs at his base rubbed along your clit, already had the inevitable coil beginning to tighten in your belly. You dug your nails deeper into Javi’s skin, grasping for the damp curls at the nape of his neck, your whimpers growing louder and more desperate with each stroke as you could feel yourself beginning to crumble beneath him. 

Each stroke seemed to become deeper and fuller than the last, Javi’s pace now climbing in speed and intensity as he felt your cunt clench tighter and tighter around his cock, knowing that familiar feeling meant you were coming closer to your end. You could barely muster anything but a whimper, your soft pleads and begs going straight to his dick as he slid and out of your wet heat. 

“Fuck baby, don’t stop- ahhhh- please don’t stop, I’m so close.” 

The lewd sounds of skin hitting skin and low, ragged moans echoed against the bare walls of your unfinished kitchen as Javi fucked deeper and deeper into you, singing sweet, soft praises against your skin between locking your lips with yours. 

“Fuck- Dámelo, Hermosa (Give it to me, beautiful). Need to feel you soak my cock before I fuck you full of me. It’s okay mi amor- mierda- té tengo. (my love- shit- I’ve got you.) I’ve always got you. Forever.” 

You could feel your legs lock even tighter around Javi’s waist as heat began to bloom in your belly, only needing a few more thrusts as you rolled your hips against his before your mind went blank and vision went white, your orgasm crashing through your body and flooding every inch of you with pleasure so intense, you could feel yourself going limp in his grasp. 

“Fuck, Javi, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god-ahhhhhhhh-” You whimpered as Javi fucked you through your high, now desperate to chase his own as his thrusts became rushed and sloppy, pounding into you as your walls gripped around his cock like a vice. Your warmth and wetness consumed him, only needing a few more pumps before he could feel himself following suit, hissing through gritted teeth as incoherent babbles spilled from his lips. 

“There it is, baby. Fuck- fuck, you’re so fucking perfect. I love you so much, Osita. Con todo mi corazón. (With my whole heart). Oh fuck- I’m yours forever. Oh shit, I’m gonna cum to, oh fuckkkkkk.” 

With one last thrust, Javi finished buried deep inside you, hot ropes of his cum coating your walls as a slick mixture of spend leaked down your thighs, leaving him panting while he slumped into your shoulder, his chest heaving with labored breaths, trying to compose himself. Bracing himself with one palm flat against the counter next to your hip, his other hand reached up to your face, brushing away a piece of stray hair back into place before gently cupping your cheek as he spoke. 

“Osita, baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you so much. I didn’t mean what I said earlier, I just- fuck- I’ve never been so sure of anything, but when we were at golf today, Steve brought up Lorraine, and I- I just was so scared I was gonna fuck everything up again, and I-” 

“Oh God, he brought up Lorraine?! Jesus. I knew it. I knew this was Steve’s fucking fault.” You sighed, quietly laughing to yourself as you shook your head. 

“Wait, how did you-” 

“Because it just seemed so strange that you were acting like this all of a sudden. You got back from golfing with him and it was like you were a different person. I mean, I’m not gonna lie, I was freaked out and panicking wondering what happened because you’ve never acted like that before. That, and because I love Steve, but he’s an idiot.” The two of you were both now laughing, Javi rubbing his hand over his face before rolling his eyes, wondering to himself how he had really let his friend’s stupid comment get the best of him. 

“I’m so sorry, Osita. I should have just ignored it, I just hadn’t thought about it in so long and I was so terrified to mess everything up again. It would kill me to hurt you like that.” His thumb circled around your cheek as he tilted your gaze to meet his, sincerity and remorse swirling in the dark pools of his chocolate brown eyes. 

“Javi, listen, if this is moving too fast, or it’s too much for you, I want you to be able to tell me, I understand if-” Before you could finish your sentence, Javi’s lips were planted tenderly against yours, pulling away from your mouth with a goofy grin and satisfied sigh. 

“I promise you, I’ve never wanted anything more. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I can’t wait to marry you,” he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek, “I can’t wait to live in our new house with you,” he grinned, planting another ticklish kiss on your neck, “I can’t wait until we can finally start filling up these empty rooms with little baby Peñas” Javi chuckled, now peppering kisses all over your body, making you erupt in a fit of laughter and giggles, squirming and flailing in his grasp, playfully swatting at him. “I can’t wait to spend every day for the rest of my life with the most beautiful, amazing woman I’ve ever met.” He smirked, tilting his head to let your mouths meet again, this kiss filled with a tender passion and intensity unmatched by his previous playful ones. 

It was the kind of kiss that said all of the things that words couldn’t. The kind of kiss that had butterflies fluttering in your stomach like the first kiss you had shared in Maria’s bathroom almost a year ago. The kind of kiss that made you fall even deeper in love with him, even when you thought you couldn’t. 

It was also the kind of kiss  where everything else in the world seemed to melt away and make time stand still, a kiss that you could have stayed lost in forever… unless a certain someone hadn’t forgotten his wallet at your house and needed to come back and get it. 

You were so oblivious to anything else happening around you, that neither you or Javi had heard your front door open, followed by the rushed, impatient footsteps of Steve and Connie, arguing about where Steve could have left his wallet, and how on earth he could have left without realizing it was missing from its usual home in his back pocket. 

“Seriously, Steve, I can’t believe we’re gonna waste a whole hour having to turn around and come back here because you couldn’t remember your wallet!” 

“Con, I told you, it’s right on the counter, I know where it is, lemme just go grab it really quick and then we ca- Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” Steve shouted, walking into the kitchen to see you and Javi making out on your island, your dress pushed up well past your legs, and Javi’s bare ass on display from his pants still pooling around his ankles. 

“Ahhhhh!” You and Javi shrieked, practically jumping out of your skin to see Steve’s tall and lanky frame frozen in your kitchen, now scrambling to try and fix your clothes and hair to try and save yourselves at least some dignity. 

“What the hell are you two doin’?!” Steve grimaced, trying not to cackle to himself as Connie rushed up behind him to see what was happening, only to very quickly cover her eyes and turn away from you and Javi. 

“Us?! What the hell are you doing here? Jesus, you ever heard of fucking knocking, Murph?!” Javi groaned, shuffling his pants back up and fixing his hair before helping you off the counter, trying your best to hide your beet red, embarrassed face. 

“I forgot my wallet! Forgive me for thinkin’ you two would keep your hands off each other for long enough to let me come pick it up in peace.” Steve frowned, raising up his hands in defense. 

“I’m sorry! I told him to call you to let you know he was coming to pick it up, but he seemed to think it wasn’t a big deal.” Connie scolded, giving Steve a forceful nudge of her elbow before finally turning back around to face you and Javi, knowing you were at least halfway decent. “God, I love you, but you are an idiot.” 

“You can say that again…” You snickered under your breath, just loud enough to make Javi and Connie join in your laughter, leaving Steve with his arms crossed over his chest, rolling his eyes in annoyance. 

“Hey, listen. Call me what you want, but I don’t think you’ll be callin’ me an idiot when you need me to come babysit your 47 kids so the two of you can get some…” He paused gesturing to you and Javi’s disheveled state, “... time to yourselves. Like I said earlier, y’all gotta lot of rooms to fill, and I don’t think you’re gonna have any problem doin’ it.” 

And for as much as you wanted to give Steve the ten pounds of shit he deserved, as you looked up at Javi standing next to you, you couldn’t really even bring yourself to be mad. Because in the end, the only thing that mattered was him- the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with. The one who was your future, the one who stood with you through every twist and turn, the one who was your home. What started as a day that had you questioning everything had turned into one that had never made you feel more assured. You knew that Javier Peña loved you more than life itself, and you knew that you were so lucky to spend the rest of your life getting to prove to him over and over that you loved him just as much. 

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[whore-era]

delinquent!ellie williams headcanons 18+

has the MEANEST MUG FACE at everyone but her close loved ones, especially you. she shows you the softest side to her bc you naturally just draw it out. ellie will literally have the grouchiest face, but once she sees you, it will be all soft heart eyes around you and you only! everyone else though? fuck them. they will get a bitch face and a middle finger thrown their way!

is guilty for always manspreading, but it's okay because it kinda stirs something inside you anyways. you guys will literally be anywhere, and she'll sit with her legs spread with her hands behind her head and you'd find yourself walking over and plopping yourself on her lap.

is extremely territorial and possessive of her girl, but not in a way where she's controlling you by any means. ellie is aware of how gorgeous and sexy her girl is, and while she has no problem with others looking, she draws the line at people approaching you. you would be at a party, talking with your friends, occasionally looking across the room at her. while giving each other loving glances, some guy approaches probably saying "hey girl, you lookin' finnneeee as hell tonight, you wanna get outta here?" and she'll already be behind him, fists balled up and hissing, "get the fuck away from my girlfriend."

would absolutely beat someone's ass for you. if someone is disrespectful to you or looks at you the wrong way or god forbid, lay their hands on you, it's automatically on sight for her. "but you should'a seen the other guy, babe. he's got it worse," she'll say, as you're sat on the sink with her in between your legs, tending to her small cuts and bruises. "what'd i tell you, els? you can't keep getting into these stupid fights because one guy says something dumb about me." "yea, baby, i know. i just hate when people say shit about you," she coos, "you're absolutely fucking amazing, and everyone should know that by now." you both end up kissing in the bathroom and it always ends up with you being bent over the sink taking her strap-

you would CONSTANTLY be on her ass about everything. since she does have a short temper, you always find yourself having to check her and and lecture her a bit, and she lowkey kinda loves it? ellie thinks you're hot as hell taking a little bit of control and telling her what to do, and every time you do have to lecture her, she'll look at you with desire in her eyes and respond with "yes, ma'am", "alright, baby, whatever you say", "mhm yes, baby m'listening" even though she quite literally is hyper-focused on how sexy as fuck you look lecturing her rn.

always putting her hands on you! whether it's rubbing your ass when she's cuddling you, holding your hand when you're out and about, or putting her hands on your hips and waist when she wants to be close to you. 

showing how she feels about you in actions rather than words. ellie has a tough time expressing how she feels for you directly in words, and sometimes her message that she’s trying to send doesn’t always sound…right. so she’ll do little acts of services for you like picking up lunch for you on days when you’re extremely swamped with work and assignments, organizing your books and backpack when you fall asleep on your desk from studying, picking up your favorite snacks when you need a lil cheering up, and helping you take off your clothes when you’re extra exhausted from the day. 

always assuring you’re safe. ellie will always make sure you never have to travel alone and tries to walk you to and from class, but if she’s busy she’ll bug dina to do it. she’ll always ask where you are and who you’re with just to make sure you’re safe and alright, periodically checking in with you with texts (even tho it can be a lil bit annoying but u never say anything bc u know she’s just worried). baby u ok taking the bus alone? yes els i’m fine babe. u sure? i can come get u rn. no my love u don’t need to do that. swear. yk what babe let me ask dina if she can- ellieeee….

a/n this one was rly short my apologies ;P

[becca-e-barnes]

head empty currently thinking abt lee fucking the preachers innocent daughter

l i k e

the surfaces id bend over for that man

- duck anon

Oh oh oh because his corruption kink would be absolutely on fire 🤤

Like him fucking you hard and rough from behind, grunting and moaning as he slaps your ass and grips your body just about anywhere he can get a good hold of

And you’re totally gone for it. You didn’t know pleasure like this was even possible, your whines are somewhere close to screams because you’re not quite sure what your body is getting ready for but it’s going to be something intense, that’s for sure.

“Y’like that? F-fuck yeah you do. Gone all silly ‘n cock drunk on me. A big dick’ll do that to ya, sweetheart.” He growls, making sure every thrust lands just right

He’s determined to be the first person to make you cum. There’s a whole world of pleasure out there that you’ve never explored before and now you’ve given in to temptation, he needs to make sure you can never go back to a life without it.

“O-oh oh my God. Oh my God, oh-“ you gasp, wondering if your body is supposed to feel like this. Is the tightening, clenching feeling normal? Is it going to hurt when the feeling stops? Should this truly feel this good or are you just a little euphoric from giving in to something you’ve convinced yourself you couldn’t have? You’re so overwhelmed by the feeling you don’t even realise the blasphemy tumbling from your lips.

“I’m not God, darlin’. Most people just call me Sheriff.” He grunts and you don’t have to see his face to know he’s smirking when you moan his title instead

[cinnamonest]

//non-intercourse forced orgasm hcs literally no one asked for but I'm forcing upon you anyway, oral + rimming + fingering, some mild bondage, scent/taste kinks

 I made a post a long time ago about being eaten out against your will and it has caused me brainrot ever since and I have been thinking about it again so let me present the fact that each boy does the whole forcing unwilling orgasms/eating you out to the brink of exhaustion thing a little bit differently.

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Venti is, as always, a nasty lil perv in his own way, likes the idea of literally anything conceivable, especially anything that involves stuffing his face near any part of your body.

 He chooses to interrupt at an inopportune moment while you're working, mumbling something about stress relief you can't quite hear because he's already being muffled by the proximity of his mouth to your flesh. He takes that opportunity while you're busy, thinking that way you're more likely to welcome the interruption and thus allow it -- after all, that is his specialty, looking for windows of opportunity to pressure and guilt his way into what he wants, after all he's not a forceful person you know, he would never do something you don't want... or at least, something you strongly reject... but your subtle little no, wait-- and the way you try to scoot the chair back is just momentary hesitation, like everyone has, it's more words that come tumbling out of your mouth as a natural reaction to surprise rather than what you actually mean. And the sad look he gets on his face when he tilts his head up and makes a soft hm? is just giving you the opportunity to clarify that it's okay, not an attempt to guilt you into feeling bad for rejecting him.

 So he just sort of kneels down on his knees, grabs the sides of your thighs and pulls you closer. Unfortunately, the fact that you're sitting down makes the angle a little difficult to reach everything, but he makes up for the lack of available space with enthusiasm, running his tongue over your clit to the best of his ability. Poor thing cranes his neck so hard it hurts afterward, but he doesn't notice at the time because he's too high on adrenaline and hormones to feel anything other than how hard his cock is throbbing. Thankfully, the position makes it easy to get himself off too.

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Gorou has impulsive urges due to the smell. He can smell you from a good distance away and he hates when it's in public bc the only thing he wants to do is just bury his face between your legs, so he just sits there with a frustrated look on his face and his ears all flattened to his head until he can finally get you alone. And when he does, it's immediate, just pushing you down without a word -- he tends to get nonverbal like that when he's operating more on instinct than logic.

 Likewise, his ears kinda flatten back when he's going at it, his tail wags back and forth, not that he realizes he's doing either. He likes to really lick, just running his tongue over and over in long lapping motions. Equally subconscious and unintentional is the sounds -- if you try to pull back, press your elbows into the ground and pull yourself away, it earns a high-pitched whine... or if he's really into it at the moment, the slightest, softest throaty noise, just short of a growl, as he follows your movements and shuffles forward. Latches his fingers onto your hips, too, he doesn't mean to hurt you, but if you're pulling back he may dig the nails into your skin without realizing... sorry.

 The unfortunate thing is that the longer it goes on, whether you like it or not, he gets more and more encouraged the wetter you get -- the more there is for him to lap up, that is. The same is true of your squirming, it lights up that predator sense in his head, that the more something struggles, the harder you have to grab it.

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Childe is aggressive about it, certainly one of the most truly forceful rather than guilting or pressuring you into it. Has to literally throw you onto the bed, lock your hips down to the bed with force so hard it'll bruise. As always, he likes it if you struggle, and that much more so if it's also a matter of you being self-conscious and embarrassed of the whole thing. It's really adorable, especially to tease you about it, he likes to alternate between playing dumb type of teasing and being bluntly vulgar for how it makes you squirm. What, you don't like him having his face so close? What are you so worried about? Don't worry, your pussy's so cute, of course he likes it.

 Likewise, he mocks you bad when you start giving in and raising your hips up to meet his mouth. Cute. It's the word he always uses, the one that makes your face hot with humiliation and your chest burn with anger, and he knows that full well. You really put up so much of a fight, when it's so obvious you're into this, just look at how you're rolling your hips now, not even the slightest sense of shame huh? Okay, well, some shame, the little tears in your eyes and the way you whimper and the faces you make when he says so make that clear. You're just too prideful, really, he's working on getting you out of that. He talks while he does it, a throaty, low voice, a voice filled with heavy breaths as he speaks between lapping his tongue over your clit, makes up for the time he talks with his fingers inside you, curling in a way that makes you shiver. He draws attention to your reactions too -- what was that? Aw....

 And each movement, each little gasp for breath, each twitch and whimper, it'll all be used against you after, too, in a description of exactly how you came undone under him that he can use against you whenever you decide you've forgotten how things work between you two. Don't you remember how you sounded? Yeah, you were all-- He always gets that glint in his eye when he smirks, right before he makes those obnoxiously overexaggerated noises, a fake-high-pitch voice, that sort of mockery that makes your chest feel tight and your eyes water. The worst part of it all is, of course, that he's entirely right.

 He also likes the after-effects you leave on him, especially if you're at a point where he can leave you unbound and you know better than to fight too much. Your hands involuntary motions mess up his hair, sometimes you scratch the back of his neck or his shoulders. He likes pointing it out to you afterwards, a humiliating aww, see what you did? and chuckles as he lets you get an eyeful of how badly you ruffled his hair or the pink marks your nails left on his skin.

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Kazuha... cannot force you to sit on his face. Unfortunately. He has entertained the idea of trying -- suspend you from the ceiling or something, like a pulley on your wrists, and work his way underneath you? Eh, that would be too complicated... but he can do it just as well any other way, he supposes. It's sort of an act of desperation from him, reminding you he loves you whenever he feels like you might not return that sentiment, or even understand his. It's reassuring to him, after all if he can make you cum then you have to at least love him a little, right? So goes the logic in his head. So he, as with other things, likewise rationalizes that it's not really forceful or bad to tie your hands behind your back. Your problem, see, is that you tend to overreact, react too soon, and react in a way to preserve your pride and dignity and all that, which is why you try and fight him, even though you want it deep down. It's cute, it really is, it makes him chuckle and smile and pat your head when you try to writhe and struggle. But he knows it's not real, because if it was, you would summon way more strength than that. The fact that you're so easy to overpower is how he knows you're not really trying to fight him on it, you just have too much pride. And that's okay, he'll work on that over time.

 But he also knows having your hands behind your back would make it uncomfortable to lay on your back and thus cut off the circulation to your arms, and most of the time you're not sleeping in real/full beds, so he can't tie you to a headboard or anything like that either. So he just rolls you over onto your stomach, lifts your hips up a bit, holds them firmly in place. Because it's such a desperate, longing act for him, filled with so much emotion, he gets really intense about it, this boy eats you out like a man starved -- no nice slow buildup, just full intensity from the get-go, so much so it hurts at first because he's pressing his tongue to your clit with such force. He's so into it you can literally hear him have to pull his head back for a split second just to take a gasp for air before going back to it. But no matter how much you may squirm or whimper, he takes it as a good sign.

 In terms of skill level... well, the aforementioned intensity and dedication makes up for what he lacks. Sure, he may not have a solid grasp on buildup and technique or anything, but you'll cum all the same just from the intense friction. Don't worry about him, either, he doesn't listen to concerns for his comfort or well-being.

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Kaeya also tends to tie your hands up behind your back, but rather than flipping you over, he grabs your hips and lifts them upward until you're nearly vertical, leaving you more or less laying on your upper back and shoulders, lower half up in the air under the support of his chest and arms, making cute little noises of surprise while he sort of folds you over. You've already been working on your flexibility by that point, so he can contort your body like a pretzel whenever he so desires. It's an odd position, the blood rushes to your head a bit, but the sensation is there nonetheless, and it leaves you all squirming and vulnerable.

 Immobile, too, at least in terms of positioning, and that's the best part. The position means that you can't really writhe or risk toppling over, so you're more or less forced to hold still. The angle lets him see all the cute expressions and contortions your face makes, too. You even hook your legs over his shoulders all on your own, a subconscious action so it doesn't feel like you're going to fall over. He thinks it's cute, but reassures you he's got you anyway (although you were asking the 'what are you doing' more referring to the act in general, not the positioning), the grip on your hips is firm enough to keep you still.

 He tends to suck really hard, rather than licking and lapping so much, just latches his mouth onto your clit and sucks at the flesh and it makes you shudder. His fingernails dig into your hips holding you in place the whole time, you feel the vibrations of the chuckling from his throat on your most sensitive flesh. The odd position can't hold forever, but he manages to make it work very, very quickly. Which is kinda impressive, considering how you insist on squirming around and struggling -- if you really fight back hard enough, he just flips you over onto your stomach instead to finish you off. But ultimately, no matter what you appeal to to get him to stop (you always whimper out plenty of different excuses), each time you try and shuffle your way forward, you just get harshly yanked back.

 But he likes it if he can finish you in that first position, especially to watch the slick drip down your stomach to your chest. He's sweet afterward too, says you're so good... he makes it out to be like something you were simply nervous about trying that turned out well, rather than something you fought every second and finally gave in to. Except, of course, during random arguments at a later date... then, suddenly, he seems to recall the events much more clearly, reminding you that even when he has to force you, your body still loves whatever he does to you.

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Albedo does it from behind, with your face downward and hips fully up in the air, rather than on your back. He doesn't like being looked at either, so this is more comfortable... also he can just jerk off directly, too, rather than having to rut into the bed. It's just spontaneous. Hey, come here a second... You don't get any kind of warning, as per usual. He tends to bounce back and forth between non-sexual and sexual moments in the blink of an eye like that -- one moment you can think you're both just going about your normal tasks and there isn't so much as a drop of sexually tense energy in the air, and the next you're getting pounded over the nearest surface, it's just how he works. At least he mutters something about just being curious about something as an excuse.

 But rather than lapping and sucking, he likes to tongue-fuck you. Don't worry, he'll still run his hand (the one that isn't holding your hips in place) up underneath you to sort of rub at your clit, but he's focusing most of his attention on just thrusting his tongue in and out of your holes. It gets nice reactions out of you -- you really squirm and squeal the most if he tongue-fucks your ass though, sliding his thumb into your cunt instead, it's too much stimulation all at once, and the way you're so embarrassed about it all is cute.

 Unfortunately, he's more about the journey and not the goal. That meaning, he's not in a rush to actually make you cum. He's going to take his time with the new experience, slowly taking in each aspect and experimenting around with what makes you squeal the loudest and twitch the hardest. It's horribly embarrassing, you can feel his eyes on you and his face is so close to everything, it just makes you feel horribly self-conscious. For which there's no need, he says, but he's very bad at comforting, says nothing more than that.

 And likewise, once he decides that this is what you're doing today, it's the whole day. Because he is both determined to get those same orgasms out of you as the others are, but takes his time with each one, and thus the process stretches on for hours, bringing you to the edge over and over just before you even get one orgasm, then again and again before the next, and so on, seeing what brings you so close to climax the fastest. Any protest is met with a mere reassurance that it won't be much longer (it will) and he's going to be nice and let you cum soon (he's not) if you're good.

 Also, you certainly can't get out of it with any appeals to your dignity or comfort. Any 'this is humiliating' or the like is just met with a blunt mm-hm, or I know. Kinda part of the point, you know, he says. Bastard.

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Bennett is a flexible boy, actually. It turns out that no matter what position you're lying in, he can manage to get his mouth between your legs somehow. Lying on your side and spooning (only after having given in since he's pestered you so much you stop trying to get away from him all the time), it's soft and quiet and sweet for a little while until you feel him kinda slide downward underneath the covers. It's unprompted, sure, he does it very spontaneously, but it's like, an act of service, so it's not like you wouldn't want it. That's why he doesn't feel guilty about just pulling your hips back, running his tongue over anything it can reach.

 But seriously, any position, any place. On your side? He can pull one leg up and over his shoulder, tilt his head to reach. On your stomach? He can kinda pull your hips up and bury his tongue inside you at least. Out adventuring? Here, he's stronger than he looks, just lean back against this tree and he can hold one leg up over his shoulder. He has such an eagerness and a bright smile on his face, he just wants to make you feel good, how can you say no? Not that he's subconsciously aware of his power over your sense of guilt and utilizes it or anything... not consciously at least. And maybe, maybe you don't always feel like it at the moment, but you enjoy it in the end and that's what matters... what gets you closer to him.

 He likes to alternating more of a sucking motion versus a licking motion, but puts the entirety of his effort into every second, the kind of intensity of effort you can notice... in fact, he's going so hard and fast immediately it's almost a bit painful, he has no concept of pacing. But what he lacks there, he'll make up for with that effort, since you can't bring yourself to tell him no, and he'd suffocate to death before he'd give up on getting you to cum on his face. So in the end, he basically just keeps his mouth latched on and goes until he can get what he's after, and will keep trying with the same vigor (although guidance from you certainly helps) as long as needed.

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Diluc likes having his tongue on your tits the most. Buried between your legs is fine, but he's better at that with his fingers, keeping you laying down on your back, curling them inside you while sucking on your tits like his life depends on it. He gets too self conscious being looked at, so he just ties something over your eyes. He's uncertain about it at first either, each movement is a bit cautious and hesitant, he has to figure out what earns the best reactions. He lays to your side, sort of propped up on one elbow to get enough leverage to suck while moving his hand between your legs, stays mostly wordless throughout. He just sort of ignores whatever you say, unless it's positive, or merely a sound that tells him he should keep doing whatever he just did. He's surprisingly really soft and gentle about it, too, takes it so slowly that there's a nice buildup... although it's actually out of insecurity and uncertainty of what he's doing rather than actual considerateness.

 And speaking of that uncertainty, at first he tries a motion more like pumping his fingers in and out of you, after all that's the same way actual intercourse works right? It's not until he curls them once and feels the way you jolt and shiver before he realizes that works better. The other hand is, of course, holding you down by your shoulder, since you insist on squirming around even though you're already spread with your hands and feet tied to each corner of the bed. After all, this is only because he's trying a new approach... Getting mad doesn't seem to do any good, so he's recently decided that something like this is the best way to deal with you being mouthy and mean. Which is why you have the gag, just to prevent you from saying something worse and setting him off... For your own sake. One of the maids he sought for advice said he's supposed to express how he feels without being interrupted, and this was what came to mind.

 The suckling feeling makes you shudder. His mouth is warm and he likes to move his tongue in circles around each nipple before moving back and forth between the two. He doesn't know exactly what he's doing, but the way your walls clench on his fingers is taken as a sign that he's going in the right direction. Of course, you make a bunch of muffled noises that he presumes are attempts to speak, but decides you're probably still not ready to be nice yet, so it can't be anything important.

 He's silent, though, more or less the entire time. That was the point, that he's not good with words, so this was supposed to be the expression of feeling and all that... You can hear his breath hitch, though, once you make those telltale signs of approaching orgasm he's learned to recognize by now. He's so unusually soft about it when you do, kisses your neck and nuzzles his face to your chest, it's one of the softest moments you've had from him so far.

 ...Not that you can rest just yet. He has a set number in mind you have to reach first, before he's willing to take the gag off. By the time he plans to, he hopes, you'll have a very different tune than when he put it on, and he will just keep repeating this process until he's certain he's gotten that intended result.

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Xingqiu is selfish with it... it's not fair if he's not getting anything in return, you know? That's why he has to have you sucking him off at the same time, and he gets to be nice and comfortable on his back. You insist you don't need anything in return (really, please, you just want to give him what he wants so you can go lay down and rest at this point), but he insists!! It's only right... he likes it best this way too. You can fight it, but you should probably know better by now than to argue anything, he tends to get... unpleasant in attitude if you don't give into whatever whim strikes him at the moment.

 He tends to use his mouth alternating back and forth between inside and outside, both running his tongue in and out of your holes for a few moments before moving back down to lap at your clit instead. Not that his hands are idle, no, he sort of kneads the flesh of your hips in his hands, uses his thumbs to spread everything and get better access.

 He also tries to talk way too much. You would think it would be the one thing that could get him to be quiet for a lil bit, but no, he's still trying to form articulate, descriptive sentences, as if you're even listening, or as if you'd even hear him considering how muffled his voice is, all things considered. And, of course, the vibrations of his voice up against your cunt makes it that much harder to focus on your own task.

 But as always, he can be a little bit of a brat both in terms of neediness as well as pride, so don't get too distracted by the sensation or let it make you go numb, because he's quick to pull away -- why did you stop? Heh, well, of course he's good at it, he's glad to see you're reacting so well as expected, but that doesn't mean you can just stop sucking him off too, you know. Likewise, even if he cums and you insist it's okay, you don't need it (please you just want to lay down...), he gets a bit frustrated (insecure, really, how come he came and you didn't yet?), and insists on getting you flat on your back (telling himself the position is the only reason why he came first), and ensures you follow suit.

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Zhongli, like Diluc, can do either, but really likes having his fingers inside you the most. More specifically, with you sitting in his lap, back pressed to his chest, and nice and exposed and spread wide open so you can see yourself in the mirror in front of you.

 The restraints themselves are simple, each side ties around your knees, but it then wraps behind your neck, keeping your legs nice and open and pulled back. The same part where it connects around the back of your neck, also connects to the leather tie keeping your wrists bound behind your back. It's perfectly immobilizing and so very, very vulnerable, and the best part is that you can see everything so perfectly that you normally wouldn't be able to. You can see your pretty, pretty little holes, and you can watch his fingers slip in and out and curl inside you. You can see the way your pussy twitches and the way your bite your lip and squirm. You can see the fluid that leaks out of you and runs down your flesh, soaking into his pants, since you're fully naked and he's fully clothed... after all, this sort of thing is always done as more of a punishment, so the humiliation of that is deserved.

 Specifically it's whenever you're talking back, saying awful, mean things you know you shouldn't, just because you want to lash out -- saying you're not his, not property, that you don't like it here and you don't want to be with him forever -- defiant little things like that. You do like to talk, so now you can say it again if you want. You just have to be able to stare straight ahead into the mirror while you do. Look at yourself and your face, your half-lidded eyes and chest heaving with breaths, look at your body spread open and vulnerable, look at the slick dripping down your ass and coating his gloved hands and say the same things you were saying before. Even if you try, why is your voice like that? You were talking so firmly and angrily before, now your voice is wavering, higher. You were standing so straight and firm and now you're shivering and shuddering with each little movement.

 It's so slow, though, just enough to bring you pleasure, but not enough. It's not enough. Your body only naturally craves more of it. More intense. Maybe if you change your tune and say some different things, nice things, true things, and beg enough for it, he can go a bit faster... only specifically what you say, of course. You have to very explicitly say exactly what you want, and no dodging certain words you're too embarrassed to say. Any nonsense of 'my...' with a mere gesture or expression is just met with 'your what?' Come on, how is he supposed to know what you mean if you won't say it? Not that it's just the one -- that's where the forcing comes in. You need several orgasms to get your head back on straight, you'll just end up having to beg for each one before you can finally rest.

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Thoma, unsurprisingly, sees it as a sort of service thing. Well, it's not really much of a service when he enjoys it so much, now is it? If anything it's more like a reward, a motivation he thinks of to get him through the day's responsibilities so he can get back to you... and your pussy. And you! Most importantly you... but it's also a part of you, so it all sort of counts as one package deal.

 But it's legit his favorite thing. He assumes that any reluctance on your part is just you being sweet and considerate (no don't worry! He likes doing it, really, so just stop slowly shifting away from him and come closer...) or self consciousness (there's no reason to be!! You're fine it tastes good so stop worrying about that already...), rather than, you know, the lack of desire, or an unwillingness to show him that kind of vulnerability. He just sort of moves as he's talking, you're too focused on the reassuring words coming out of his mouth to realize he hasn't stopped moving to go through with it until you feel him grab your knee and push one leg to the side, and get himself in between your legs before you can utter a word.

 He takes advantage of your guilt -- he's not bad at it, right? You don't hate it -- don't hate him -- that much, right? He just wants to show you he loves you, so why are you trying to pull yourself back...? Those sad puppy eyes he gets feels like it's crushing your heart, and most likely, you find yourself giving in, not wanting to hurt the poor thing's feelings... as planned, albeit not consciously, everything he does like that is more of a subconscious act. What is very much a conscious (and eager) act is that, once given the green light, he's actually rather good at what he's doing. He's mastered the art of measuring tiny reactions as a means of what to do next, he notes the slightest trembles and twitches and sounds from you, and repeats what earns the best reactions. So his "method" really depends on you -- he tries a bit of everything, and sticks with what works. If sucking doesn't work, try rolling his tongue in circles, and if pumping his fingers in and out isn't working, trying curling them more, he changes each little detail until he knows what makes you tick perfectly.

 He's also very happy afterwards. After he's made you cum a few times (earning each successive time by begging with those same irresistible pleading eyes and voice), he feels like it's a sort of mission accomplished, you know? It makes him feel reassured. He's all smiley, hugs you tight and lets you finally rest from the exhaustion... might jerk himself off if you fall asleep though.

  ----

Razor tends to lick, similar to Gorou, but he tends to go for longer movements, long, upward laps at the flesh... it can be a bit infuriating, because it can easily bring you close, but comes just short of what's needed to push you over the edge. Thus, you end up rutting your hips up against his mouth, once you've lost whatever sense of restraint you might have had initially. This does, thankfully, subconsciously trigger him to go faster, more of a reaction to the squirming motion rather than actually realizing what the intended goal is. Not that he has a goal in mind at all, the process was a rather simple one: you were laying down and trying to sleep, he can smell something that smells good, his brain (and the rush to his dick) told him he should move down there and lick it, so he did, it tastes good, and therefore, obviously the only sensible thing to do would be to continue repeating the motion. He tends to listen to whatever his brain and hormones say to do without much questioning like that.

 Also similarly to our other canid boy, he tends to make a lot of deep, throaty noises as he goes about it, growling at the slightest movement of an attempt to back away. In all honesty, his brain is actually muddling the processes of actual eating with sex, it kinda registers as both at the same time, and I mean, have you ever tried to interrupt a dog and it's food? Of course he's going to be aggressive about it. He tends to dig his fingers into the sheets or ground to sort of stand his ground, but if you pull yourself back it earns a frustrated growl and a harsh jerk, grabbing your hips and thighs and yanking you back to where you started. Words are not going to do anything, he's in that state where he doesn't really process human language due to intensity of the heat of the moment and lack of blood in the brain. He doesn't question why it makes him so hard either, just occasionally ruts his hips into the surface beneath you two. Nor does he really draw a distinction between your holes, it's all really the same to him, he just sort of licks everything within reach, from your dripping cunt to your ass to your thighs and every patch of flesh he can, regardless of whether you're on your back or your stomach.

 But this also means that just because you're done doesn't mean he is. You quiver and squeal and pull on his hair, whimpering from the overstimulation of his tongue now that you came, but you're just making it worse, it's just a command to the predatory instinct to go harder. You'll just have to accept that it's not going to end until he's had enough, or gets too hard and decides he needs to be inside you instead. Also, he won't understand any attempt to communicate that it's embarrassing for you, trying to explain such is just met with a blank stare. He doesn't understand what you're saying exactly, but if you ask him, it sounds like what you need to resolve this problem is to get used to the feeling, which just means he should do it more, yes, that sounds right.

 ----

Chongyun cannot actually get through the act without going into an episode. I mean, how could you expect him to? It's a very... exciting matter, he literally has his face pressed up against your holes and it's right there and that's just too much.

 Not that he thinks of that from the get-go, no, at the moment he's not really thinking of anything except that you're doubting him. You said something that gives the impression that you doubt his devotion or loyalty or love for you. You tell him he's just hyped up on hormones and horny, it''s not real love, he doesn't really care about you... the sentiment cuts deep, and he can't think of many ways to show you otherwise. Unfortunately for you, you finally decided (or rather, snapped) to have this confrontation alone, laying in bed (since he always insists on sleeping beside you to protect you). He gets that doing things people don't want is bad, but this isn't like that. That sort of thing, that's when you do something like this for your own benefit. This is for your benefit, if anything he's being left blueballed in the process, which means that this can't be the same thing as forcing oneself on another, no, those are completely different things. This is good and you'll be happy about it.

 Which is why it's so easy for him to be suddenly forceful, something you thought you'd never see out of him. You try to prop yourself up on your elbow mid argument and he shoves you back down, suddenly disappears under the blankets. You don't even get to voice the confusion before he's already grabbing your hips with determination, running his tongue over your folds through the fabric... that, too, would make him feel like he was... violating you or something, to take them off, so he just pulls them to the side instead. He really, really should have thought better, but he's so caught up in the sudden worry and wanting to make you happy that he doesn't think about the fact that he's not going to last but a few seconds in a stable state of mind when his tongue is buried in you. You might get a few mere seconds of a soft, gentle, hesitant sort of lapping, but if anything, the way you gasp and kick your feet into the bed, the way you squeal and sputter in shock and pull his hair to try and get him off, it only accelerates the process. The grip on your hips tightens up, the pressure from his tongue grows firmer, the motions more intense and fierce, he's practically rocking the entire bed, pulling your hips back and forth in time to meet the motions of his head and mouth. It's sloppy and messy, not with any specific technique, just sucking and rubbing at anything he can. Unfortunately, he can't really use his hands for anything, seeing as he's putting his full strength into keeping your hips locked in place with that iron grip the entire time.

 ----

It should be a given that Scaramouche is not going to do anything of the sort for your sake, nor focus attention on the matter... He passes it off as boredom or punishment or something of that nature. A side activity and not the main focus of his attention at the moment -- you can barely see, your eyes are covered with a cloth just thin enough to leave you to see shapes and outlines, and your mouth is gagged, hands and feet bound together so that your legs are spread open and you can't close them either. It's just because you were causing problems and now you still are being a distraction and a nuisance by whimpering.

 And... Leaking. Very obviously, your entire cunt practically glistens in the light. Is this the kind of thing you get off to? And if you get off to it so much, why are you whimpering like that as if you're not? He just sort of shoves his fingers into you, moves once and watches you squirm, and sighs. Goes back to whatever he was doing, but keeps them inside, making just the slowest and softest of movements.

 Painfully slow. Painfully light. Just lazily curling his fingers over and over. It's so far from enough but just so much that you find yourself rutting your hips forward to try and meet the touch anyway. Really, it's more like he's forcing you to get the orgasm out of yourself, it's only a matter of time before physical pleasure overrides any humiliation, and you find yourself more or less fucking yourself on his fingers until you cum... all while he has his head turned, reading this or that (pretending to, at least), as if barely casting any attention your way while you lose any sense of dignity in favor of wantonly finger-fucking yourself. Not that the horrific shame doesn't settle in immediately after, of course.

 But he just makes that scoff and expression of disgust when he slides his fingers out and spreads them apart to see the glistening strings between them -- gross, you got it all over his hand... and since you're still gagged, you can't even clean it up, so he just sighs and wipes your own slick off his hand and onto your face instead. Maybe now you can be quiet for at least a little while. From the exhaustion, that is, you're not going to be given anything to do or anything like that... after all, if he took the blindfold off, you'd probably see how red his face is, or that he didn't even realize he was holding his paper upside down the entire time....

 ----

Xiao gets... frustrated, huffy. Stop squirming. Hold still. You're making this difficult.

 It's not for any reason, nor prompted, it's just something he spontaneously discovers. It's warm and nice. He wants to bury his face in it. Is that too much to ask. It doesn't even start out with the urge to lick or suck anything, he just finds himself gravitating in that direction, resting his head on that soft mound of flesh in between your legs, both of you all sprawled out for one of your 'naps' (for him at least, for you, pretty much the entirety of every day is just laying in bed anyway) the scent once he gets his head close does make him hard, but he doesn't know why. But gradually he gets the urge to just. Put his mouth on it. You see him kinda turn his eyes and cautiously, slowly stick his tongue out, and the shudder it earns from you (who had just given up on understanding why he likes lying like that so much and had finally closed your eyes to go to sleep) likewise gets a twitch out of him.

 He's wordless, just sort of shifts a bit, maneuvers his head back to the right spot (see, he told you that you not having clothes makes things easier!) and presses his mouth to it again. You squirm and sputter, face hot as you try to sputter out some words or saying to wait. 'Wait?' For what? It's not like there's anything you have to do, just -- just -- stop that, stop pulling yourself back so much. It's not a big deal. He's not trying to put his dick in you like normal, since you always seem to freak out over that, so this shouldn't be a problem, right? You're already on your back so just... relax and ignore it or something. It's not until he feels the way you shudder and your walls spasm on his tongue that he makes the connection that it must feel good for you. And yet you still squirm and struggle. So confusing.

 He couldn't tell you why he likes it, really. But it feels nice, tastes good... and he finds himself occasionally rutting his throbbing cock into the bed too. He really has a thing for feeling your thighs squeeze around his head. Don't worry about this "can you breathe" nonsense you keep interrupting him for. If suffocation in pussy is how he goes after eons of near-death experiences in battle, he will die happy and fulfilled, and continuous interruption to worry about his comfort or whatever just annoys him, so eventually he ignores it. It's very messy, he also tends to suck more than lick, quickly discovers the most sensitive spot and latches his mouth on. It's not really for your sake, either, he really just likes doing it, so even after you've cum, any attempts to pry his mouth off are unsuccessful, you'll just have to wait and endure it. Eventually he gets to where you can sort of predict it -- you see his gaze fall downward and before you can get out the 'wait-' he's already got his tongue buried in you without so much as saying a word.

[jinnify]

Hi hello! Could u write up a lil something with Minho and a vball player s/o? Like hes there at every game, practice, and even drives to away games/tournaments- AND HE HELPS YOU PRACTICE OH LAWD- 😫

untitled — lee minho

pairing: leeknow x y/n genre: i dont even know probably fluff, maybe slice of life ? warnings: none word count: 0.6k now playing: lovers rock by tv girl author's note: gosh anonie im so sorry about how late & short & shit this is 😭 i'm definitely going to try and rewrite this later on bc this is not it but you've waited way too long for it.

— “HOW WAS IT?” Minho asked as he picked you up from your academy gym. “I’m sorry I couldn't make it today, sweetheart. I promise I’ll be there next time.” You pouted, reaching over the console of his car to hug him, “nine to thirteen, the other team could tell something was up, I guess.” You felt Minho squeeze you, “No worries, baby. We got another game this Wednesday, and I think this might be your best one.” You pulled back, “I need to get you banned from my practices. You’re starting to sound like Coach.”

“Baby! Wake up! I gotta get you to practice!” you heard Minho yell out as he burst into your shared room, holding a pair of pans he planned on smacking together if you didn’t wake up the first time he called. “Minho! Please, give me five more minutes!” You could hear a strange clanking noise as you rolled over, pulling Minho’s pillow over your head. “Winners don’t sleep in y/n! Winners are at practice showing off their ass for their boyfriend!” Before he knew it, you were running towards him, “wait, baby! I was kidding! I was just  kidding!”

Minho chuckled to himself as he looked over and pinched your cheeks. “Winners don't go to practice grumpy,” he cooed at you. “Minho, I swear if I hear the word ‘winner’ come out of your mouth one more time, I'm going to throw myself out of this car and walk home.”

“Okay,” click, “let’s not do that, actually.”

“Y’know, maybe we need to start bringing Soonie to my practices. Every time I see him before a game, we win,” you grumbled as you looked out the window. “Should I be feeling jealous of my cat right now? Because I feel jealous of my cat,” Minho pouted as he pulled into the gymnasium your team used to practice.

“Alright! Do your stretches! We start in 10 minutes!” your coach yelled as you walked through the side door, frantically tapping his watch at you. Minho immediately pulled you to the bleachers to help you switch your shoes as you put on your knee pads. “You see. You were holding up practice, yn!” Minho teases while he ties up your laces.

“Don’t say that. You know how I feel about being late,” you say as you lightly smack his shoulder. “I’m just kidding, baby,” he chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “now let’s get started on stretches.”

You were thankful Minho had decided to stay for practice today. Your coach was as tough as ever because of your recent loss. Having Minho there as moral support was the only thing keeping you going. Seeing him pump his fist in the air as he cheered on your entire team warmed your heart.

“You look funny from the back,” you heard Minho chuckle as he walked up while you tried to catch your breath. “Wow, thank you, baby. Exactly what I need to hear after that god-awful practice,” you rolled your eyes as you stood back up. He stifled his laugh as you pushed past him to grab your water bottle. “Okay, I see you’re not in the mood. Are you ready to go home?”

“Actually, do you think we could practice together?”

Minho hesitated before reaching for your hand, immediately interlocking his fingers with yours, “I think we need to rest up instead. You’ve been at it for nearly six hours.” As much as you wanted to continue practicing, Minho was right. You could already feel the exhaustion setting in, and cuddling up next to your boyfriend sounded extra enticing right now. “Fine, but you owe me a session!” you remarked as you made your way towards your bag, ready to pack up all your things.

"How about a cuddle session? Does that count?"

© jinnify — reblogs appreciated

[seokjinsonlyone]

so i got on tiktok for more than five minutes for the first time in like a month the other day and i saw they was doing this trend where it’s sorta like fmk but like husband, boyfriend, or sneaky link and i just wanted to add my two cents

namjoon:

this is your boyfriend

i know you may be thinking ???? boyfriend???? not husband??????????

but yes boyfriend listen we all know this man is brilliant; big brained and big bodied; cognitive skills off the charts; he knows a thing or two about a thing or two

however, he just ain’t there yet 😭 he don’t even got his license y’all gon flub on the contraceptives once or twice and next thing you know you strapping your kid into the basket of his bike so he can drop them off to school 😩

and his cooking……….. like watching this man with a knife gives me anxiety

he has a bit of growth to do but that’s why you date before getting married 🥳🥳🥳

y’all would go on the beeeest dates i’m talking museums, picnics, hikes, and yes bike rides

and like he’s just so sweet and thoughtful and he tries his very best to be gentle despite his destructive nature so it would just be so cute and fun for him to be your boyfriend

seokjin:

it goes without saying that this is your husband

to be honest ion even really need to elaborate on this one like…

he cooks; he cleans; he’s thoughtful, supportive, silly, will do anything to make you happy…

everything you could ever want and need in a man is manifested in kim seokjin

so just lemme tell you what this ^^ gif is this is like three months after you’ve given birth to your second child

he got home from work way later than expected he was tired exhausted really but still helped you with your new baby taking turns tending to them on and off all night

you had just gotten into a really good sleep when your alarm went off signaling it was time to get child number 1 up and ready for school

you groaned sitting up but before you could even get out of bed he was wiping the sleep from his eyes and telling you he was going to take care of it

“but you got off late last night and you helped me too”

he reassured you that it was fine and that he had it he knew how hard you worked all day everyday and you never got the opportunity to clock out

it was his day off anyway so he kissed your forehead and told you to get back to sleep

which was a bit easier said than done bc those two were like bulls in a china cabinet there was whining and scuttling all around a few disagreements on which outfit your child should wear and what they should eat for breakfast

but soon enough you looked out the window and saw jin adjusting his shorts and a few seconds later your child bobbling out after him backpack a little too big for their body before they walked hand in hand to the car

that’s… what that is… that’s your husband

and when i say your i mean mine that’s my husband

you can keep scrolling 😗✌️

yoongi:

husband <33333

like jin this man is the total package

he cooks, cleans, is loving and supportive, will take care of you emotionally, and on top of that he’s handy! extensive knowledge about interior design!

like if you want some pictures hanged or a shelf built or something this is the man for you

your lil bob the builder <3

like idk what it is with this man but something about him is just so soft and makes me want to love and be loved by him

like if this is not your husband this is your long term boyfriend you are dating him for no less than five years and when you part way you ain’t gon know how to live without him

so don’t leave

bring the documents he already said so

hoseok:

boyfriend 100%

hobi just seems so partnerable

i look at him and i see movie nights and pillow talk

i see cuddles and late night facetime calls

your own personal hope on the streets when he wants to loosen up or practice or relieve stress😩

you go to a restaurant and each pick a dish and share it with each other like he’s very much giving one milkshake 2 straws

or you two cook together side by side he’s chopping vegetables and cleaning while you’re sautéing and stir frying and what not

you go shopping with him and critique his outfits when he tries them on and vice versa

i don’t even know man i just see hobi and i think he’s flawless i want to give him the world

and i think about that time when he said one of his personal goals was to become special to someone 😭😭😭

so like girl get your boyfriend and just give him all the love he’s searching for all the love he deserves

jimin:

….sneaky link

look at him smh caught in 4k sending a “you up?” text at the tender hour of 3am

idk what to tell ya man he just ain’t bout it rn

he ain’t looking for nothing but fun

atm it’s just him and his bros

every once in a while he’ll go searching for a connection for a night or two

there may be a few repeat offenders a string of flings if you will but never anything serious

i can see it in his eyes everyone can really bc he flirts with every living and nonliving thing in sight

taehyung:

husband

now you may be thinking… is he not on par with namjoon when it comes to practical skills???

and like yes perhaps but he definitely is not as much as a liability

like i think i can trust him to open a packet of barbecue sauce without risk of ruining my outfit and like i know i wouldn’t fear for my life if he was slicing a hard boiled egg

which is not to say that i wouldn’t mind getting stabbed by joon there are certainly worse ways to go but that’s not what we’re talking about

what we’re talking about is tae and how i just know with him you’d be safe physically mentally and emotionally 🥺🥺🥺

and idk if it’s bc i done seen him in slacks one too many times but something about him just screams commitment

like he’s giving 401k he’s giving life insurance he’s giving condo in florida where you spend the winter bc your bones get too cold where you normally live

but you know what he’s also giving passion like you will 100% spend the rest of your life in love with this man

like in that picture it’s giving you’ve been married for three years it’s wednesday and he’s off so he asked you on a date

it’s taking you longer than anticipated to get ready you wanted to look pretty for him bc truthfully you don’t get to go on dates often as much as he’d like to

your hair and makeup is finally done so you find him and tell him you’re almost done and you’ll be out as soon as you slip on your outfit

he lazily turns his head to you and tells you to take your time there’s no rush and he’s just looking at you with absolute hearts in his eyes

you’re not even fully ready and there’s hearts in his eyes 😭 it makes your heart race and you can’t keep the smile off your face as you get ready for your date, for the rest of your life together with him

jungkook:

i know y’all gon hate to hear this one but… sneaky link

^^ that may be your boyfriend but you ain’t his girlfriend 😭

that is the face of someone you called and told that you wanted to stop messing around bc you was getting attached but he convinced you that it didn’t have to be all that and acted cute until you changed your mind

listen this man is in his prime he ain’t tryna settle down

the moment you try to commit is the moment he jumps out the window

and this is not to say that he’s not a good boy but like i’ve known jungkooks i’ve been friends with jungkooks and the second you try to take things farther than what they want that’s when they stomp all over your heart

however i do firmly believe that jungkook ain’t like them others he’s more than a good boy he’s the best boy

and if he like idk heard bells when you walked by or was pulled by the red string of fate or like felt the yearning or whatever it is that he done conjured up in his head he’d be everything and more 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[dreamkenn]

a little aftercare with draken <3

no proof reading i’m just down bad, written in drafts i’m so down bad 

draken x gn!reader a lil aftercare drabble bc he’s perfect, inferred rough sex/bdsm dynamics, reader has hickeys but nothing within the text? maybe a littol ooc i am very soft today so draken is too,  0.3k words 

   he looks down at the marks he caused without realizing, his previously animistic grip now replaced with gentle, almost nervous hands- holding you like a piece of glass, as he stares through you with such loving eyes. strong hands delicately tracing away from the marks of his bruising grip, dancing along your skin to reach the much darker scattering of marks cascading down your neck. thumb tracing over the tender skin in gentle movements, as sleep ebbs away at the mild aches across your body. “you good, princess?”, his voice although still rough has a newfound gentleness, a slight teasing tone matching his ghosting gestures as he curls your tired frame into his chest.

   your previously strained throat not ready for any greater response than a happy smile, nodding into the hand still holding your face so tenderly, leaning into draken’s safe hold. carefully keeping you from falling- even the short distance from his chest to the sheets as you rest, curled up. satisfied with your sleepy reassurance, a small smile plays across his face hidden into the side of your neck, lips replacing his hands gentle caress. moving between each mark with care, arms wrapping round your waist, holding you immovably close, as he reaches the final mark. it’s a little more tender than the others, resting just above the left collar bone, you feel his lips ghosting over the skin once again gentle smile shifting as he lightly bites down onto the already glowing bruise. 

   your exhausted body curling into him, another whine ripped out of your throat, as he plants a gentle kiss once again on the mark. matching your muted response with a chuckle, hand coming back to cradle your face, the all to familiar smirk spread across draken’s handsome one, “so good to me”.

[hansolmates]

remote learning (m)

summary; working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. after buying a new toy to blow off some steam, you’re baffled when you can’t cum. however, jungkook thinks you’re doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two. pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, slightly insecure mc, this is pure FILTH—use of a remote controlled vibrator, do not and i repeat DO NOT try foreplay during a zoom call in the event u get fired im not responsible, phone sex, jungkook’s a meanie in control, cum eating, doggy, and topping it off with some sweet missionary bc jk has purty eyes, unprotected (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 5.7k a/n; this fic manifested bc of work. and i!! am!! frustrated!! i think we all need a lil jk relief so here it goes! as always ty to @chillingtae​ / @eerieedits​ for this FANTASTIC fic banner, please go check vivi out if u have taste okok part 2: distance learning drabbles; 01

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“Tomorrow morning, same time at 9AM. Remember to have your reports alphabetized and itemized,” your supervisor says, but the only thing you can focus on is the abnormal amount of bonsai plants in his living room. 

“Alright now it’s time for the union to talk COVID protocol,” you frown when Mr. Kim moves ownership of the Zoom call to your union rep, who pulls up a Powerpoint. You feel your eyes burn at the sight: an itinerary containing over thirty-eight slides. 

“For fuck’s sake—” 

You so desperately want to turn off the camera and flop in your bed. Since working remotely you haven’t been operating in the most ideal of workspaces. You live in a one-room apartment with a communal kitchen downstairs, so you really only have four square meters to stretch your limbs around between breaks. You’ve pushed your bed aside and shoved an office chair between the bed and the wall, leaving you to squirm between ten centimeters of space. You have no desk because well, the little rectangle space is prioritized for your portable stove and meals. 

The meeting drones on for another hour, until your brain melts to liquid and your limbs feel like Jell-O. Furthering your anxiety as they talk about protocol that never ends up happening, delays that continue to pile up, and the anger that’s been bubbling between the higher ups and little goldfish employees like you. 

When you finally shut off the camera and fling your laptop under the bed, you still feel unsettled. Probably because your work life and home life have merged together, and it’s hard for you to separate work and pleasure. 

Speaking of pleasure. 

Your hand blindly reaches under your bed, looking for the pretty pink oval you purchased last week. Cleaned and ready to use, the little remote-controlled vibrator sits plainly in your palm. 

Needless to stay you’ve been in a bit of a dry spot these past few months. With a fear to go out and meet someone new, you’ve been left with yourself and your fantasies. That’s fine, but lately your old vibrator isn’t cutting it. It’s unfortunate, you think you’re messing up your libido by buying toy after toy, but you’re horny and lonely. 

Linking your phone’s app to the remote, you ignore the messages that have been beeping your feed since early morning. 

[11:21] Jeon: let’s do lunch! 

[11:23] Jeon: hehe i feel like i belong in mean girls. Do lunch💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️

[2:20] Jeon: u loozer. Come eat dinner with us upstairs @6

[2:24] Jeon: dropping off a snack for u 

Another element of feeling horny and lonely? Jeon Jungkook. 

You two shouldn’t have even met each other. You live off crumbs on the first floor while he and his roommates are livin’ it up on top in the penthouse. One day a few months ago he crashed into you while working out, having run up and down the whole flight of stairs at least three times before deciding to collapse on you between the second and first floor. 

Despite the black mask that hugged his sharp jawline, you had felt nothing but attractiveness ooze off of him. Under his hoodie was nothing but curved muscle. He smelled so soft and sweet despite the fact that he was damp with sweat. 

The rest is history. After that day he seemed to show up everywhere, jogging more prominently on your floor and doing exercises at your level’s gym. He says he likes you, likes your company. He’s wormed his way intermittently, whether he’s seeing you struggle with an armful of groceries or when he hears you screaming over an Among Us match (according to Jungkook, the walls are thinner on the bottom floors.) 

The idea of Jungkook doting on you doubly frustrates you. He seemingly appears as the perfect man, unaffected by the stresses of the world. Jungkook’s job lets him work from home anyway, and he definitely had enough room in the penthouse for his own office. He works out, probably has a girlfriend and enough friends for you to gradually phase out of this weird neighbor interest. 

So you ignore his seemingly harmless messages, focusing on getting the settings right on the vibrator. You feel your pussy jolt a little in excitement, watching the silver and pearl pink oval shake in your grasp. You smile a bit to yourself, immediately finding your iPad for your favorite videos and some pillows to support your back. 

Half an hour later however, that excitement soon goes sour. 

“Fuck,” you bite your lip, frustrated tears streaming down your face, “fuck fuck fuck!” 

This isn’t a set of explicatives out of pleasure, unfortunately. 

No matter what you do, you won’t cum. You can’t cum. Barely wet, hardly a drop glossing your folds. You don’t even want to bother getting out the lube at this point because you are so disappointed. 

The vibrator is going at the highest setting, one that your neighbors can probably hear if they were home at this time of the day. You cease to care at this point, because the job is undone because you haven’t come undone. 

You don’t know why this is happening. Maybe it’s because you’ve had the liberty to touch yourself in complete silence, now that your neighbors have been confined to their homes indefinitely. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve relied only on your touch, that your body is tired of the monotony and needs more.

You bang the heels of your feet against your flimsy mattress, feeling whiny and utterly dissatisfied. Pulling the vibrator from your clit, you glare at the infuriating toy.

“You’re supposed to be helping me out of my dry spell,” you chastise, throwing the toy across the bed, sliding onto the carpet, “I get you’re not Jeon’s dick, but you gotta help a sister out.” 

With a sigh, you fall into a bout of exhaustion. Not from a round of orgasms, but from the week’s stress and no way to let it out. 

You wake up bleary and disoriented, practically melding through the mattress. The sky is pink and blue, washed in a sea of corals and purples. It comes from the incessant banging. 

“Stop it,” you whine more to yourself than whoever dares to disturb your sleep, pulling up your panties and a pair of navy dolphin-trim shorts. “Whoever you are I’m comin’ so stop!” 

Swinging the door open in two strides you’re met with a chipper Jeon Jungkook; looking all cute and sweet in his big hoodie and smelling like a rosebud. 

“It’s 6:30,” he narrows his eyes playfully at you, “dinner’s in the oven.” 

“You left your oven on,” you deadpan, turning around to grimace at the mess that’s your one-room apartment. 

“Yes, so we have exactly ten minutes before my kitchen explodes in flames,” Jungkook chirps, closing the door behind you. 

You don’t even bother to tell him to excuse the mess, ignore the pile of bras hanging on your vanity and the unpacked groceries that sit at the edge of your mini-fridge. It’s far too late to salvage your dignity and Jungkook’s too damn polite to call you out on your state of slob. Although, as you pull out a bottle of wine tucked in the back of your fridge you blurt, “I can hear your fingers tingling to clean up my mess.” 

When you turn around Jungkook stuffs his hands in the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie, supposedly to stop himself from cleaning up. With a pout he says, “Can’t help it, Jimin says I’m currently manifesting a strong display of Virgo energy this month. Whatever that means.” 

Jabbing your feet in a pair of slides you follow Jungkook out the door. The hallways are quiet and barren, yet the silence isn’t suffocating as you two pile into the elevator. Jungkook opens the keypad underneath the regular boring buttons, revealing a sleek little set of light-up buttons that have the code to the penthouse. Faaaannnnccy. 

“Tryna look?” he jokes, cupping his hands to block your vision. 

You scoff, “I’m sure it’s something easy like 0000.” 

“You’re wrong. It’s 1234,” he replies cheekily. 

The door dings open and you’re met with yet another door. Jungkook presses his thumb to the biometric scanner, and a pleasant ringer tings in response. 

The penthouse smells like a mix of tonight’s dinner, savory, combined with a cinnamon apple candle. Jungkook is a fan of scented candles, ever since he got a whiff of your lavender vanilla burner. 

“Where’s Taehyung?” you ask, more out of your own anxiousness than anything. Taehyung’s  your buffer, the hyper roommate being someone to distract you from Jungkook’s incessant aura. 

“Dunno,” he shrugs, flicking on the oven light to peer inside. You see the telltale signs of a mean lasagna, the shredded cheese on top crisping to a delicious-looking golden brown, “anyway, you’re my friend first.” 

As grotesque as it sounds, Jungkook always finds his way to worm his way under your skin and find homage there. “Possessive much?” you quirk a brow, folding your arms over your chest even though there’s nothing to hide. 

“What can I say,” Jungkook’s legs stretch out as he squats down to your level, “I really fell for you.” 

“Gross,” you try to convince yourself, ignoring the thudding in your chest, “you technically fell on me, weirdo.” 

Dinner is a quick affair. He cuts slices of lasagna and brings it to the couch, where you’re pouring glasses of wine in crystal glasses. They’re so clean and shiny you can see your reflection in the gold liquid. You grimace at the bottle, normally this would be poured in a mug or your sippy cup, tonight your liquid’s getting a high-end pour. 

You two pull up an old anime to fill up the room, but most of it is spent in playful banter. Jungkook prattles on about his day, showing you all the cool updates he’s achieved during work. An app developer. A very on-brand, lucrative job for him. You love your job but it isn’t nearly as exciting as Jungkook’s, so you just let yourself be supportive and ask questions when needed. 

When the subject of you comes up, you shake your head and stuff your face with another cut of al dente pasta.

“Not interestin’ Jeon,” you mumble, groaning at how delicious his cooking is. What can’t he do? “Is this oregano? Is the secret ingredient toasted oregano—” 

“You’re deflecting.” 

Your shoulders slump, “I’m not very interesting, I tell you everything I do during the week and nothing has changed since March.” 

“Oh, not everything,” Jungkook mutters under his breath. You furrow your brows as his hands stuff themselves in his hoodie pocket. Is he upset you won’t tell him about your work stress? “And you’re very interesting, I’ll have you know.” 

“Yeah?” a small smile tugs on your lips. You sink further into his cottonball of a couch, feeling utterly soft and meldable at his words.

“Very,” Jungkook gets up from the couch, looking down at you, “want something sweet?” 

The prospect of dessert has you excited. Jungkook really is the perfect man, so kind and knows exactly when you’re craving something for your sweet tooth. You move to get up, only for you to sink further between the two large cushions of the loveseat. “Help me, ’m stuck,” you pout.

Jungkook giggles, and holds out his palm, “Hand,” he says simply.

You immediately reach for his larger palm, and you gasp when you feel something cold and soft touch your palm. As if you’ve been burned, you tug your hand back. But Jungkook’s hand is massive, the large ink-painted palm curling around your own, and it’s almost painful the way he clutches your hand so fiercely. 

When he’s sure you’re not going to drop it, he releases your hand. 

Nestled in your palm, is the new vibrator you left on the carpet this afternoon.

“Jeon,” you laugh tonelessly, hating the way Jungkook’s neutral expression mocks you, “you found my USB? Thanks, I know—” 

“Know that you’re having a hard time coming?” Carefully extracting your plate from your lap, he places it on the coffee table before Jungkook cages you between the couch. You shrink further into the plush seat, “I tried being a good neighbor, but you didn’t answer my texts. I heard you when I tried dropping off some snacks before dinner. Didn’t know you were into toys.” 

“Oh, c’mon Jeon. It’s 2020 and we’re confined,” well, in this scenario you’re confined, “everyone has a sex toy.” 

“Hm, I don’t have one,” Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, pretending to be deep in thought, “so, can you be my toy?” 

Fuck. 

It’s then that you feel the tell-tale signs of arousal. Your eyes widen, innocently surprised at the fact that Jeon Jungkook contained so much power in so few words. You snap your legs shut immediately, sealing any possibility of you dripping down your panties. 

“I heard how disappointed you were, doll,” his arms have no problems as he bends down so he’s eye-level with your crotch, “it was pathetic, really. You couldn’t even cum on your own? You need someone to help you?” 

“N-no,” you cross your arms defensively, frowning, “you–you’re being mean, Jeon.”

“And what, you’re gonna cry about it?” Jungkook smirks, now sitting on his knees. His hands run over the velvety fabric of the couch, making a beeline for your thighs. Gooseflesh rises to the surface, and he immediately presses down to iron out the little bumps that travel across your skin, “I do wanna make you cry, but not because you can’t cum. You’ll cry because of how good I’m gonna make you feel.” 

You gape, clutching the vibrator in your hand. 

A little bit of your sweet, cute Jungkook resurfaces, softening when he notices your lack of response, “If you’ll let me, of course.” 

You finally drag the words from your throat, “I-it’s been a long time since I’ve… been with someone.” 

He tilts his head, “Same here. I just figured we could break that spell together.” 

What are you going to say? No? A dishonor to your sexuality, that would be. Jungkook’s offering himself up on a silver platter, and even though you do wish it was a little more you’ll take the sex. 

You nod, forgetting to speak again. Jungkook chuckles. 

“I want to hear you say it, doll.” 

Doll. Like you’re his little fucktoy, malleable and bendable to all his whims. Fuck, why is that so hot to you? “Yes, I want to have sex with you,” you declare, your voice sounding more breathy than confident, “a-and, you can be mean. If you want.” 

His thumbs press little light indents in your skin, over and over as if fascinated by the way your skin is so soft and gummy in his grip. “Okay,” Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to pull out his phone, jabbing a few things that you don’t see, “let’s do a little test drive, then.” 

In seconds, the little egg vibrates in your touch. He puts it on the lowest setting, a soft buzz echoing in the large living room, then at a bruising pace that forces you to curl your fingers around it otherwise it’d fall. Your eyes flicker over to Jungkook’s, who’s focusing entirely on the way the pink and silver egg moves, dilated in interest. 

“Fuck, and you thought this thing was broken?” he asks, taking it out of your palm and turning off the app. 

“Maybe I’m the broken one,” you admit softly, wringing your shirt. 

Silence seeps. Jungkook looks at you, brows furrowed as if he’s annoyed. “Don’t ever say that,” when you don’t respond, he grabs your chin, and you gasp when he forces you to look at him, “you’re not broken, doll. Everyone’s body is different, and we’re going to discover yours together. Got it?” 

“Y-yes,” you reply immediately, mesmerized by his seriousness. 

“Good,” he slaps the vibrator back in your palm, “and in case you’re wondering, this goes inside.” 

“I know how it works,” you scowl, “but won’t you show me, just in case?” 

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Jungkook gets up for good, piling the dishes in his arms and walking to the sink. You immediately miss his warmth, “but I think patience is a virtue. I have a developer meeting with some clients in America a little bit, actually. So just wait for my call, yeah?” 

You frown, looking down at the vibrator in your hands. How much longer would you have to wait? 

It happens at exactly three in the afternoon the next day, at the start of your staff meeting. You’re so tired of the same information being thrown back and forth, coupled with Brian and Jae having to fight over some mundane subject in the itinerary that no one cares about. For goodness sake, it’s Friday! What else would you possibly need to be meeting about? 

You’re wearing a button-down dress shirt on top, no pants on the bottom. Your bare feet slap against the hardwood floor, antsy. It’s been a long day at work and your back hurts, you’re half tempted to dip out of this meeting and hope no one notices. 

Your phone buzzes on your bed, and you blanch. 

[3:01] Jeon: thanks for waiting, doll. It’s time 

[3:01] Jeon: put it in

Shamelessly, your vibrator sits next to your phone, cleaned and ready to go. 

[3:02] Jeon: need help? Answer my call

Making sure that your Zoom call is muted, you quickly answer the incoming phone call. Jungkook and you say nothing at first, waiting. The phone just ticks with the amount of time passing, one minute, two minutes, and so on. 

Mr. Kim drones unknowingly, “So when we do return to live instruction, expect a strict process when returning. PPE must be enforced so our response team will—” 

“How wet were you last night when you went home?” Jungkook asks languidly, speaking over your boss’ voice. 

Your eyes widen, flickering back and forth between the phone and the camera displaying Mr. Kim’s boring speech. 

“Doll, are you hard of hearing?” 

“N-no,” your lips barely move, eyes glued to the camera and plastering an expressionless face, “I heard you.” 

“Then give me an answer,” he says patiently, “how wet were you?” 

“Very wet.”

“Little more detail.” 

“Soaking wet,” you flush, thankful that your work laptop can only stream in 360p. “I haven’t gotten that wet in such—such a long time. My pussy was practically clinging to my underwear when I washed up that night.” 

A heady, heavy groan resonates through your phone. You feel that voice straight into your panties, jolting the nerves awake. 

“Fuck, you have a way with words, don’t you?” Jungkook chuckles breathlessly, “c’mon, touch yourself for me. Swirl your fingers around your clit, slowly.” 

It takes a second for you to position yourself, spreading your legs in a way that your coworkers don’t question why you’re moving so much. A quick scan over all the tired faces says that you’re okay. Shyly, you press your fingers against your clit, doing as he says. 

“Oh,” you say more to yourself than him, feeling the wetness already coating your fingers. This is earlier than usual. 

“What?” 

“I’m already wet,” you say, amazed, “I haven’t gotten wet this quickly in a long time.” 

He scoffs, “If you’re so wet now, shove it in.” 

You frown. You did tell him to be mean. But the idea of him telling you what to do, giving you all the porn-worthy experiences to accomplish has you relenting. Discreetly grabbing the egg from the bed, you bring it down to your panties. Swirling the cold metal around your clit, you coat it in your juices. 

It’s still a little too early to be putting anything in, but you can take it. Slowly relaxing, you slip the little egg in your pussy, wiggling it a little to make sure it’s secure. It’s a strange sort of pressure, and it pokes against your clit from the inside, but you enjoy the stretch. 

“It’s in,” you reply softly. 

“Good.” 

You wait. You listen to Jae make yet another speech about the importance of masks and gloves, and then Brian has to interject and say that gloves are literally useless because they spread germs around no matter what. Even though everyone else is muted, you can practically feel the misery seeping through the screen. For a second you almost forget about Jungkook on the line. Why isn’t Mr. Kim stopping them? This is the thin line stopping you from the weekend, unbelievable! 

“Eep!” you jolt in your cheap seat, the egg buzzing in your pussy. Your hands fly out, gripping the edges of your computer. 

It hits different when Jungkook is in control. Knowing that with a flick of his thumb he can have you careening, whining for more or less depending on how hard he wants you go. Your folds hug the egg, nestling it a fleshy grip as it brushes against your clit the more you squirm. 

“You look so pretty, trying so hard to hold in your moans,” Jungkook says wondrously from the other line. 

“W-what?” you frown, “you can see me?” 

And immediately, you go to your trackpad to fish between the hundred-and-one employees also in this call. At the very end, you see a very simple name with no mic or camera: Jeon JK. He’s here. 

“Worked in IT, doll. Know a thing or two,” he says, “now, tell me. What are you thinking about right now?” 

“Y-you,” you mumble shyly. 

“So,” Mr. Kim finally ends that part of the meeting, thank goodness, “what’s everyone’s plans this weekend? I’m going apple picking with a couple of my friends from college. Hoseok is a bright bean who loves to take long walks—”

What the hell. You squirm uncomfortably in your seat, hyperaware that Jungkook’s watching your every move. You make glossy, stubborn eyes at the camera, trying not to move when he jacks up the vibrator to a higher setting. 

Jae’s of course the next employee to unmute his microphone, “Well, me and the bae are going house hunting…” 

“Fuck!” you cry, moving the computer to the left so you can pretend you’re picking up something. But in fact you're leaning your head against your mattress, frustrated. “I don’t fucking care about your weekend plans, Jae! Shut the fuck up! You wanna know my weekend plans?” Jungkook’s laughing at you from the other line, but it only spurs you on, “my plans are fucking my super hot neighbor! He’s a hundred times more interesting than you and he’s going to make me come a hundred times this weekend—oh fuck!” 

Your fingers latch onto your panties, drawing random squiggles and letters between the fabric. You’re damp, soaked to the core. You need some sort of friction, a reprieve from this hellish week.

“You flatter me, doll,” Jungkook is definitely grinning through the phone, you can practically hear his shit-eating grin, “I think you deserve a reward. As soon as you put the camera back on your pretty face.” 

Quickly, you sit up to put the camera on you again. Once again, the employees are in a daze, listening to whatever the next person gabs about their weekend. Even though you can’t really see it, you’re sure Jungkook has a 1080p camera upstairs that shows off your blotchy face. You moan a little bit, lips closed as the egg buzzes against your pussy lips. 

“You’re so cute, doll,” Jungkook praises, “you look so professional, holding it in. What could I do to make you unravel? Hm, what if you imagined the taste of my cock on your lips? Fuck, I’d love to slap your cute little face with my cock, baby doll–”

“y/n?” Mr. Kim calls your name, and you freeze, “what about you? Any plans this weekend?” 

Jungkook doesn’t sound angry that your boss has inadvertently cut him off. “Answer him, doll. Be a good little employee.” 

Like a zombie, you move towards the unmute button. “I–I uh,” you shake your head, trying to formulate a coherent response, “I’m going on a date this weekend.” 

Jungkook jacks up the vibrator to high, and your legs are shaking. 

“Awh, a date!” Mr. Park unmutes himself, practically shoving the camera in his face, “how much do you like the lucky lad or lady?” 

“I like him uh—ah—” you pretend to think, covering a hand over your mouth to hide the fact that you feel your orgasm fast approaching, “I like him a lot!” you finally blurt, “I’m, uh, really excited to see him.” 

“Best of luck to you,” Mr. Kim says brightly, “so Jimin, any news on those investors you had dinner with this weekend? I heard a lot of positive things…”

You immediately mute your mic, and pretend to lag as you fumble around with the camera. Shoving the laptop to the side once more you groan into your sheets, “Fuck—fuck yes—” you moan, shaking your head as you dip your fingers into your panties. The vibrator still continues at its bruising pace, spurring you to a high you haven’t peaked to in months.

“Good job,” Jungkook says simply, “could barely notice that you have a little helper fiddling around your dripping pussy.”

“J-Jeon,” you cry, “I’m, ’m gonna cum.” 

“Yeah?” Jungkook eggs you on, “you’re gonna cum around that cute little vibrator? Gonna soak it in your juices?” 

“W-wish it was your cock I was soaking,” you whisper truthfully, letting your orgasm take you at the thought. Your folds flutter around the vibrator, bringing you to a level of sensitivity you’ve only dreamt of, “Ah, yes, Jeon. It feels s-so good!” 

“Yes baby,” Jungkook groans through the line, “feels good, huh?” 

Mr. Kim interrupts for the last time, “And with that, I think our meeting is adjourned. Have a wonderful weekend! Stay safe and—” 

You slam the laptop shut, grabbing your phone and keys. “I’m going up,” you mutter impatiently, already jabbing your feet in a pair of slippers and locking the door to your apartment behind you. 

“I’m waiting,” he replies, eagerness trimming his voice. 

“Password?” you ask quickly, jabbing the elevator door shut once you step inside. Thank goodness you’re alone, you think as you pull your dress shirt further down your ass. 

“Did you forget already?” he teases, “I told you, it’s 1234.” 

Thankfully, the doors zip you up straight to the penthouse. The connection is always a little spotty in elevators, and you sigh longingly when you feel the buzz jolt and leave it’s momentum, quickly losing its rhythm between your dripping folds. Once you get to the top and the elevator doors open the second door immediately swings open, revealing a soft but aroused-looking Jungkook. He looks fresh from the shower, absolutely radiant and delicious looking. 

You don’t hesitate to run up to him, and Jungkook immediately cups his face in your hands, pressing his lips to yours. 

You’re practically on your tippy-toes, and you squeak against his lips when he hooks his arms around your shoulders, immediately lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his trim waist, not wanting to stop kissing him. He’s like the sweetest ambrosia, a taste you can’t get enough of. 

The connection to your vibrator has resumed, and you can’t help but grind helplessly under Jungkook’s clothed abs as he carries the both of you to his bedroom.

“N-need you to fuck me,” you bury your head in the crook of his neck, pressing quick kisses to his jawline, “I want you s-so badly.” 

“Hello to you too,” he husks, shutting the bedroom door with his foot. 

Jungkook drops you unceremoniously, and your limbs splay out on the fresh bedsheets of his feather-soft mattress.

“You look gorgeous like this, doll.” he sighs longingly, a hand going under your buttondown to press against your soaked panties. His hand lingers on the way your pussy moves in tandem with the vibrator. 

“J-Jeon please I can’t take it—” 

“Stop calling me that,” he snaps, hands leaving your skin.

You whine at the loss of contact, “Jeon, no. Jungkook. Kook, my Kook. Please, I need you.” 

That gets him going. His pretty chocolate brown eyes zero in on you, and he immediately shucks off his shirt and sweatpants, “How much do you need me?” he asks, pulling out his phone and pressing some buttons, “how much do you need your Kook?” 

The vibrator stops. You cry out in frustration, unsure if it’s because it’s off or because Jungkook’s taking too damn long. “I need you so much, Kook,” you warble with a pout, moving to undo the top buttons of your dress shirt to reveal your cleavage, “honey, you can have me all you want later today. I want you to slap my face with your dick, edge me until I cry, anything. I’m all yours, I’m your little doll. But please for now, I need to feel you inside me.” 

“Say no more,” his lips latch onto your neck, and you sigh at the skin-to-skin contact. His hand fiddles under your shirt, clutching a breast and slapping it so hard it bounces back and forth, “fuck, you’re so pretty.” 

His hand moves to your plain cotton panties, immediately shucking them off, “doll, you really are dripping,” he’s impressed, surprised when he has to untack the fabric from your glossy legs. He hangs the panties on his wooden headboard, a little ornament for him to jack off to later. 

His fingers brush over your folds, wasting no time to slip the vibrator out. He holds it between your faces, forcing you to stare at the pearly substance that coats the entirety of the egg. “Mm, tasty tasty,” he cooes, pink tongue darting out to lick a long strip across the oval. 

You tug him closer, pressing his lips to yours. He tastes a mixture of his own saliva and your arousal, and you grind helplessly against him. You feel how big his cock is, rock-hard and trying very diligently not to bust. He must have a crazy amount of control, and it drives you nuts. 

“Kook,” you frown, bumping your crotch with his.

“Impatient, good thing I am too,” he shucks off his boxers while you unbutton the rest of your shirt, “knees and hands, doll.” 

You don’t care how or what way he’ll take you. Fuck, he could bend you into an Auntie Anne’s pretzel and you’d comply. 

Arching your back so your ass is in the air, you wiggle around, hoping he’ll take the bait. That’s when you sigh, feeling the tip of his dick brush against your wetness.

“Soaking my cock already, baby,” he says, “you’re so good to me.” 

And finally, finally, he slips in. You don’t even care that it stretches you a little too far and too long, it’s been too damn long since you’ve had decent dick and Jungkooks far more than decent. 

He goes at a quick pace, finally showing how impatient he’s been all this time. Your moans and groans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain as he stretches your walls to the brim. You hold a pillow to your chest, feeling woozy at the way his fat cock stretches you out. 

“F-fuck yeah,” the pace is hard, you practically feel it in your belly, and you love it. “You feel so fucking tight, baby,” he’s all up in your ear, kissing the lobe briefly, “I love the way you suck my cock back in.” 

“Kook,” you press your ass back, “harder, please. I’m your little doll, right? Y-you can fuck me however you want, as hard as you want! Please, ah—! Use me!” 

You cry out when he slips from your folds, immediately flipping you on your back. He wastes no time to wet his dick, lifting one leg over his shoulder to have you deeper. This position is far more intimate, and your noses are practically touching as he thrusts into you. 

You can’t believe you’re in bed with Jeon Jungkook. This must be a dream, a really great, really long wet dream. You crumble in his grip, and you lift a shaky hand to run through his thick black strands. 

“Why’d you make me wait so long?” you cry, staring right into his glittering eyes, “why couldn’t you come for me after your call last night?” 

“Why’d I make you wait?” he grits, crushing the flesh between your hip bones so he can have more leverage to pound into you, “why did you make me wait? Since March, I’ve wanted you. I told you I liked you, told you I fell for you.” 

“T-thought it was a joke,” you warble pathetically, breasts bouncing at his relentless rhythm.

“You think th-this is a joke?” for further emphasis, he glides slower, making you feel just how large and thick he is against your folds, “I want you, doll. Y-yeah, fu-fuck. Want to feed you every day, feed you lasagna, feed you with my cum, make you happy.” 

“I—I want that too, Kook,” you’re a pile of pink mush, and you feel your eyes prick from the overwhelming emotions that have washed over both of you. “Sh-shit, Kook. I think, I think I’m gon’ cum again.” 

“Good, you first,” his hand plays figure 8s with your precious pearl, seeping with arousal and coating his cock in delicious lubrication. 

It doesn’t take long for you to cum. You’re holding him as tight as you can, nails digging into his shoulders as you clench around his cock. Jungkook cums shortly after, and you keen at the sensitivity when his hot cum coats your walls. “Baby doll,” he exhales, thrusting lazily. The both of you feel your combined arousal drip between the two of you, onto your skin and onto his sheets, “y-you’re amazing.” 

His softened cock slips out of you, and his hands immediately reach over to swirl around the heady cream over your engorged pussy. You moan when he brings his fingers to your lips, “Open, doll.” 

It tastes salty yet sweet, and you suckle around his finger with a cute little pop. Jungkook grins brightly, feeling like he won the lottery. 

“Are my walls that thin?” you pout, pressing closer to him when he pulls the blankets to your chest. 

“Very,” Jungkook nods with a chuckle, tucking the two of you in, “now get some rest, doll. You presented a lot of offers to me earlier, and I intend to go through with them.” 

You smile into his chest, melty and feeling utterly sated. 

[kaijime]

So im 5’9 with a lil attitude, can i request a hc of Ushi and Daichi with a rough slow fuck, With a lil spice? Thank youuu :3

ushijima + daichi + aone | slow rough sex

cw. fem reader, soft sex, praise, dirty talk, vaginal penetration

a/n. I hope you don’t mind, I added aone bc I’ve been craving him for a while. I really loved this request!! It’s so soft!!

ushijima wakatoshi

He needs to relieve the stress and frustration some way, and how could he not use you when you’re looking at him with those pretty eyes.

So he decides to relieve himself, boy just wanted to fuck you slowly and hard 🥺

He also really loves the face you make when he hits those deep spots inside you.

Would praise you!!

“You’re doing so well baby... such a good girl for taking all of me in your small pussy”

His pretty girl is getting slowly ripped apart by his cock, how could he not praise you.

He shushed you, a whisper almost, to help calm you. To make you loosen up from the grip you had on him. No matter how many times you take him, his cock is always a tight fit. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to be so harsh with you tonight”

His words were soothing and he started a slow pace, every thrust had you gripping the skin on his back, soft scratches were sure to be scattered all over it tomorrow.

“To-shi, mmm... so good” you look into his eyes, making eye contact after a while and placing a soft kiss on his lips. Your tongues quickly got involved, making out in a passionate way while his thrusts didn’t stop. They were still soft and slow but they didn’t stop.

Just because he settled for being a little slower tonight, didn’t mean he wouldn’t be rough. He gently slipped out of your walls only to sheathe himself quickly, hitting the deepest he could hit while practically making you scream every time.

“Ah-! Yes... it’s s-so- h-hah-!” Your nails raked down his back while he buried his face in the crook of your neck, grunting every now and then to let you know he was enjoying this. It was his idea, after all.

daichi sawamura

Big dick man

He is fully capable of leaving you a few days without walking.

Though sometimes, rarely, he prefers to take things a little slow.

I think he would do it if he’s horny when he wakes up and just wants to slowly fuck you because he’s still a little tired.

He would’ve cockwarmed you but he knows he can’t hold backs when he does that.

“Daichi... fuck” his hips moved gently, almost as if he wasn’t even inside you, as if he was just grinding on you.

“So good, such a pretty pussy... matching with my pretty girl” you wanted to utter out something, anything, but he would move everytime you tried, making all but words come out of your mouth.

Light moans, gasps and groans where the only thing to hear in the almost silent room. That, and the squelching sound of your wet pussy everytime he stroked your walls with his dick.

“Love how tight you are baby- fuck- I want you to cum for me”

“Yes-! Yes, Daichi... gonna cum!” You said while he continued whispering sweet praises in your ear, reassuring you that he wanted you to feel good and interlocking your fingers with his when he grabbed your hands.

You gush around him, that feeling of orgasm you knew so well, yet it always hit you like a train. He buried his cock in your walls a few more times before cumming himself. When he came, he quickly pulled out and came on your stomach.

Even if he was half asleep, he would still like to see his babygirl covered in his cum.

aone takanobu

Let’s be honest, Aone will rarely be on top. He will always be on bottom, you riding his while he admires your beautiful body.

He enjoys watching you use him for your own pleasure.

Usually you’re rougher than this, maybe it’s because you had an exhausting day at work but today you’re being so slow and sweet.

He doesn’t mind though, he loves it, loves anything you give him.

He watches your breasts bounce and jiggle everytime you sink yourself on his cock, a sight he would never get tired of seeing, except now it was like he could savor it longer.

“Nobu!...h- fuck-!” Even if you were going at a slow pace he never failed to be too big. His tip always kissed your cervix when you took him all, you were such a tight fit for him, but both of you enjoyed it.

He was still entranced by the way your pretty tits moved, but he was too afraid to grab one for fear of your dicomfort. As if by instinct, you immediately notice his uneasy state and put his hand exactly where he wants them.

It was like he received the all clear from you, and he couldn’t help but lean his face to suck on the hard nub of your nipple, making you throw your head back at the immense feeling.

You tugged on the short tuffs of his hair, making him move his sight to you, the eye contact was brief, only for a moment but he could see you were feeling good. Not only by the look in your eyes, but by the way you creamed on his cock.

“Pretty... mmm, you look so pretty Y/n”

“Yeah? Oh, you’re so big N-nobu! I love it so much!” His mind was clouded, burrying his head into the valley of your breasts and hearing your sweet voice moan his name every few seconds. It was all music to his ears.

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[meltwonu]

| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 |     [Chapter 1] 

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader

this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, dom!wonwoo, dirty talk, masturbation, sex toys, mentions of sexting/sending photos/videos, baby this has hella plot lmao dkhf 🥴💕 WELCOME TO UNTIL I MET YOU!! THE MINI-SEQUEL TO CAFFEINE! A bit of a shorter chapter but I didn’t want to overload with too much everything in the first chapter, ykwim? 😎 Thank you so much for your patience with this sequel, I know there were a ton of people asking for a sequel for months after I said I would 💕😭😭 As always, inbox roundup tomorrow! And don’t forget, next chapter for UIMY goes up on Feb 26th! T|H ch 1 next Friday! 🥰💕 Enjoy ch 1, have a great weekend and I love you! 💕

chapters; 1 - x - x - x - x

“Mmh… Wonwoo…”

His hands roam all over your naked body; warmth spreading all over when he digs his blunt fingernails into the skin of your waist.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Did you miss me, sweetheart?” His voice is soft, gentle, yet teasing; barely above a whisper as your back bows off of the bed to lean into his simple touches. “I missed you, sweetheart. Missed your ‘lil cunt too.”

A choked sob falls from your lips, followed quickly by rushed, hurried cries for Wonwoo to move faster.

“Don’t you want me to take my time? We haven’t seen each other in months.” 

There’s a smirk on his lips, eyes twinkling with mischief when you reply back with a shaky whine. “Don’t you want me to slide my cock into your pretty ‘lil pussy nice ‘n slow? Let you feel every inch of me filling you up, just like it’s the first time all over again.” He stares at you dreamily; fixated on the way your body chases his hands when he drags them down to your thighs. “Or would you prefer it if I fucked you hard and fast? Your cute body squirming and trembling from how good I give it to you and my cock slamming into your tight ‘lil cunt.”

Wonwoo’s fingertips spread your folds as he licks his lips; appreciating how wet you already were for him.

“Bet your toys don’t feel as good as the real thing, huh?”

You shake your head ‘no’ furiously, “N-no, god, no! Wonwoo, p-please!” The male grins down at you, pouting mockingly at your desperate, pleading eyes. 

The wetness between your legs is unbearable and the sobs are caught in your throat when Wonwoo leans over you, lips ghosting across your own.

“Okay. Just say--”

You’re shocked awake by your alarm clock; chest heaving in deep breaths as you sit up in your crumpled sheets. “Oh, fuck...” Groaning, your clammy palms reach for the ringing device as you shut it off and sigh.

The clock reads 10:02AM; tired eyes trying to blink away the sleep that threatens to take you back to the dreamland you much preferred. Although, dreaming about Wonwoo was becoming a little bit too common these last few days.

Sighing once more, you move to get out of bed; already finding your panties soaking wet and sticking to you like a second skin when you stand.

“Ugh... Damn it.”

You press the vibrator harder onto your clit; teeth chattering with the pleasure that pours over your body.

“Oh, god, please, p-please…”

Images of Wonwoo dance behind your eyelids; sultry smirks and teasing glances bringing you closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm.

If there was anything that the last few months without Wonwoo taught you, it was that you couldn’t afford to lose him - in more ways than one. And despite his lack of calls or even text messages, you held out in hopes he still felt the same way that you did despite the distance.

You sent him pictures and videos of yourself often; teasing images half naked, toys in hand, and videos crying out his name while you came. And while he took the time to reply to those with praise and adoration, he almost never sent anything back. 

When he did, it was always short, clipped replies of how exhausted he was and how he didn’t have much time.

“Ngh, h-harder…” Your toes curl against the bedsheet; phantom feelings of his cock fucking you hard and deep making you cry out in desperation to be filled by his cock.

Your phone rings on the nightstand next to you as you cum - vibrator pressed so hard against your clit that your back bows off of the sheets while your thighs shake uncontrollably. 

And for the first time in a long time, it’s an orgasm that feels like it’s worth something.

‘Gyu: hey did wonwoo text u?

‘Gyu: he’s back next monday he said

‘Gyu: idk abt classes tho, might be out of commission for a while bc jetlag

‘Gyu: thinking abt throwing him a party on friday after he comes back...

‘Gyu: u wanna plan with us orrrrr? U got a private party or sth 🥴😏

‘Gyu: lmk

You’re nervous. Shy, even.

After you’d come down from your orgasm and checked your phone, your mind momentarily went blank from shock and the first thing you’d done was text Wonwoo to ask if he was really coming back that soon.

‘Ah, yeah, I was just about to text you. Prof said we can go home early if we wanted since we finished up classes. I’ll see you sometime next week? Jetlag and stuff.’, was all he had said and in your excited state, the only thing you had responded with was an, ‘Okay, great!’, without asking when, where, or what time.

You figured you’d give him some time to readjust instead of bombarding him as soon as he got in. But each second that you knew Wonwoo was home, you found yourself itching to just be in his presence.

You just had to be a little more patient.

Wednesday morning comes and you find yourself skipping your morning class to go to the library.

For studying, you tell yourself.

The male at the receptionist table shoots you a small smile to which you awkwardly smile back before ducking into an empty aisle. All you knew was that it seemed like Wonwoo wasn’t here.

Maybe he’s still at the frat house, you wonder.

Sighing slightly under your breath, you decide that maybe getting some work done would actually help distract you from looking for the male.

You find an empty table, setting your things down before pulling out your phone. 

In all honesty, you weren’t even sure why you were being so shy and nervous about contacting Wonwoo, especially when you so unabashedly sent him nudes every few days when he was away. 

Although, with how things had been before he left and the prospect of actually dating once he came back from his semester abroad - the butterflies in your stomach had been nonstop with the different scenarios that played out in your head. You’d even gone so far as to plan what happened if Wonwoo had decided he didn’t want to make an attempt at dating you.

“Sweetheart?”

The grip you have on your phone only tightens as you whip your head around to find Wonwoo standing behind your chair and you swear your heart stops beating the same time your breath gets caught in your throat. “H-huh?”

He smiles gently down at you and you can’t help but wonder how long you were spaced out to not notice him there. 

“Is this a dream too?” You wonder aloud - Wonwoo chuckling in response as he moves to collect your things for you.

“Have you been dreaming about me that much, sweetheart?” You stutter and stumble over your words; embarrassment eating at you every second that Wonwoo has a knowing smile plastered on his lips.

“C’mon, let’s go get something to eat since we both know you’re not really here to study.”

The version of Wonwoo that sits across the cafe table is… different.

Not bad, just different.

His arms are much tanner and definitely more muscular and the glasses missing from his face lets you appreciate his eyes even more when they’re not hidden behind the thick frames. He had even opted to wear a sleeveless shirt; something that you weren’t used to when he usually was around campus in long sleeves and sweater vests.

Although, you can’t and won’t deny the way your body reacts to this Wonwoo.

“Hey, I’m talking to you and you’re just spacing out.” Muttering, he leans over the small cafe table until his face is only inches away from yours and the smirk on his lips already lets you know that you’ve been caught staring.

“Listen, I know I’ve been gone for three months but you’re lookin’ at me like you haven’t had a fix in all that time.” Your lips press into an embarrassed firm line, avoiding his stare as he raises a brow at you.

“Wait, you didn’t fuck anyone in the three months I was gone?”

“No… did you?” Your voice is barely above a whisper; a little afraid that his answer will be ‘yes’ when he takes a second longer to respond.

“Nah,” He settles back into his seat, “I told you, didn’t I? I was willing to try the whole… dating, relationship thing with you when I got back. Although, I’m somewhat surprised one of the others didn’t try to seduce you while I was gone.”

You laugh slightly, cheeks warm as Wonwoo teases. “I wouldn’t have given them the time of day anyway.”

Your entire body burns hot, palms clammy in your lap from how giddy you were to be with Wonwoo and it made your heart do backflips knowing that he’d still been willing to try with you.

“Ah, how was it abroad anyway? You… didn’t really say much over the past few months so I feel like I don’t know how you were. Just some messages about how tired you were...” He takes a sip of his coffee; unintentionally making you internally scream when his lips form a pout while he thinks.

“Honestly? Other than the days we were excavating ‘n stuff, it was pretty boring. Really hectic though, and a lot of documenting which meant a lot of paperwork. I swear, I closed my eyes and I saw the inside of my textbooks.” He chuckles lightly, eyes focused on the cup of coffee in front of him.

“I just want to say sorry for my lack of communication. I really didn’t expect to be so busy that I couldn’t even pick up a call.” There’s a genuine apologetic look on Wonwoo’s face when he looks back at you. “And the time difference was really rough too. I didn’t want to take it out on you over the phone if I was stressed about not sleeping or the workload. I know we can get a little rough when we ‘play’ but this wasn’t that and it wouldn’t have been fair.”

Oh.

“T-that’s okay, I understand!” Your heart does somersaults in your chest, “I--thank you for thinking about me too.”

The feelings you have bubbling up inside of you make you feel like you’re falling in love for the first time, all over again. “Um… Sorry I sent so many pictures ‘n stuff.”

Wonwoo laughs, this time throwing his head back slightly before he tries to hide his wide grin. “Oh, sweetheart. Don’t apologize.” Your eyes meet his and for a split second, you see the familiar dominating look in his eyes before he leans over the small cafe table again.

“I might’ve not had all the time to entertain you those times but I thought about you alllll the time. I missed everything about you.” His voice is barely above a whisper - careful to not let anyone else in the cafe hear the topic of conversation. “Which, by the way…You piqued my interest earlier with your question. You never really answered my question about having dreams about me.”

You shift in your seat as you avert your eyes from his; eyes flitting down his toned body instead as you mentally curse yourself.

“I… kinda? I m-mean… not normally but just--just these last few days. It’s almost been every night… I wake up and--and it’s just… I’m...” You trail off; somewhat shy to say the rest of what you were going to say even though you’re almost certain Wonwoo already knows.

“Odd. Me too. I kept dreaming about you, which is, honestly, kind of why I thought to come back earlier.”

“Oh?”

“Mm, we still had 2 weeks left, technically. A bit of a spillover since my professor wanted us to explore the city once finals were over. But I just wanted to come home.” He finishes with a chuckle - a soft look in his eyes.

You pout back at him, “You didn’t come home early just for ‘lil ‘ol me, did you?” You say it jokingly, but deep down you do wonder.

“Would that be so bad?” Grinning, Wonwoo sets a couple of bills down onto the table to cover the meals you both barely have touched.

“Like I said, I missed everything about you, sweetheart.”

Wonwoo walks you back to your place afterwards; laughing and joking with you as if he hadn’t been gone for the last 3 months. 

There’s a certain playfulness about him that makes your heart bloom and part of you wonders if he’s opening up to you more now that there’d been some time apart.

“Are you gonna be working at the library again? Or is that done forever now?” “Mm.. I mean, it’d be kind of weird if I stopped, don’t you think?”

The grin of his face is telling and you have to mentally stop yourself from letting your mind wander in the middle of the sidewalk. “Y-yeah... Studying in my apartment isn’t really the same, y’know…”

Laughing, Wonwoo takes the opportunity to swing an arm around your shoulder as he tucks you under his arm. “I was actually at the library earlier to ask about my position back. I start tomorrow.” Goosebumps rise on your skin and the close proximity is enough to make you whimper.

“I’m only taking two classes this semester to give myself a bit of a break so I’ll be in the library more often to fill up the time. You can always call me if you need to know where I am. I promise I’ll respond this time, sweetheart.”

Before you know it, the two of you are already standing outside of your complex as Wonwoo takes his arm off of you.

“Will I be seeing you tomorrow?” There’s a hopeful lilt to his voice that has you nodding feverishly in return.

“I have a morning class but I’ll come by in the afternoon? I can text you to let you know, just in case.” You offer back.

Wonwoo licks his lips, tilting his head before leaning down and kissing you on the forehead.

The soft gesture momentarily throws you off as you freeze but the smoldering look in Wonwoo’s eyes when he pulls away lets you know that he’s already scheming.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

[datleggy]

Ok I have one more thought on like the med school au thing which is buck and Eddie love in the same building/next to eachother (if they’re renting houses on the campus the med school in my area does this so it may not be universal) and buck gets annoyed with Chris crying cause as much as he loves kids he’s trying to study and that’s not easy with a kid crying loudly so he goes over to Eddies to complain but when Eddie opens the door and buck sees how dead on his feet he is he instead offers to help while Eddie takes a break and this completely catches Eddie off guard for two main reasons one this is his like rival at school and two every other neighbor has just complained so this is a change of pace

oh. oh no. this is--I'm screaming, this is perfect.

here's a short drabble bc that scene will never leave my dumb lil skull otherwise and its all ur fault anon 

It's been about a half hour and even with headphones in Buck can still hear the insistent wailing outside his door and it is driving him up a wall.

He's read the same sentence in his textbook now eight times in a row and still not a single word has been committed to memory. He knows for sure that golden boy Diaz lives in that apartment and he has no clue what would make the guy think that agreeing to babysit for whoever the hell he was babysitting for in the middle of finals week was a good idea.

Maybe he's not so smart after all, Buck thinks, sighing and finally giving into his impulse to go see what all the crying is about. He shrugs on a sweatshirt and a pair of light joggers before making his way across the hallway and knocking on the door, folding his arms over his chest and huffing in annoyance the longer it takes for anyone to come answer.

He's not expecting the normally put together and admittedly handsome boy wonder to open the door looking quite so...human, for once. 

Diaz is wearing a stained t-shirt and a pair of old basketball shorts, his hair looks like it hasn't ever seen the good end of a brush, there are bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, and in his arms is the very fussy and very loud source of the apartment complexes complaints.

"Look," Eddie says, exhausted as can be, while he tries to rock the kid back and forth, "You're the millionth person to come knocking at my door. And I get it. He's loud. He's a baby and he's sick. So I'm sorry but--"

"You look like crap." Buck blurts out.

Eddie blinks, frowning. "Thanks?"

"You're welcome." Buck presses his lips into a thin line and nods over Eddies shoulder. "So, you gonna let me in, or?"

Eddie blinks at him again, this time looking at him as if the blonde has grown another head right in front of his very eyes. "What?"

"I need to study, can't do that with a crying baby next door," Buck sighs, "So for the love of god let me help you so that we can both pass exams this week, Diaz."

It's probably only because he's sleep deprived, or maybe because he's so overwhelmed by the first and only offer to actually help that he’s received since...well, forever, now, that makes Eddie step aside without further argument and let Buckley inside. 

“Have you ever even dealt with a sick child before?” Eddie half shouts over Christopher’s sobbing. 

Buck makes impatient grabby hands until Eddie finally relinquishes the baby to him. And suddenly it’s as if Eddie is seeing a whole new side to the med student. Buck is gentle and soothing, holding Christopher upright and whispering calm sweet nothings, instead of rocking about, he simply paces the room and after a few minutes the baby goes quiet, his eyes drooping shut, his little hands curled into loose fists on Bucks chest. 

“How...” Eddie gapes. 

“Magic touch.” Buck smirks, but the smile softens when he looks down at Christopher’s sleeping face. “It’s better if he sleeps upright like this, he sounds congested.” 

Eddie nods, still in complete awe. “He is. I--thanks, seriously.” he’s not sure what else to say, but he’s beyond grateful. This isn’t the first time Christopher’s gotten a cold, but it is the first time someone’s gotten him to go to sleep so quickly during one. 

Buck hums. “You can thank me by quizzing me on Chapters ten through fifteen for tomorrows advanced organic chemistry test.” 

Eddie huffs, amused. “You could’ve literally asked for anything just now,” he tells him as he reaches into his backpack for the right text book, “Hell, I could just about kiss you.” 

“In your dreams, maybe.” Buck makes a face. “Now c’mon, quit stalling Diaz.” 

“Alright Buckley,” Eddie smiles, speaking in a soft tone so as not to wake Christopher, when he asks, “Orbital hybridization has two important consequences, what are they?” 

[stranger-nightmare]

Okay I’m so so so sorry to have to do this…

But I’m gonna have to temporarily ‘pause’ my sleepover

By ‘pause’ I just mean I’m gonna close my asks briefly whilst I try to get through all the ones that have been sent to me so far

Right now I genuinely have 89 asks I need to reply to and some of them have been sat there for over a week so I really don’t want to leave people waiting much longer

I’m sorry I don’t really know what’s been wrong with me the past few days but I just can’t seem to bring myself to write / respond to things properly, my brain is just exhausted for some reason, and I don’t want to give people half assed replies bc that’s just not fair

And then I keep getting more asks and then it just feels even more daunting and overwhelming so yeah that’s why I’m closing my inbox temporarily whilst I try to get through the backlog

Anyway this is just a ramble but long story short, my inbox will be closed and so my sleepover will be paused whilst I reply to all your incredible thoughts and thots and try to get writing the 15 headcanons / drabbles!

Thank you for your patience and understanding, I again apologise if you’ve sent me an ask and it’s been a lil while, I promise I am getting round to it🥺

- Hope🐝

[feralaot]

random scouts hcs!

I did a post like this for the warriors my beloved (here) and people seemed to like it so here's one for the scouts :) had some input from @afrival for this one luv u

no warnings I think

eren

if he had twitter he would have a vaporwave bart simpson profile picture and tweet lil peep lyrics. also uses way too many hashtags

he's scared of snakes and hates armin's ball python

his eyes are probably crusty as hell and mikasa has to wipe em for him because he won't

when he's losing an argument he goes "ooh you wanna kiss me so bad" and it always escalates things but he doesn't stop

almost exclusively wears american eagle

"what's a pronoun".mp3

uses the 💯 emoji in every other text message he sends

armin

sends his friends pictures of cats cuddling/hanging out and says "me n you <3"

genuinely can't stand when people have dirt under their fingernails. he gets so mad at eren bc his nails are dirty asf and armin forces him to clean them

he calls himself sexy a lot (e.g. "that was really sexy of me")

chews on bottle caps then is like hmm why do my teeth hurt

he hates feet. toes look weird to him. nobody in his house is allowed to take their socks off

unironically uses faces like ^-^ and :3

acne :(

mikasa

she's really bad at giving advice. don't go to her for help she'll literally be like "that's tough"

probably has like 4 instagram accounts made just to follow eren

solid black profile picture and no bio

maybe now and then she'll put a my chemical romance quote on her story but that's about it, she doesn't respond to dms or anything

doesn't wash that damn scarf so it's probably stinky

sticks staples, pins, etc through the tips of her fingers for no reason other than she likes freaking people out

probably hisses at people

jean

the only possible relationship dynamic somebody can have with him is rivals to lovers

very short social fuse and has to stay home for several days after public events bc it's just exhausting

he's an introvert adopted by extroverts (connie and sasha) and has to deal with their shenanigans. truly the mom figure between the three of them

marco has to listen to him ranting about connie and sasha's foolery and doesn't have much advice to offer bc he doesn't know either

for a long time he only knew "straight" and "gay" and when he found out about the concept of bisexuality his mind almost imploded

he sighs and yawns a lot and doesn't even realize he does it. people always think he's either annoyed or tired

probably dresses like a diet e-boy. crewneck king

connie

the kind of kid in your high school gym class that wears mismatching neon clothes. bonus points if it's nike

also the most likely to start a food fight for funsies

he doesn't yell often because his voice cracks when he does and it's embarrassing

sasha and him hate cafeteria food so he always brings an ungodly amount of food in his backpack instead to share with sasha. connie's backpack is 90% food

unironically says things like "pogchamp" and "rad"

he works at zumiez and probably lives there. always rocking their latest drip

jumps up and slaps exit signs

sasha

randomly breaks into song (usually disney songs) and connie will automatically duet

manages to fall asleep in any situation. on buses, while watching movies, sometimes even mid conversation if she's zoned out enough

tried to take armin fishing one time but he almost cried because he felt so bad about it

at least reiner will fish with her though. the himbos always come through

her instagram is all pictures of fish she caught and now and then there's an awkward candid pic of niccolo

stayed overnight in a walmart one time and got away and brags about it but she won't admit it was an accident. panicked and spent the night eating snacks off the shelves to "survive"

while she's talking her voice slowly gets louder and louder and she doesn't realize it until people tell her to stop yelling

historia

pulls people by the ears to bring them down to her level

also kicks people in the shins a lot, if she's arguing with someone they'll usually keep their distance to avoid getting shin kicked

loves climbing on ymir's back and just being carried around like the little creature she is

posts inspirational quotes on her story

would definitely be a cheerleader in high school. nobody would guess a prep like her is dating some grunge girl w a pretty much opposite personality

she always has bandaids with her for some reason. if someone gets scraped she'll whip out a bandaid immediately. her friends call her "mom" sometimes

hates grilled cheese so god damn much. can't stand it

ymir

"damn I don't remember asking".mp3

is always the first one to comment on historia's instagram posts. her comments range from "beautiful my queen!!!" to "damn ma yo ass fat"

she always called reiner gay as a joke then he came out as gay and for a while she thought it was her fault

her and reiner have wlw and mlm solidarity, they're bffs for that matter

if someone tells her that her music is too loud she'll say "huh?" and turn it up

similarly if someone scolds her for something she'll go "hm? repeat that, I'm a little deaf in this ear"

"bro stfu you always tell me you're gonna fire me for being late"

levi

really really hates cooking pasta because straining the water is for some reason more difficult than it should be

"do not underestimate me, bitches"

always refuses to get his hair cut at places in shopping centers. especially walmart great clips

makes monkey noises when he sees something he likes. he started doing this as a joke to mock zeke but it evolved and now he can't stop doing it randomly

will not hesitate to knock someone on their ass if they're talking shit

coffee makes him jittery so he drinks tea instead but won't admit to anyone that he lowkey also has a redbull addiction

hange calls him a catboy but he doesn't know what that means so he's always like "yeah" bc he thinks it means he's a cat person

hange

buys levi shoes from the kids section and doesnt tell him bc he likes them anyway

such a millennial, they say shit like "doggo" and "adulting"

"for practical reasons I don't exist. do not perceive me"

probably wants to marry mothman

levi has had to scold them on several different occasions for bringing live animals into the house

legally isn't allowed to cook bc they can and they will blow something up

goes on tipsy rants almost nightly

erwin

white skechers king

hosts barbecues in those white skechers. he talks shit about people with nile and pyxis like a bunch of gossiping middle aged fath- wait

his profile pictures on social media are probably pictures of himself taken from awkward angles with an empty expression. it's always posted like six times as well

when levi is getting Out Of Hand he'll pick him up from under the arms and carry him away like "okay, that's enough" and levi kicks around but can't escape

rubs his hands together a lot like a fly. nobody knows why he does it. what are you scheming

falls asleep on couches while watching sports games

[swinging his keys around his finger] "let's rock and roll"

[thewistlingbadger]

One day I will rewrite cm but for today here's what I got:

For the rest of season 7 (10 episodes) and maybe the first bit of season 8 Spencer stays mad a JJ and Emily. It is not easily resolved because it shouldn't be easily resolved. Emily knows what she did was wrong and that she needs to apologize but it takes her a few weeks because she's thinking about everything that she should say bc if she doesn't do it right spencer is gonna be at her throat. when shes prepared, she goes to spencer's apartment after a case, maybe on an evening they have off. when he doesn't answer the door, she sits on the other side and starts apologizing. spencer expresses his emotions towards her and admits to her that he almost went back on Dilaudid. they're both crying through out the whole way too. the camera is getting close ups of emily wiping her tears while apolgizing its getting close ups of spencers crying while shes apolgizing there even a shot of the both of them sitting back to back, through the wall (if you've seen the movie frozen you would know what i mean). eventually, spencer opens the door they hug while crying, and the next day they go back to work and start rebuilding their relationship. It would take him longer to forgive JJ tho. (respectfully so)

It would maybe go a lil something like this

Emily should have expected that Spencer wouldn't come around easily. She had faked her death without telling him, was gone for a year, and then came back like it was nothing. She had missed her family so much, she couldn't wait to spend time with Spencer again but he wasn't having any of it. She knew that she had to carefully plan out what she was going to say to him. You can't try to get out of it or shift the blame. You have to be intelligent and sincere, if not he's going to grill you to hell and back. She told herself. So after 2 weeks of preparing the right things to say, she went to his apartment. "Spencer!" She knocked. No answer. She knew he was in there though, Hotch had sent them home not even 2 hours ago. She saw his shadow from under the door, but he did not answer. Fuck me why did I have to fuck this up. With a sigh, she sat on the other side of the door. "Look I-" she took a breath. She had to do this, she reminded herself. Not only because they work together but because he deserves an apology. He deserves to know how much she regrets it. "I know you're... upset at me. And I deserve it. Really, I do." She listened for him. All she heard was some muffled movements. "What I did was, what's the best word here, fucked up? It was wrong. It was...selfish to think I could just run away in order to protect you guys. I can't imagine the pain you all have gone through." Still no sign of Spencer. The thought that she's ruined their relationship forever and he'll never forgive her crosses her mind, she shudders in fear. "I'm not asking for forgiveness. Nothing I can do would make up for my actions. I just want you to know that I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I left you, and everyone else on the team. There wasn't a day that I didn't think about you or how much I wished I could have been on the jet with you while we play chess or you infodump on me." She looked up at the light on the ceiling, trying not to cry. "I know that sometimes people grow apart but Spencer, I really don't want that to be us." She shook her head and looked down. She was wiping a tear away when she heard a sniffle from the other side of the door. "God Emily, You have no idea what happened." He let out a sob. "You were the only person I ever confided in and understood. And then you just left? You left me and and- you left the rest of the team! Penelope was crying every second she thought no one was looking! Derek wouldn't let himself rest!" Emily let the shame and guilt rise in her. "I was at JJ's house constantly! Crying on her couch almost every night, mourning the loss of you when you weren't even dead! And JJ knew that too! She saw me suffer for 10 weeks and didn't say a word. That should have never happened. No where on the job application does it say that sometimes, you'll have to fake your death 'for the greater good'. You shouldn't have even asked her to do that for you! None of us would have ever crossed that line Emily, but you did. We all know that was the most stupidest decision anyone has ever made while on the job." She took every word he said to heart. He's right. Maybe there was a way to be safe and still be alive. If anyone could have found that out, it would have been Spencer. He must have heard her crying from the other side of the door. Which lead her to believe that he must have been sitting right by the door on the other side. There's no other he could have heard her soft sobs. She was trying to be as quiet as she could. She deserved his full blown rant. Every last word she wanted to hear. She knew that she had no one to blame but herself for the amount of disappointment that was in his voice. "You think I want to be mad at you? Emily, you're my friend. You're one the closet friends I've ever had. I've trusted you with my life multiple times and I'd do it again. But I don't know how to forgive or forget that fact that you didn't trust me with your life." He cried, "I don't want to be mad at you. It's exhausting. It's exhausting trying to avoid you while I get my coffee and everyone always popping by to try to convince me

to make peace with you. It's exhausting pretending that I hate you. Because I don't. As I much as I've tried I can't bring myself to do it. But at the same time how can I let go what you did to me?" "I thought about going back on Dilaudid Mil." He let the gravity of what he said fill the air. "I though about it almost every day. I couldn't take it anymore." "Spencer please-" He opened the door. The super short haircut that he had when she left had grown into a little fringe that rested on his forehead. His eyebags still looked the same. But it had been forever since she had seen him comfortable. It brought the tears to her eyes that she didn't think she had. He pulled her off the ground and into an embrace. She let out a deep exhale, "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this." "Actually I think I do." They both laughed. He invited her inside to have tea so they could recover from their sob session. When they went back into work the next day, It wasn't like how it was before, but they were in a better place than they were yesterday. By: Mic

[killuwumi]

A Colder Kind of Love

a/n; aaa Higuchi doesn't exist in this, uhh she vanished bc i couldn't fit her into this short in a meaningful way lolol. anyway first aku fic someone arrest me this is terrible.

Warnings |  a lil ooc Akutagawa, Fem reader? Gender is only really mentioned once I believe but it's not major to the story :)

Akutagawa was no easy man to work with, let alone love. That is why you chose to keep your love for him a secret. It was a well known and accepted fact that Akutagawa had no interest in romance, he was a busy man, and seemingly emotionless too.

Or that's what he wanted everyone to think. The truth is, he did feel things, so deeply in fact that it just couldn't show through to the surface. There were short moments, mere glimpses into the emotions he tried so desperately to shut away. You were always there to see them.

Akutagawa had been your mentor for as long as you've been in the Port Mafia. He hated the idea of having a student, he didn't feel as though he was qualified seeing that he didn't even get approval from his teacher way back then. However, an order is an order and he stood by that.

You had no idea what Mori's intentions were setting you with Akutagawa instead of Chuuya or The Black Lizards. Why of all people him? He only ever made you feel like a burden anyway.

Although he looked at you like you were nothing more than a problem without a solution, you did hold your own on missions. He appreciated that, he didn't want to "carry dead weight". As he often liked to say.

Even though he said all that, every night you would go home and curl up into your bed, hoping that he could one day look at you as something more than a burden.

Much to your surprise as the months rolled by, he did become different around you. It was only when the two of you were alone, he wasn't exactly vulnerable but he didn't put up such a defensive act either. Occasionally you would actually see him be stressed or sad, or moody and annoyed.

It was a whole new side to Akutagawa that he didn't even realize he was revealing at the time. He may be oblivious but he caught on to the small shocked faces you made that you tried to hide when he showed these small emotions, and he always wondered why you did that.

Or why you jumped when he said your name, asked you questions, shoved or grabbed your hand. It got to the point that he couldn't stand it anymore and stormed into his home greeting Gin on the way in and had to ask.

"Why does she act like that around me? What did I do to her?" Gin giggled at the question, since when did her brother care why you did something. But she was slightly wiser on the topic than her naïve brother.

She could tell right away what these reactions he was describing meant, and especially when you got flustered around him. Gin didn't know if she should break the news to her brother or not, but she thought it best to tell him to be gentle around you, and maybe just to ask you instead of her.

He groaned and moved to go to sleep, dealing with emotions was exhausting him, it was no wonder he didn't do it often.

When he stood in front of you in the office the next morning, hands shoved in pockets, looking you straight in the eyes and asking; "Y/N do you have some sort of romantic feelings for me?" With a straight face, you were stunned.

At a loss for words and a stuttering mess you replied with an unsure sounding yes. What in the world is he saying? You knew he was always straightforward and to the point but THIS gave it whole new meaning.

He nodded before turning around and mumbling something about meeting him at the fountain in town at sunset. You were blushing as he walked out of the room and you were left standing just as you were before.

Not sure if he was going to let you down or kill you, or what his motives were but you knew whatever it was you were ready. After months of tossing and turning in your sleep over this man, you wanted to know what he had to say about you finally.

Right after work you rushed out of the office, and went straight to the fountain. It wasn't hard to find, a pretty notable landmark new the PM buildings, but what was even more noticeable than the fountain was a specific black coat.

You slowed for a moment checking your phone for the time, knowing that Akutagawa hated when people were late. Oddly enough you were right on time, meaning that Akutagawa took care to get here earlier.

He turned his head and noticed you staring at him so he waved his hand for you to come closer. As you did you swear you could see a smile cross his face for just a second.

"Y/N, I'm not good with words, so-" He leaned down and pecked you on the lips it was so unexpectedly soft and gentle. As he quickly pulled away you were red and trying to hide your face, but something came over you that you just couldn't control.

You pulled him back down and forced him into a more passionate kiss, you could feel him melt into it, who knew Akutagawa was a good kisser? What a lucky lady for you to have been the one to find out.