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Oh I KNOW Simon would eat up that âI donât think you even know what a bad day isâ trend of TikTok ( hereâs the sound if anyone doesnât know what Iâm talking about https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS65gWwvr/)
#rat#girl he liked picked her supposed brother over him#vampire#gaining the mark of Cain#friends dying left and right (George- Jordan- Julie- Jon)#own mother kicks him out for a bit#loses both his gfs in one day#I know Cassandra was giggling and stuff when she was writing all this like ahhh what can I do to him next#the shadowhunter chronicles#tsc#shadowhunters#cassandra clare#the mortal instruments#tmi#Simon lewis#Simon Lovelace
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I believe the only contraceptive available in the apocalypse is the good ol' pullout method. I think Joel would do fairly okay, but one night maybe he's so into it that he can't pull out on time and ends up cumming inside đ«Łđ«Łđ«Ł
Couldn't stop

Pairing: jackson!Joel Miller gf!reader Summary: Joelâs careful with pulling out, but one night, he canât hold back and finishes inside you, changing everything between you. Warnings: established relationship, explicit sexual content (+18), desperate Joel, unprotected sex, p in v sex, failed pullout
The fire crackles low in the hearth, throwing warm amber light across the room, painting everything in shades of gold and shadow. The bed creaks under Joelâs weight as he leans over you, one arm braced beside your head, the other dragging slow and reverent fingers down your bare side. Outside, Jackson is quiet for once â patrols done for the night, the streets tucked into snowfall and silence. Youâd made it home just after dusk, boots wet, cheeks pink from the chill. And heâd looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered.
Now, youâre beneath him, legs parted around his hips, the heat of his body heavy and grounding against yours. Heâs kissing you like he missed you all damn day â slow and deep, like he needs to memorize the taste of your mouth again, like he needs to remind himself that youâre safe and warm and here, right here, with him. His tongue slides against yours and he groans low, deep in his chest, like just kissing you is enough to undo him.
âJoel,â you whisper, arching your back just enough for your chest to press against his, and his breath stutters against your lips. âPlease.â
He never makes you beg. Doesnât like it, even. He says you never have to â that heâs always gonna give you what you need. And he does. Rough hands that know exactly how to touch you, calloused fingers tracing the shape of your waist, your ribs, the softness of your thighs as he hooks one over his arm and slides forward, guiding himself against your slick heat. Just the thick head of him brushing through your folds, slow, patient, teasing.
âShit, baby,â he mutters, voice raw and cracked at the edges, already losing himself in the feel of you. âSo wet fâme.â
You gasp when he pushes in. Just the tip, then a little more, stretching you open, filling you with slow, aching precision. His forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing heavy, still clothed in the scent of each other â sweat, pine soap, something warm and faintly smoky clinging to his skin.
âGod,â you whisper, nails biting into his back. âYou feel so good, Joel.â
He moves deeper with a groan, thick and slow, bottoming out inch by inch until heâs fully seated inside you. You clutch at him, thighs trembling around his hips, breath catching as he stills to let you adjust. But heâs not patient â not tonight. Thereâs something frayed in him, something wild. You feel it in the way his hips jerk forward a little too hard, in the way his voice catches when he murmurs your name, like heâs not sure if heâs praying or cursing.
âI missed you,â he says, voice a hoarse whisper in the dark. âAll damn day. Think about this every second Iâm gone.â
He pulls out almost entirely before thrusting back in, hard enough to make the bed jolt, and you cry out, clinging to him as he sets a pace thatâs already pushing the edge of control. Every stroke is deep and perfect, hitting just right, and his body is so hot and heavy against yours it feels like youâre drowning in him. Your name leaves his mouth like a plea, like he needs to say it just to stay grounded.
The pullout method. Itâs been the quiet rule between you. The only real option left in this world. And Joel, ever responsible, ever careful, always manages it â always groans low and pulls out at the last moment, finishing messy across your belly, your thighs, your lower back, wherever he can, always with a whispered apology he doesnât need to give.
But tonight â tonight feels different.
Heâs panting against your throat now, fucking you harder, deeper, rougher than he usually lets himself. Thereâs nothing frantic or angry about it â just desperate, raw need. His control is slipping. You feel it.
âJoel,â you gasp, breathless, the pressure building inside you so sharp it borders on unbearable. âYouâfuck, you have to pull outââ
âI know,â he growls, but his hips stutter, and instead of retreating, he sinks even deeper. âI know, baby, I justâI canâtâfuckââ
You feel him twitch, the thick throb of him inside you as his rhythm falters. His whole body seizes above you, arms trembling, forehead pressed tight to your temple as he lets out a sound thatâs somewhere between a groan and a growl, almost pained.
And then you feel it â the heat of it, spilling inside, sudden and deep and thick. Your whole body tightens, pleasure rippling through your core in a blinding wave as you come just from the sheer shock of it â from how deep he is, from the stretch, from the raw, possessive way he gasps your name as he pulses inside you again and again.
He doesnât move. Doesnât speak. Just breathes against your throat, heart pounding like he ran a mile, still buried to the hilt inside you, one big hand curling protectively around the back of your neck.
âI didnât mean to,â he murmurs after a long, quiet moment, voice ragged, guilt-tinged, like itâs some kind of confession. âShit, baby, I was gonna pull out, I swear. Justâfuckâfelt too good. Couldnât stop. CouldnâtâŠâ
You stroke his back slowly, still dazed, your body still fluttering with aftershocks. You feel full in a way you havenât before. Warm, stretched, deeply his.
âI know,â you whisper, pressing your lips to the underside of his jaw. âItâs okay.â
But your voice is soft. Thoughtful. You both know what that means. What it could mean. Thereâs no Plan B here. No backups. Just this.
Joel lifts his head to look at you, eyes dark and still wrecked with the afterglow, but thereâs something else there too â fear. Hope. Love. You donât know which is stronger.
âIâll take care of you,â he says, voice hoarse and trembling, like the words matter more than anything else. âNo matter what happens.â
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give me a reason.
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in which⊠âthe one whereâ lando needs to get his shit together, or lose the love of his lifeâŠ
hi! itâs me! back again with angst, fluff and filth! i needed to get this the hell away from me bc i worked on it so long that it kinda stopped making sense so i fear this isnât my best work oopsie! anyways, thanks for being the best bunch ever and pleaseeeeeee let me know what you think - likes, comments and reblogs are so appreciated and make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside soooo you know what to doâŠ
songs to set the vibes: hoax by t swizzle, no iâm not in love by tate mcrae, come over by noah kahan
warnings: 18+!! minors BEGONE! smut, angst!! but also fluff sooo..! friends to something worse to lovers, lando needs to be shot ngl, lando is so messy, max is yet again a victim, r loves wine a lot, alcohol use, swearing, lando has a bitchy gf (we hate her!) for a bit, r is just a girl, p in v, general sex acts, unprotected sex (sigh)
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youâre perched at the edge of the booth watching. pietra plies you with drinks, knowing full well that itâs the only way youâre gonna make it through the evening. max sits beside her, an arm wrapped loosely around her shoulder as he glares at his best friend at the bar.
âheâs such an idiot.â max sighs, polishing off the rest of his drink in one. he knows heâs about to have his ear talked off about landoâs latest fling.
âsuch an idiot.â p scowls. you just laugh, reach for another shot of vodka.
âwhat do you guys expect?â you sneer, faking a smile as the bitter liquid warms your belly.
âyou guys are meant to be together.â max states. p nods quickly, but pauses.
ânot sure if he even deserves you though, baby.â she coos, squeezing your arm softly. you thank her with watery, bleary eyes.
landoâs on his way back over now, the pretty blonde heâd been chatting up for the last ten minutes tucked under his arm. that shuts you all up, but the cold air blasting out of the dimly lit booth could give lando and his mystery woman fatal hypothermia.
âguys, this is casey.â lando grins toothily, ushering you to move around in the booth so they can sit with you. you end up sat between pietra and casey, smushed uncomfortably into the sticky pleather. lando makes the introductions.
âmy best friend max, his girlfriend pietra, and,â he clears his throat when his eyes fall on you. âand, um, my other friend.â
my other friend.
you didnât think he could reach a new low.
âwow.â you hiccup, wriggling closer to pietra.
âi thought she was your best friend.â pietra narrows her eyes at lando, keeps her voice light and teasing.
casey is beautifully oblivious, sky blue eyes remaining firm on the racing driver at her side. you want to throttle them both.
âcourse. yeah.â he laughs it off awkwardly, before placing all of his attention on his latest conquest. it sounds harsh, sure it does, but you know lando and you know how he operates.
âiâm going. thank you,â you say directly and loudly to max and p, who are shuffling from the seats so you can get out of this prison of couples that youâd been so cruelly trapped in. âfor a nice evening.â
you donât bother to say goodbye to lando.
-
you spend the next morning crying into a cup of coffee, wrapped in three different blankets. deeply, devastatingly hungover.
you spend the afternoon that follows on the phone with max.
âitâll be over in days, hun, donât even worry about it. heâs probably trying to get her out of his place right now and canât even remember her name.â max reassures, and while history would suggest him to be right, something inside of you twists with dread. âi donât know what heâs playing at.â
âyou told me that he⊠you said he liked me, max.â you groan, hot with embarrassment.
âhe did! he does! he thinks you arenât interested so- â
âi donât wanna hear it max. i went to abu dhabi, flew in just to surprise him, to finally fucking tell him, and⊠well you know what happened.â
youâd walked into his hotel room and found him balls deep inside someone else.
needless to say, you werenât convinced that he was as hopelessly, pathetically in love with you as max claimed him to be; as hopelessly, pathetically in love with you as you were with him.
âi know, i know, but he was hurting. doesnât excuse the, uh, emotional warfare, but he doesnât know how you feel.â
âwell, at this rate, max, he never will.â
-
youâre stupid for being excited for the group dinner youâve planned. everyoneâs coming, max and p, martin, some of the boys and some of your girls. and lando. you havenât seen him for a week, not since caseygate, and if youâre being earnest, you donât really want to. at least heâll be alone, you think. he doesnât bring his hookups to group plans.
you think, and god laughs.
heâs the last to arrive, the same blonde with the same striking blue eyes tucked under the same stupid arm. you sink your glass of wine before they even get to the table, leg bouncing frantically against the chair. you swear you see pietras lips recoil into a snarl.
âdid you know he was bringing her?â she hisses quietly to max, looking at you cautiously.
âobviously not!â max defends, nostrils flaring.
âsorry weâre late.â you hear from the head of the table. âeveryone, this is casey.â
-
half an hour later, after having the magical story of their blossoming relationship shoved down your throat, you escape to the bathroom.
youâre fixing your lipgloss when the door swings open. in casey walks, complete with a hair flick and a tacky, expensive handbag.
âoh, i didnât even realise you were here tonight.â she speaks, sickeningly false. âi thought iâd notice such a good friend of landoâs.â
you suck in a breath.
âi wouldnât get too used to little old me.â you shrug, meeting her condescending grin with a better, badder one. âor lando, quite frankly. heâll get bored soon.â
you leave her in the dust, only letting yourself shake with rage when you know she canât see you. you bypass the table completely, shoot p a quick text that says youâre going home, and wait for the maĂźtre d' to hand you your coat. you wait outside the restaurant for your uber, glance back to see if anyone had even noticed youâd gone. by anyone, you mean one person, and one person only.
landoâs looking around the table, something vacant in his eyes. itâs perhaps the first time youâve properly looked at him all night. thereâs something withered and haunted in his eyes, even from so far away you can see it. he seems to be searching for something, something that he canât place. someone.
you see that same tired face in your dreams that night, joined by a pretentious, condescending smile, taunting you while you toss and turn.
-
casey becomes such a constant that youâre shocked that lando eventually comes to a party without her. itâs pietraâs birthday, and max is throwing her a party at their apartment.
youâre there early to help max set up when lando walks in, better rested than the last time youâd seen him. heâs wearing a loose white button up and light wash jeans that sit just right, curls a crown atop his head.
âno casey?â max asks subtlety as him and lando hug. you make no move to greet him.
ânah, she had other plans.â he scratches his nose as he says it, and you know itâs a lie. itâs been his tell as long as youâve known him.
max stares awkwardly between you both, gesturing his head wildly towards you when he knows youâre not looking. lando shrugs, frantic silent conversation transpiring between them until you turn around.
âfuck, forgot candles. silly me! be back in ten.â max doesnât give you a chance to breathe before heâs darting out the door, jacket slung over his arm. you glare as he disappears out the door.
âyou gonna talk to me?â lando questions, hands shoved deep in his pockets. he tries to sound light, nonchalant but it just comes off standoffish, an awkward reminder of just how much distance there is between you now, and how much there has been since he made it his personal mission to sleep with every woman he laid eyes on. except you.
âdepends.â you reply flatly.
âon?â you can hear his footsteps against the hardwood floor, inching closer and closer. your hands shake as you untangle the balloons, pouring them out of the packet onto the table. you feel the heat of him before you see him, closing in on you. itâs been so long since youâve been this close to him that you can anticipate each movement before he even makes it, your senses ultra heightened.
your breath shakes.
âon?â he presses, aware of just how stubborn you can be. âwhatâs going on with you?â
ânothing, lando. tired, busy, the usual. nothing crazy.â you attempt to shrug him off, but apparently heâs not done with you.
âthen why canât you look at me? did i do something?â he chokes out a laugh, a revelation of how uncomfortable he is.
you brave the sight of him, turning slowly until youâre face to face. he looks beautiful, freshly shaved, curls tamed back but not enough to stop them from hanging over his forehead to frame his face. just the way you like them.
âsee? nothing wrong.â you smile tightly, wondering if he can see the effort it takes to make your face move for him, if he can see the tension coursing through your veins like electricity. he seems to scan your face, taking his time, before he sighs, hums like heâs finally satisfied.
âso youâve been busy?â lando asks, trying to revert to your status quo, but you canât bare the agony of pretending. âhardly seen you since, uh, abu dhabi.â
âyep.â you quip, disappear into the kitchen just as you hear maxâs keys in the front door.
-
a few hours later everyoneâs had too much to drink, and the party is in full swing. landoâs persisted more than you thought heâd bother to, and youâve managed to exchange sentences made up of more than three words apiece. youâve left your circle to get a drink, about to slip into the kitchen, but hushed whispers stop you from entering.
your blood runs cold when you realise that one set of frantic whispers belong to lando, the other to max. you feel that you should leave, come back when itâs all clear but something tugs on your heartstrings and ties you to the threshold of the room. maybe itâs the possibility for closure, or worse, hope.
âmate you called me basically crying, telling me how in love with her you are, and when she gets there, youâre fucking someone else! what the fuck do you want from her, man?â max spits.
âhow the fuck was i supposed to know she was gonna show up?â lando retorts, an edge of desperation in his voice.
âthe real question is: why would you sleep with someone if you feel that way about her? why are you fucking around? why are you with casey?â
âbecause i was hurt, max! sheâs been going on all these dates, talking about guys sheâs seeing and, what, iâm supposed to put my life on hold waiting for her to love me back? i canât do it anymore. i canât.â landoâs voice cracks at the end and you lean into the wall, unable to feel your legs.
âyou could have told her, you idiot.â max is having none of the pity party, it seems, finally ready to knock some sense into your mutual best friend.
âand ruin everything? she clearly didnât want to be with me.â lando argues. max sighs.
âif you actually think that, then youâre a lost cause, mate.â you hear what you assume is. sympathetic slap on the back.
âiâm doing fine with casey, iâm finally getting somewhere. jesus, i havenât even slept with her yet.â lando whines. your heart stops on the other side of the door.
âso, itâs serious then? you and casey?â max asks, skeptical.
âit could be.â lando admits.
you put yourself out of your misery, loudly opening the door to the kitchen. you act aloof, surprised to see them, but the crease in your forehead is all max needs to see. he knows you heard at least some of it. fifteen years of friendship with him means he can read you like a book. fifteen years of friendship with lando has done nothing but break your heart.
âsorry, guys, didnât know you were in here.â you feign nonchalance. âjust need a drink.â you slide past lando, watching the way his back ripples with tension at the slight brush of your body against his. you let out a deflated breath, wrapping your hand around a cold can of god knows what. all you know is you need a drink, and you need to get out of this fucking kitchen.
you find pietra on the makeshift dance floor, join her and your friends to spin and twirl and forget about the man whoâs stood in the corner doing nothing but watch you.
-
a week passes. landoâs wine drunk. youâre laying across one of his sofas, sharing with him, and max and p sit on the other sofa. youâre all giggling about nothing in particular, latest gossip, old anecdotes, random shit that no oneâs sober enough to not laugh at. it feels like balance is being slowly restored, like the good old days before it all went sour.
âstill canât believe you did a whole lap of the ski lodge naked.â you tease lando, smirking at him from your end of the sofa. you nudge his thigh with your foot, and he grabs your ankle, thumbing over the sensitive skin.
âa dare is a dare.â he replies, grinning back at you, his gaze lingering even when max interjects.
âagain, mate, no one fucking dared you to do that.â max shouts, and you all descend into laughter again.
âi did not need to see some of the things i saw that night.â p grimaces playfully, and you canât help but flush at the memory of landoâs bare ass disappearing into the snow.
âagreed.â you say, drawing landoâs eyes back onto you.
âyou know you loved it.â he raises an eyebrow at you, and you stare bashfully into the wine glass in your hand. you feel his hand squeeze, nails ghosting above your ankle, making you shiver.
âgot an early morning tomorrow, fuck.â max groans. âbetter get going.â
you hug him and p goodbye, graciously offering to help lando tidy up a little as the couple leaves the driverâs london apartment for their own.
youâre carrying empty glasses into the kitchen when you spot it, and it stops you dead in your tracks. the same handbag that casey had carried into that bathroom all those weeks ago. your skin tingles, a phantom touch making you burn.
âso you and, uh, casey are getting serious, huh?â you mumble, finally making it into the open plan kitchen.
lando stands on the opposite side of the marble counter, a tea towel slung over his shoulder, disgustingly domestic.
for her, though. never for you.
ânot sure.â he responds flippantly.
âmust be, canât remember the last time you kept a girl around this long.â your attempt at a joke falls flat, even though heâs still tipsy, flushed with alcohol.
âsâthat supposed to mean?â lando asks, boyish and defensive.
ânothing, just⊠you havenât really seemed in a relationship-y place.â you remark, trying to appear casual as you place the glasses on the countertop.
âi wasnât but i realised i needed to get my shit together. havenât even-â he starts, but cuts himself off abruptly.
âhavenât what?â you press, finding a cloth to wipe the marble clean.
âdonât wanna make things weird by telling you that kinda stuff.â
âlando, you called me when you lost your virginity and couldnât find your way out of her apartment building. commando. you can tell me.â you deadpan.
as much as you could do without a play by play of his newfound relationship and changed ways, heâs your friend first, and he seems like he needs a shoulder. it would be careless, cruel, even, to deny him of that.
âwell, we havenât, uh, you know.â he looks at you intensely.
âoh. still?â
lando looks at you strangely, wondering what on earth you mean by that, but you swoop in with a get out of jail card that stops him from figuring out youâd eavesdropped.
âi mean, havenât you guys been together for like a month?â you continue.
âyeah but i guess i figured i should take it slower, deviate from my, uh, usual way.â he admits, scratching his neck.
âoh, thatâs⊠nice.â
ânot according to casey.â he mutters, slinging the tea towel across the counter, frustrated.
âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â you enquire, avoiding eye contact.
âi donât know, sheâs just⊠she wants it and, fuck, i was trying to be a good fucking guy for once.â lando sighs, disheartened. his eyes are trained on you but you canât meet his gaze, it would destroy you. âi spent so much time unhappy, wanting something i canât have, so now i just⊠what would,â he inhales sharply, centring himself. âwhat would you want?â
âhuh?â you squeak, daring to look at him. the room fades away in the intensity of his stare, his eyes boring into yours. the counter that separates you grounds you, stops you from dropping to your knees and begging him to love you.
âwhat would you want? how would you want that to be, your first time with someone?â
you stop breathing, curling your fingers around the cool marble.
âi⊠i donât know.â you whisper.
âsorry, i knew this would be weird.â he rushes out.
âno, itâs not! well, yeah it is, but,â you inhale deeply. âif it were me, i guess iâd want you to⊠catch me off guard.â you murmur, leaning against the counter, the swirled marble cool against the bare sliver of skin that your ridden up t shirt exposes. âyou know, with a really good kiss - soft at first, but the kind that⊠as it gets deeper, you know something so good is about to happen.â
lando stares at you, mouth hanging open as you speak softly, so earnestly, into the empty space between you. it seems like a million miles keeps you apart, and his eyes go wild, hungry, like he wants to crawl over the surface and pin you to it as he hangs on to your every word.
âi donât really know,â you continue, trying to brush it all off, pretend that your entire body isnât on fire, like youâre not itching for something that cannot be scratched. âbut i suppose youâd pull me close, so iâm pressed up against you, and then it would get kind of sweaty, blurry⊠and then itâs just happening.â
lando seems to be bracing himself, holding position, a tension running through his body that wasnât there before. heâs flushed, and if you squint, thereâs a bead of sweat slowly dripping down his forehead, giving him away. your nails dig into your palms, a reboot to your system, and you shuffle backwards awkwardly, recoiling from the counter that keeps you from him.
âokay. uh, okay.â he whispers, nodding rapidly. âiâll keep that it mind.â
âiâll put the glasses away in the dining room.â you tell him hurriedly, grabbing the stems and hurtling out of the kitchen. when you reach his dining room, where the air seems to be much thinner, normal, you exhale shakily and book an uber.
âthought you would stay here.â lando strains when you tell him, watching you shrug your coat on.
âcanât tonight.â you reply, clipped.
âcan we⊠can we get dinner this week maybe? just us?â lando pleads, doesnât even try to hide the desperation in his voice.
âlando⊠i donât think thatâs a good idea.â you finally give up the ghost, looking him right in the eyes.
âwhy not?â
âyou know why.â
he breathes your name, takes a step closer to you as you take a step back.
âno, i really donât. why have you been so distant? i know what you saw in abu dhabi was weird but-â
âdo you know why it was weird, lando? do you know how that made me feel?â
âno, because you havenât said anything. tonight was the first night in months that youâve seemed okay and now youâre being off again.â
âimagine finally thinking that the guy youâre in love with finally feels the same, only to walk in on him fucking some random person.â you bellow, tears slipping over your waterline. you breathe heavily, the admission taking tons off of your shoulders.
âwhat?â he gasps, jaw going slack.
âforget it.â you mumble, backing away towards the door. you canât believe the relief you feel, exhausted from the pretending. you canât even bring yourself to care about the repercussions.
âno, i- what the fuck did you just say?â landoâs eyebrows are drawn together tight, confused.
âyou heard me.â your words are hushed, shy, laced with a tremble that makes his chest ache.
âi didnât know.â is all he can say, staring at you with a desperation that makes you want to stay. you know better.
âit doesnât matter now. you said yourself, you wanna be happy with her. so do it, go be happy with her.â you tell him, your lack of malice astounding.
âwhy canât you fight for us?â he whispers, finally dares to go there.
âi did. abu dhabi. that was me fighting for you.â you scoff at his audacity. âwhy canât you fight for us?â
âi didnât know.â he repeats, voice going up an octave with annoyance. âimagine watching the girl youâve been in love with for years go on dates, listen to her talk about the guys sheâs seeing.â he hits back.
âmaybe weâve both made mistakes, lando, but i tried to put myself out there and got hurt. why would i do that to myself again?â you retort, crossing your arms over your chest protectively. your heart pounds in your chest, flustered at his admission, as much as you try and hide it from him. it hits different to hear him say it to your face; it didnât cut as deep when youâd heard it lingering outside maxâs kitchen.
âif i thought for a second that you felt how i felt - how i still feel - none of this would have happened, abu dhabi, casey, none of it.â
âbut now youâre with her and, great, thatâs fine, iâm just not sure how to be your friend right now.â
âno, no, weâre not throwing that away. even if we canât be together,â you both visibly deflate at the word. âi know itâs so fucking selfish but i canât lose you like that too.â
âgive me a reason, lando. because right now? youâve already lost me.â
when you get into the uber, youâre sobbing, and youâre sure the poor man that had the misfortune of picking you up understands when he turns the radio up - taylor swift is playing - and smiles at you sadly.
-
heâs spinning aimlessly in his gaming chair when max finds him.
âwhat the actual fuck is wrong with you?â is all max has to say, looming in the doorway to landoâs office.
âwhat happened to a simple âhelloâ?â lando grumbles.
âyouâll get a simple hello when you stop being a dick.â max replies, matter of fact.
lando laughs bitterly in response.
âjust tell me one thing. one thing that makes no fucking sense to me. why are you still with casey?â
âi donât know if i ever really was.â lando observes, eyes vacant and tired. âshe was a distraction and iâm an asshole.â
âwell, at least you know.â max mutters under his breath. lando canât even muster a glare his best friends way.
âi ended it about an hour ago.â lando starts. âshe told me that she was gonna go public, call me a cheater, say that i used her as a pawn. donât even get me started on what she was gonna say aboutâŠâ lando trails off, canât even say your name. he feels like he doesnât deserve to.
âfuck.â max sighs, finally walking into the room. he takes a seat on the small sofa. âwhat are you gonna do?â
âspoke to my team. theyâll deal with her. told me that they all deserve a pay rise and i donât disagree.â
âand what aboutâŠâ max echos his friend, trailing off. he leans forward with anticipation.
âi donât know, man. i love her but i know i donât deserve her, not after all this. she deserves to be happy and all i seem to do is make her miserable.â
âmate, she wasnât miserable because you were just friends. she was miserable because you were ignoring her, choosing randoms over her. you know that, right?â max says, finally something resembling gentle in his tone.
âif i couldnât even be a good friend, how the fuck am i gonna be a good boyfriend?â
âfigure it out, you knob. all this feeling sorry for yourself isnât working out. be honest with her for once, tell her how you feel. itâs not rocket science, lando. she loves you more than you deserve, so pull yourself together and fucking show her that she is everything to you.â
-
the next week is spent working far too hard and sleeping far too little.
you donât hear from him, and he doesnât hear from you, but itâs how it should be. if thereâs no distance, youâd have a whole set of problems on your hands, forced on you by a can of worms that needed to stay sealed. itâs better this way, you relentlessly tell yourself.
max and p bring you dinner the night things change.
âyou sure i canât convince you to come work at quadrant?â max prods, taking in the ridiculous amount of papers and spreadsheets that have taken over your living room. âwouldnât be as intense as this.â
âfor so many reasons: no.â you shoot him a look, one that says leave it alone. he nods, gets the hint, and drops onto the scrap of sofa that isnât covered in paperwork.
âyouâve been sleeping though, yes?â pietra asks, eyebrows raised with concern. she knows how you get.
you hum in acknowledgment, avoiding eye contact as you plate the food theyâve brought. p sighs.
âhave you spoken to him?â max finally asks, and you know itâs taken everything in him to not ask, in the short five minutes heâs been in your flat.
âmax!â pietra hisses, and he raises his hands in surrender.
âcâmon, you knew iâd have to ask, especially considering heâs been a little bitch all week.â max defends.
âi havenât. told him i needed space.â you shrug.
âhowâs that working out for you?â max gestures to the mess that engulfs the room, swallows it whole. again, you shrug.
âfine.â you stress, digging in to the chinese food. max scoffs and you snort with a mouthful of noodles when pietra glares at him.
âwell, heâs miserable, and youâre behaving like someone whoâs gonna end up on a true crime documentary, so sue me for asking.â he scolds sarcastically.
âokay, you want the tea?â you roll your eyes. âhe told me they hadnât had sex. i gave him advice - against the better judgment of literally anyone ever, by the way - tried to leave and he fucking ambushed me. wanted to have dinner with me, as if he hasnât been pushing me away for months, and then had the fucking audacity, max, to ask me why i wonât fight for us, for him - oh! and he still has a girlfriend! so, you know what, you got me, iâm not doing so great but,â you choke out a laugh, opening the box of prawn toast. âtoo fucking bad.â
âi promise you, this will pass and casey will be gone and then-â
âand then me and lando can go back to pretending and avoiding and hurting each other. canât wait.â
max shakes his head in defeat, knows he has to let lando fix this himself. he has no chance of winning this one with you.
âeat your noodles.â is all he has left. pietra disappears into your kitchen, and returns with a bottle of wine.
you eat together, put on netflix, slumped into the sofa as you try and relax. youâre halfway through your first drink when your phone buzzes. assuming itâs your overbearing boss, who apparently doesnât sleep either, you pick it up and quickly wish you hadnât.
lando: can you come over
like now
if you can
please. please please please please
we broke up.
âholy shit.â
you sit up suddenly, scan the room for your bag and a jacket. you donât care that youâre in old sweats, you just feel the need to move, to get to him before common sense kicks in.
âyou good?â max asks.
âuh, i need to go, like right now. stay and finish the wine if you want, but i just need to go to-â
âlando?â max and p ask simultaneously, and you burn with embarrassment.
âi canât even try and lie to you right now. is this pathetic?â you question.
âno! go!â max shouts, exasperated, standing to usher you out of your own apartment.
-
twenty minutes later, you knock on his door.
when it opens, heâs disheveled in a way that makes you hug him immediately, his touch disturbingly foreign, and you feel him sink into your hold. he pulls you inside, kicks the door shut, and doesnât let you go.
âsofa?â you murmur into his hoodie. you feel him nod, and you part, pad towards the lounge as you shrug off your jacket.
âhi.â he says tiredly, as soon as youâre both sat.
âhey.â you coo back. your eyebrows are drawn together as you take him in, concern woven through your features. âsorry about casey.â lando scoffs.
âdonât be, donât even know what i was thinking.â
âwell, neither do i,â you retort. âbut iâm still sorry. did it happen just before you texted?â you ask.
âno, a week ago.â
âa week ago?â you gasp. âbut that would meanâŠâ
âyeah. right after you left here. asked her to come over and ended it. she told me she was gonna go to the media with a whole load of shit, so iâve been sorting things out.â
âiâm so sorry.â you whisper.
lando laughs.
âyouâre sorry? god, youâre way too fucking good for me.â he scoffs, bitter with self deprecation. âi canât believe you even came, to be honest.â
âcourse i came. i might be angry at you, but you- you wanted me to, soâŠâ
âi donât even know where to start. iâm just so sorry about the last few months. i thought i was losing you and it drove me insane, but i should have never, ever taken my shit out on you.â
âwhat do you mean? losing me?â
âthe dates, the guys. god, it was awful of me but it killed me.â
âthat was only because i didnât think i had a chance.â
âwell, if it makes you feel any better, i didnât think i had a chance either.â he laughs. âso what you said about abu dhabi⊠was that why you came? to tell me?â
âyeah, kinda. after some⊠encouragement from a mutual friend, i was gonna tell you that i wanted us to be more.â
lando shifts closer, your thighs pressing together. you can feel his body heat, so warm and inviting, drawing you closer.
âmore.â lando repeats, tasting it on his tongue, the weight of everything heâs ever wanted since he was sixteen and fell in love for the first time.
âyeah, and then it seemed like you didnât want that.â
âyou must know by now that i also want more.â he murmurs, fingertips brushing your forearm. you keen into the barely there touch that traces over your skin.
âiâd say thatâs been implied, yeah.â you joke, searching his eyes. theyâre hooded, swirling with an intensity that you never thought youâd experience with another person. âum, i heard you and max. the night of pietraâs birthday.â you admit.
âfuck,â he sighs, shoulders sagging. âiâm so sorry, i swear, i never meant to put you through any of this. âm so, so sorry.â
âi know you are.â you whisper, loaded with a sincerity that only you could give him. âbut you can never, ever treat me like this lando. i mean it.â
âi need you to know that i never meant to hurt you.â he swallows down a lump in his throat, voice wobbling just enough for you to notice.
âi do, lando.â you grab his hand, squeeze it tight.
âwhat do you want from me now? anything you want, i promise - iâm yours.â
âi want us to try, to see where this goes. i think we owe it to ourselves to see.â
âi never thought iâd ever get a chance with you.â lando laughs softly, the hand on your arm travelling to ghost over your cheek.
âwhy?â
âbecause i donât think thereâs anyone on this planet thatâs good enough for you.â he confesses, leaning in until your foreheads touch.
âi donât think thatâs true, at least not where youâre concerned.â you breathe.
âhow are you real?â itâs barely a whisper, barely audible, but it hits your ears like an alarm.
âdonât go all existential on me now.â
âthen what should i do?â
âkiss me.â
âdoesnât that go against your whole âcatch me off guardâ philosophy?â he murmurs, one hand reaching up to cup your jaw. your foreheads are still pressed together, eyes roaming each others.
âyouâll have plenty of time to surprise me.â you whisper.
you take a second to admire one another, the proximity mingling your warm breaths. when your lips finally brush, itâs slow, tentative, silent exploration. he tilts your head so that he can kiss you deeper, fingers sliding from your cheek into your hair. you emit a quiet moan, open up for him so he can taste you, and the feeling of him licking into your mouth sends your mind utterly blank.
heâs all consuming, totally intoxicating, a fresh blend of mint and something so blatantly lando that you feel like youâre floating. you find his neck, threading your fingers through the short strands at the nape of his neck. you hear something from deep in his chest, feel the vibrations of the low rumble as he presses you even closer to him.
when you inevitably break apart for air, he looks dazed, grinning like a fool as he smoothes his hand through the loose strands of your hair that fall around your face.
âiâm sorry that took so long.â lando hums, leaning in to peck your lips again. you canât help but smile into it, in a daze of your own.
âme too.â you manage between smiling dopily up at him.
âyouâre so beautiful.â he coos, still entranced. âyou wanna stay here tonight?â
you hesitate for a second. he notices, interlacing your fingers with his.
âfor the record, um, she never did. i couldnât have her that close.â he mumbles, looking down at your hands guiltily.
âwhy?â
âdidnât feel right. she wasnât,â he inhales shakily and meets your gaze again, piercing you with hazy blue hues. âshe wasnât you. i think thatâs the real reason that i couldnât⊠you know, with her.â
âiâll stay.â you whisper, nodding softly. itâs all you can formulate as a response.
âi can make up the guest room.â he says wearily, posing it as more of a question than a statement, putting out the feelers. you scowl, eyes sparkling with a mischievous danger that leaves landoâs mouth bone dry.
âdonât bother.â
-
the grey linen of his bed sheets are soft against your skin as you sink into his mattress, watching intently as he pads around his room. you can smell him everywhere, a tangy, fresh musk that you want to bottle up and keep forever. lando glows in the dim, warm light of his bedroom and you feel a pang of regret that itâs taken this long to get here, muddled with a sense of relief that finally, youâve made it.
ââm gonna take a quick shower, okay? make yourself comfortable.â lando says, pauses for a second to take in the sight of you in his bed.
âokay.â you smile softly, eyes heavy with sleep as you relax further into the cushions. you hear the water running, white noise that allows your thoughts to run wild. the slide of the shower door grabs your attention and you think of him under the spray of water, bronze skin damp, hair slicked back.
when will it be your turn to see him like that, you wonder, musings of him pressed against you, bare and firm, flitting through your wandering mind. you realise, then, that you have him; heâs yours. why delay the inevitable?
slowly, you rise from the mattress, breathing shakily as your shirt comes off. your sweats follow, a trail of your clothes leading to the en-suite door. you can hear him humming to himself, the echo barrelling through your shaking body. youâre frantic with tension, a tinge of embarrassment, but then you consider his beautiful words, his confessions of love, and banish the feeling of shame that threatens to ruin you before youâve even started. you unhook your bra, shimmy out of your panties, and grip the door handle. it turns slowly, steam spilling out of the room immediately, yet you shiver with anticipation.
âroom for one more?â you call, and he jumps, turning suddenly.
you canât make him out clearly, the fog painted across the shower door concealing his lean frame, and it draws you in closer, anticipation swirling in your belly.
he responds by sliding the door open, and you join him under the hot water. his eyes stay firmly on yours, body opening up to invite you in, hold you close as the spray hits you. the heat loosens your muscles, and you sink into him.
âfuck.â you hear him whisper, more to himself than to you.
âhi.â you breathe.
âam i dreaming?â lando blinks, a slow smile spreading across his face as he not so subtlety rakes his eyes over your frame.
âno,â you purr. âiâm real. this is real.â
his hands find your waist and you loop your arms around his neck, the kiss he pulls you into heated with a slow burning passion that makes you ache.
âyouâre so pretty.â he pants into your mouth, firm and desperate - so sincere that it shakes you to your core.
âyouâre perfect.â you choke out, mesmerised, alight in his thick hands.
âlet me show you,â he starts, pauses briefly to kiss you. âwanna worship you.â
his words make you chase him for a kiss that doesnât come. instead, he turns you to face away from him, your back to his front. you feel the cool spread of shower gel against your back, calloused hands working it into your skin gently. your hair, heavy with water, is pushed over your shoulder and you turn your head just enough to find his lips. your mouths move with intent as he works the soap down your back and over your waist. it tickles and you keen into him, enough that he holds you tighter, angles your hips away from his.
âcareful, baby.â he warns lowly, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear.
âdonât wanna be careful.â you half moan, but he grips your hips even harder.
ânot tonight, yeah? let me look after you. need you to know that iâm serious about this.â lando pants, his self restraint thin as it hits your ears. you smirk.
âyou back on your âgood guyâ bullshit?â you tease, throwing him a look over your shoulder. you catch sight of his lip caught between his teeth, wet curls matted against his forehead, and a wave of pure need washes over your body.
âfor you? fuck yeah.â he manages, crouches down to lather soap down your legs. his hands roam your inner thighs, dangerously, painfully close to where you really need him to touch you, and you groan defeatedly.
âyouâre horrible.â you sigh when heâs back to his full height, facing you once more. he flashes you a cheeky smile, fingertips smoothing over your arms.
âwanna get this right.â he shrugs.
âwe could get it right - right here, right now.â you pout.
âpatience.â lando cautions, rubbing over your sternum. he grazes over the underside of your breasts, daring to go even higher. you let out a broken sigh, shuddering at his incessant attention.
âasshole.â
âwe already knew that about me, baby.â he winks. he maintains eye contact as he cups your breasts, massages them just enough to leave you wanting. his touch vanishes, then, and the elastic band of tension seems to snap. ârinse off, iâll leave a towel for you.â
just like that, heâs gone.
-
you stretch like a cat across the mattress, the low sun sending the early light streaming through a devastating crack in the curtains. it leaves you disoriented - the sun never hits your own bedroom like that.
quickly, you remember youâre not in your own bed, partly because of the heavy arm that sprawls over your tired body, pinning you to the mattress. his breath hits your bare shoulder in heavy puffs that warm your skin, leaving your tingling as your curl further into the curve of his body. your movements nudge his head into the crook of your neck, his nose bumping the sensitive skin there and he stirs slightly, puckers his lips into a gentle kiss at the base of your throat.
you roll over, his arm weighing heavy against the curve of your waist the whole time. when youâre face to face, his eyes are still closed, unfairly long eyelashes dusting his cheekbones, but a smile is painted languidly across his lips. he looks so soft, boyish, perfectly unreal that you snuggle closer to him.
âgo back to sleep.â he groans, hardly opening his mouth as if itâs too much work in his cosy state.
ânot tired anymore.â you whisper into the slight space still left between you. your lips find his jaw, trailing across it until you find a sensitive spot just below his ear. he shivers, but he still doesnât open his eyes. you smirk, tracing your tongue carefully over the definition of his jawline. you suck, bite down gently.
âreally?â he murmurs, still smiling like a fool, only intensified by your movements. you hum in response.
âgo back to sleep, baby.â you coo, sealing the hickey youâve left with a delicate kiss, one that contradicts the harsh mark youâve left.
âdrives me insane hearing you call me that.â he sighs, almost pained. the newfound friction against your thigh explains why.
âdoes it, baby?â you murmur, right in his ear.
âroll over, honey. get comfortable for me.â is all he says in return. electricity shoots down your spine as you oblige, resuming your previous position.
âthatâs it, câmere.â lando rasps, sliding impossibly closer. you can feel the full length of his body pressed against yours, heat seeping from his bronze skin onto yours. your eyes flutter shut, a delicious buzz coursing through you as the anticipation grows.
you can feel where heâs hard, solid against the curve of your ass and you keen into him, arched into his front as much as you possibly can be. your thighs clench together, liquid heat pooling between them. your mouth hangs open as his hand grazes the outside of your thigh, smoothing over the thickness of them before he pulls them apart. his hand slots between them - a perfect fit - and he wastes no time grazing his knuckles over the damp cloth of your panties.
âlando.â you sigh, utterly content. itâs been a long time coming, but it already seems like it was worth the wait.
âyouâre so wet for me already. you want me?â lando growls against the shell shell of your ear.
âtouch me, baby.â you plead, pressing your ass harder against him. he hisses, thumbs hard at your clit in response.
you mewl, squeezing your thighs around his hand but he forces them apart, his arm tensing as he does. you grip it hard, nails digging into his forearm but he doesnât relent. he rubs firm circles into the bundle of nerves over your panties, fingers dipping down to press into the wet patch quickly pooling in the lace.
âtake them off.â you urge.
he quickly complies, fingertips grazing your hips as he slides the material off of your frame. as one hand settles back between your thighs, two deft fingers pinching your clit, his other snakes under the old mclaren t-shirt heâd leant you. he traces the pudges of your belly, scaling up, up, up, tickling across your ribs until he caresses the curve of your breast, his whole hand engulfing it. he plucks a nipple between his fingers at the same time he slides a digit between your folds, spreading your wetness around.
âfeeling good for me, honey? do you know how sexy you are for me, making a mess, wearing my shirt?â lando muses, dangerously low. his voice is strained, a side affect of the hold your have on him, of how entranced he is by the way you writhe against him.
âso good.â you choke, rolling your hips to meet his hand. âneed more.â
âmore? is my girl greedy?â he taunts, circling your entrance with the tip of his finger.
âplease?â youâre not above begging him. it does the trick.
you both moan at the way he stretches you around one finger, the single digit sliding deep. he grinds it into you, palm nudging against your clit with every move he makes. one finger becomes two and you gasp out his name, your hand finding his under the shirt, holding it to your chest. he squeezes your flesh, tweaking at your nipple until itâs hard between his fingers and your ass is grinding faster into his crotch. when he moves on to your other breast, you choke out a moan that tears through the both of you, the tension so thick in the room that itâs stifling.
âcâmon baby, i need you inside of me.â you beg, your voice a pathetic garbled whine, one that makes him falter and suck in a harsh breath.
ânot sure you can take it, pretty girl. so tight just around my fingers.â lando challenges, slowing his fingers so that you can hear exactly what heâs doing to you. he curls them with every thrust, reaching a spot that temporarily leaves you blinded in the throes of his searing touch. âyouâre gonna cum for me like this first, yeah? and then weâll see if you can take me.â
âcanât- lando please just-â
he shushes you.
âyouâre gonna let me give it to you, honey. youâre gonna take it all, because youâre a good girl, right?â his voice is so condescending, so commanding that it makes you throb around him, his fingers flexing harder and faster as he senses your lurking orgasm. âthatâs it, honey, i can feel you. come on.â he urges.
your body spasms hard against his as it hits, any semblance of sleep shaken out of you as you fall apart. he holds you close, rides you through it - palm flat on your overstimulated clit while his fingers gently coax you over the edge. heâs hitting every spot, toying with every piece of you he can get his hands on. the hand alternating between your tits roams up to your neck squeezing briefly, just to tease, before he cups your jaw, turning your head enough so he can capture your lips in a feral kiss. itâs needy, full of greed as he swallows your cries of pleasure, keeps them all for himself.
when you go limp against him, the coils of tension finally loosening, he slips his fingers out slowly. youâre panting against his chest, descending back to reality, when you hear the telltale hum, a soft pop - heâs sucking his fingers clean.
âtaste so fucking good.â he finally speaks, slick fingers pushing your shirt up your body and you manoeuvre it over your head. itâs tossed away, lost to the shadowy room.
âlando,â you hum. âiâm ready.â
itâs a plea that he canât ignore, the duvet rustling around you. you feel him kick off his boxers and then heâs pressing his cock against the curve of your ass once more. its big, leaking already, and your mind goes completely and utterly blank.
âyou feel so good against me.â he notes, dazed at the sensation of your bare flesh warm against his. âyou sure?â he mumbles, pressing a firm kiss against the base of your neck, his hands working to reposition your legs so that he can slip into you.
ânever been more sure in my life.â you promise, tingling with the anticipation.
heâs so close that you can feel the pulsing heat of him between your parted thighs. the head of him nudges over your clit and he drags himself up and down, coating his cock with your wetness. youâre frustrated - ready to flip the two of you over, fuck yourself full, but he beats you to it. the stretch of him makes you gasp, knuckles white as you grip the soft bedding. when his hips meet yours, he pauses, teeth sinking into your shoulder, utterly overwhelmed. youâre not doing much better, one hand snaking up behind you to find his curls, tugging softly on the messy strands. he likes it, groaning into the marks heâs leaving on your shoulder, lips trailing messily up your neck.
the sunlight streams harshly through the crack in the curtain, momentarily blinding you. it leaves you with only the feeling of him, a golden haze invading your other senses. heâs gripping your hip so hard that youâre certain that youâll be able to map out each of his fingerprints after.
âcan i move?â he rasps, punctuating his request with a delicate kiss just below your ear. you shiver, clenching around him tight, and he bucks into you inadvertently. it sends sparks shooting up and down your spine, an electric wave of pleasure that has your eyes fluttering shut.
âyou better.â you implore.
âyouâre fucking perfect around me.â he grunts, beginning to build a rhythm. itâs one that leaves you both breathless, brainless, unable to utter anything besides the relentless chants of each-others names, the needy wanton moans that neither of you can hide.
landoâs hands are everywhere, your hips, your ass, wrapped around your sternum to pull you back into him, plunging himself even deeper into you. you claw blindly at any part of him you can reach, braindead from the way heâs fucking you. you and him are like a tidal wave, surging closer and closer to shore after years of dormancy, of an aching, crushing build up. now, as it peaks, it could destroy you, wash you away and leaves you nothing. you know he wonât. you know by the way heâs holding you, by the soft whimpers he lets you hear, by the way he makes you feel more alive than you have in months.
âiâm so close.â your voice quivers, pleasure bleeding into the edges of your words.
âiâm gonna get you there, pretty girl. youâre so good for me.â he promises, one hand slipping between your thighs. he finds your clit, plays with it between his fingers. messy swirls combined with precise flicks make you shake âi can feel you, honey. can feel you holding back. let it all out for me.â
he sounds wrecked, like heâll die if he canât feel you let go around him. you feel the start of your orgasm crawling from the tips of your toes, up your legs, and into the fire pit of your belly.
âthatâs it, give it to me.â lando whispers, his voice so far away, even though heâs right there, talking you through it with his lips pressing the shell of your ear.
âi love you, lando.â
with that, you shatter into a million pieces, convulsing around him, against him, trying to get impossibly closer to him as you simultaneously try and squirm away. he holds you close, barrelling into you with fast, deep rolls of his hips. each thrust taps into your special spot, stars clouding your vision, his name the only word on your lips, the only word that has ever existed.
âwhere do you want it?â he asks quickly, urgently anticipating his own end.
âinside of me.â you pant, delirious, but heâs not in the space to do any critical thinking - you love him! - so he takes your words at face value.
a guttural groan hits your ears like a sonic boom, his body tight and firm against your sweat slick back. he squeezes you tight as he fills you up, submitting totally to the heat of your core, to the intoxicating way you draw him in.
âi love you, too.â he mumbles into your shoulder, kisses the words into your flushed skin. âi always have.â
he flops onto his back, slipping out of you carefully first, a lazy smile on his face. his eyes are shut, angelic once more as if he hadnât been whispering filth into your ear just a minute prior.
âwe gotta do more of that.â lando laughs, blindly reaching out for you. you slip into his welcoming arms, draping yourself over his body.
âthink i need a shower. maybe you can make up for leaving me in there last night.â you giggle, agreeing that, yes, you absolutely need to do more of that.
he hugs you closer, a kiss placed atop your forehead.
âyou can have anything you want, honey.â
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đàšà§ all work is nswf. mdni !! (* dark content)
multi-char headcanons
jjk men love to eat you out

smau
come over?
đàšà§ theyâre blowinâ up your phone past midnightâsure you wonât fall back into that situationship trap again? right??

headcanons
đàšà§ satoru gojo
onlyfans creator!reader x best friend!satoru gojo
afab!reader x professor!gojo
afab!reader x older bf!satoru
đàšà§ kento nanami
older bf!kento headcanons
đàšà§ toji fushiguro
older bf!toji headcanons 02
older bf!toji headcanons 01
afab!reader x husband!toji
afab!reader x bully!toji x bully!shiu
đàšà§ shiu kong
older bf!shiu headcanons
afab!reader x bully!toji x bully!shiu
đàšà§ ryomen sukuna
afab!reader x school-tyrant!sukuna (both legal age)
đàšà§ choso kamo
afab!reader x singer!choso kamo

stories
đàšà§ satoru gojo
blowjob 101 with satoru
đàšà§ after a movie night, you confess to your older best friend satoru that youâve never given a blowjob and he offers to teach you at your doorstep.
virgin!satoru (college au)
đàšà§ satoruâs a nervous wreck, barely holding it together as his long-time crushâyouâsteps into his room. one touch, one smile, and heâs done for, desperate and clumsy, trying to fuck you right.
đàšà§ toji fushiguro
ridinâ out the attitude
đàšà§ youâve been pushinâ tojiâs buttons all damn day. now heâs got you straddlinâ his lap, smirkinâ as he makes you ride that thick cock âtil youâre begginâ, spankinâ your ass red just to remind you whoâs boss.
đàšà§ ryomen sukuna
fuck you (on that bike)
đàšà§ you thought you could bug sukuna while heâs working on his bike and get away with it. big mistakeâheâs about to fuck you raw on that leather seat âtil youâre crying his name.

drabbles
đàšà§ satoru gojo
satoru can't keep up with sex addict!reader
satoru is the only one allowed to teach you how to kiss
giving satoru a blowjob while he's driving
actor!satoru's got a problem under the sheets
satoru knows that you go weak over him calling you 'good girl'
satoru who loves your stretch marks
mean!satoru fucking his virgin gf
touch starved!satoru drabble
satoru goes down on his pregnant wife
satoru being mean with a lot of toys
satoru sucking on your boobs while you dry hump him
satoru overstimulating his virgin gf
sex addict!satoru fucks you whenever he can
pervy!satoru drabble
husband!satoru canâr resist you
hate fucking with satoru
fratboy!satoru loves to fuck you stupid
sub!satoru gets jerked off by you
satoru jerking off to your only fans vid
virgin!satoru has some (unholy) thoughts about you
đàšà§ suguru geto
boyfriend!suguru confesses during sex
pornstar!suguru only got eyes for you
pregnancy sex with husband!suguru
fucking suguru and toji at the same time
mean!suguru pushing you to use your safe word *
fratboy!suguru finally gets to fuck you
step-brother!suguru canât cum unless inside you <3 *
step-brother!suguru loves his little sister so much *
đàšà§ satosugu
satosugu celebrate your birthday
sucking suguru while satoru fucks you <3
we should totally fuck sometime, right?
you take satosugu both for the first time
đàšà§ kento nanami
husband!kento and oblivious!wife drabble pt 3
husband!kento and oblivious!wife drabble pt 2
husband!kento and oblivious!wife pt 1
blowjob for professor!nanami
suprising your husband!kento with lingerie
cockwarming kento while he's on a call
husband!kento catches you touching yourself
husband!kento fucking you before a family dinner
office worker!kento losing it over his little secretary
husband!kento loses it when you say you want a baby
husband!kento punishes you (again) *
husband!kento punishes you after he comes home
đàšà§ toji fushiguro
movie night with toji end up with fucking him
fucking toji and suguru at the same time
possessive cowboy!toji drabble

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satoru gojo links pt 1
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satosugru links pt 1

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[APHRODISIAC CHOCOLATES! PT.2]
đđđđđđđ: they say you should learn something new every day. in oscar's case, it's a double-edged sword. today, he learns he is also really thankful for not reading the fine prints. or in which oscar's secret santa gift hits the both of you for the second time. đđ. đ đđđđ!
đđđđđđđđ: 18+ (minors dni), unprotected sex (protect yourselves!) shower sex, blowjob, asking to go raw, p in v, teasing, oral sex, mutual orgasms, cumming outside, still an (over)consumption of aphrodisiacs
đđđđđđđ: oscar piastri x gf!fem!reader
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đ/đ: as usual, proofread-ish. for the people who wanted a part 2 and for the person who said they wouldn't be disappointed bc i was nervous about making one (đ„č ily, you're a real one)... hope you like it! âĄïž
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"I think we're going to have to thank Daniel," you joked, finally regaining your words.
"Later," Oscar sucked in a sharp breath. "Like three hours later."
You furrowed your brows, looking up at Oscar, only for him to be looking down. Following his gaze, your eyes honed in on the object capturing both of your attention.
"Oh..." you pursed your lips.
God, were these chocolates living up to their name.
Oscar tucked your hair behind your ears, fingers dancing across your skin. "What did you dream about?"
You blinked blankly before mending your brows as the sudden question. "Iâwhat? What do you mean?" You asked, peering up at him with confusion.
"Your dream earlier on. I didn't get to ask. What was it about?"
All of a sudden your throat felt like a desert; so so dry. There was something almost unsettling about the cheeky glint in those brown eyes watching you. You let out a small sigh, suppressing your eye roll. "Well, first, we were in the showerâ"
"In the shower?" Oscar repeated with raised eyebrows and an amused smile.
Your hand stretched out to hit him lightly. "Yes, you idiot. The shower," you sighed yet again before continuing, "well, it was initially sweet. We were doing the usual, shampoo, soap, water fights, and what not. And then you, acting like some sort of horny monster, decided it would be fun to eat me out against the wall."
"And then?" Oscar queried quietly, hand gently gliding down the curve of your body.
You cleared your throat, trying to keep on track. "Um, then I returned the favour," you shrugged timidly, feeling goosebumps litter your skin, trailing after his touch.
Oscar grinned. "Returned the favour?" He repeated, losing himself to his own thoughts as he spoke. "You sucked my cock? How?"
You almost choked on your spit. "W-What? What do you mean 'how?'"
"How did you do it? Did you start from the tip like you usually do? Or did you start from the bottom, grazing your teeth all the way up?"
You sucked in a sharp breath. "I... I started from the tip. I know how you like it. Special attention to the slit and to the bottom. All down my throat. Till you could see the small little bulge in my throat. And then I swallowed every single drop."
Oscar swallowed his saliva. You met those puppy eyes, yet again surprised at the desperation swirling around, drowning him.
He watched you tilt your head almost innocently. "Why?" Swollen lips jutted out, face still flushed and riddled with sweat from the previous round. "Want it to come true?"
A groan fell from Oscar's lips, eyes shutting for a second. "God, yes."
Wordlessly, you observed him quickly remove himself from your grasp, moving his hands under your body, lifting you up into the air. You let out a squeal, waves of cold air hitting your warm body. "Osc!"
"I'm trying to hurry!" You heard him yell as you watched the carpet of your bedroom suddenly turn into the tiles of your bathroom. You felt Oscar place you gently down onto the shower floor, pulling the handle.
You let out a yelp at the intrusion of cold water across your skin. "Oscar, that's fucking freezing!" Ready to take a leap out of the bathroom.
You peeked an eye open at the boy who was simply smiling at you as the water pelted down on your bodies. "I guess I'll just have to warm you up in the first place."
Before you knew it, Oscar's lips were back on yours as though they had never disappeared. Your hands fell to his neck, while his wet hands encircled your waist, bringing you as close as he could. He kissed you with an indescribable sense of urgency, nipping away at your lips.
You gasped at the sheer force of the kiss, allowing him to take advantage of the open access, darting his tongue into your mouth. Your muffled moans filled his ears and long gone were the worries of the cold. Only warmth burned through the both of you.
The sloppy meeting of your lips, the occasional clang of your teeth, or the pure suction of need set you alight. Oscar groaned, a shiver running through his spine at the feel of your hand roaming his hair.
To be honest, it was difficult to see with the now slightly warm water coming down. But even then, Oscar could see it clear as day. The way your eyes sparkled looking up at him and the way your lips glided down his bare neck, trailing his chest before resting at his v-line, knees pressed on the floor... fuck, he was dreaming.
Out of your peripheral, you could see Oscar's muscles tense as you gathered the saliva in your mouth, spitting the lube down onto his cock. The low exhale from his lips made you smile momentarily.
"I'm gonna make you feel so so good, okay?"
Before he could even respond, your hot breath washed over his cock, making him twitch. Oscar's head fell back on the shower wall, feeling your hot tongue lick the tip of his dick, paying special attention to his slit. "Oh shit," he moaned, entirely lost.
His arms travelled to your wet hair, wrapping the strands tightly around the surface of his hands, guiding your head with the little control he could muster. Oscar's teeth sunk into his lip upon the twirl of your tongue and the light graze of your own teeth against his tip. "F-Fuck," he croaked, "you're so good, baby."
You hummed in response, savouring the salty taste of his precum before opening your throat a little more to take his cock fully. You feel him poorly guide his cock into the tighter tunnel, the action bombarded with a string of moans from his mouth.
Your thighs clenched at the sounds, all your arousal mixed with the falling warm droplets. You could tell he was close by the way his hips began to move as though he was in a chase. You could only help further by sucking him even harder.
Oscar blinked away the water, eyes falling down to your throat, knees almost buckling at the sight of the same little bulge in your throat. Furthermore, the sinking of your nails in his thighs.... fuck... it was another sort of cruelty waiting to be released. Closing his eyes, he cursed with a senseless yet ravenous moan, feeling the coil in his stomach began to unravel.
Suddenly Oscar's eyes shot open. His hips stopped moving. You peered up with raised brows, wondering why on earth he was edging himself as he pulled you up to meet you face-to-face.
"That is not how the dream went," you lightly chided, hitting his chest lightly.
Oscar braved a small smile, chest heaving with a crazed adrenaline as he caught your arm. His free hand brushed your wet face. "I love your dream, I really do," he said with an emphasised look down below. "But I need to be in you again."
You crumbled at the last word. The crack of his voice was laced with whatever plant or fruit you had both over consumed. He was so so needy. The pleading eyes, his aching cock begging for a release, his hands eagerly travelling across your body.
"What about the condom?" Your whisper was just heard over the water.
Oscar sucked in a sharp breath, mouth feeling dry all of a sudden. "I... can we go raw?"
You pursed your lips. Raw... you had thought of the idea more times than you'd like to admit. Obviously, a baby with Oscar wasn't something you were considering at the moment. You had discussed this, hence the condoms. And sure there was birth control, but the list of side effects was never-ending. Plus, you were never good with remembering pills anyways.
You weren't quite sure whether it was the aphrodisiacs or you, probably a mix of both. But you couldn't quite seem to get the idea of really feeling his cock for the first time out of your head.
This whole thing was already reckless and crazy as it was. What was a little more?
"Obviously, if you don't want toâ" Oscar started, fumbling over his words urgently.
"Yes."
"âit's up to you because I respect your choiceâ"
"Osc, yes."
"Hmm?" Oscar blinked, finally registering what you were saying. His brown eyes widened before a smile washed onto his face. "Yeah? I mean I didn't really imagine it happening in the shower but... I was thinking something a bit more romantic."
You chuckled softly. "Well, I never thought we'd be drugged up on chocolates from your friend and yet, here we are..."
Oscar grinned, swiftly bringing his lips to yours. Your hands flung to his face, bringing him closer to you as his hands travelled down the sides of your body, every curve and crevice committed to memory.
His grin deepened further at the sound of your breath hitching. His fingers inched closer to your hips, aligning your body to him. He let out a slow exhale, cock painfully waiting to feel you.
Briefly, Oscar's eyes flickered back to your face. Thumb nudging you to look at him. "If anything feels wrong and I mean anythingâ"
"I'll tell you. Promise," you smiled softly, giving him a long kiss.
Oscar smiled in return, holding your gaze with the intention to capture this moment entirely as he slowly rubbed the tip of his cock against your engorged pussy. He could hear your soft whimpers through the droplets of water. A rippling tremble rumbled through his body while he pushed his cock into you, letting your wet arousal soak him entirely.
Oscar had never been so happy to capture your reaction. The inevitable parting of your lips, the silent gasp, the crease between your brows, the tightening of your walls against his cock... fuck, it drove him crazy.
"You okay, baby?" He asked with a shallow breath. The nod of your head green-lit him to fully bury his cock into your pussy, allowing you to feel every full inch of him, raw.
A small burn travelled through you. Oscar was stretching you out like never before. You felt so full. Fuck.
"Osc, please move.'
The plead from your swollen lips was so desperate. Like you were about to fall apart.
"Oh my God," Oscar groaned against your wet skin, fingers tightening around your hips as your words replayed in his head. His hips began to snap into you, rutting his aching cock into your warm walls. Fuck, you were gripping his cock so tight... he could've sworn he'd cry if he wasn't so fixated on the way you felt.
His hooded brown eyes couldn't help but watch his cock come in and out of your throbbing pussy, shit, you were creaming all around him. He could feel the coldness of the shower wall touch his back as he brought you even closer, drilling his cock further into you. His lips moved towards your nipple, tongue twirling around in circles as your pants filled the moist air.
"Oh fuck!" you cried, hands reaching out to grab his shouldersâanything.
You could've sworn the sounds of your skin slapping against his was echoing throughout your house. Even over the water, it rebounded of the walls, melding in with your lewd moans and the obscene squelch of your pussy craving more and more of Oscar's cock. You had never felt anything quite it.
You could feel Oscar's hand move from your hips, inching down your v-line to meet your clit. A shudder ripped through your body as he thumbed the sensitive nerves in slow circles.
"Come on, baby," Oscar encouraged, lips sloppily meeting yours. His moans were getting beyond desperate, hips beginning to pick up their pace. "Show me how good you feel, hmm? Cum for me."
Your mouth fell open as a crash of white began to take over your eyes. The water began to blur with the waves of your orgasm hitting you one after another. Your body was shaking in his hands, your own hips bucking to ride out the high for as long as you could.
Your pussy was so fucking tight, gripping him like a vice. Oscar let out a throat groan as he fought to open his eyes. He rushed to take his cock out of your folds, as much as it pained him. "Fuck, f-fuck, open your mouth, baby," he urged, own hand sliding up and down his cock.
Oscar moaned at the sight of you on your knees, pretty lips and tongue all open for him. His hips stuttered against his hand as ropes of his hot cum spilled onto your tongue. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, fuck, take it, baby. Take my cum!"
A sigh flew out of his mouth as he slowed down and the waves of his climax came to an end. Oscar softly groaned at the sight of you, bending down to kiss you. The salty taste of his cum mixed with your arousal... fuck, he loved it.
Gently, he brought you up to meet his eyes once again. Your chests both heaved in an attempt to regain your breath.
You were thankful Oscar was holding you against him: you're legs felt like jelly.
"Can you walk tomorrow?" Oscar teased, pushing your wet hair behind your ears.
You rolled your eyes, hitting his chest lightly. "You're an asshole."
Oscar chuckled softly, pressing a small kiss to the side of your head. He sighed once again, hands rubbing your back soothingly as the silence was filled with the running water. "I love you," he whispered against your skin, "Thank you for trusting me with this."
You smiled, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "I loved every second of it, baby. And for the record, it was very romantic."
"And hot?" Oscar raised a brow, a small grin playing on his face.
You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes again. "Are you going to thank Daniel?"
Oscar pursed his lips at your words. "Absolutely not."
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oscar piastri masterlist
old fashioned: ÂŁ14
the old fashioned is dependable, classic and timeless. they may seem simple, but they just cater to those who like a straighforward drink that delivers.
ROOKIE LOVE
sure it's a rookie mistake to lose it in a corner, but is it a rookie mistake to fall in love with lewis hamilton's younger sister? x hamilton!reader
A SPOONFUL OF SUGAR
cheffing it up all over the calendar
A SPOONFUL OF EVEN MORE SUGAR
cheffing it up all over the calendar, here we go again
CHERRY LIP BALM
the verstappen siblings run motorsport, but the youngest's f1 allegiances may belong elsewhere x verstappen!reader
I AM THE ROCKSTAR, GIRLFRIEND
you get the best of both worlds
WITCHY BUSINESS
oscar's gf is a lil kooky but she puts solstice to good use and mainfests some luck for her bf
PEAS IN A POD
y/n and george russell may be twins, but theyâre hardly two peas in a pod and oscar is just there for the ride x russell!reader
SOUTHERN CHARM
once upon a time, in the magical land of the 305, one man would take the mantle of the ultimate wingman
KISS IT BETTER
when oscar crashes into the barrier at monza, he thinks he sees his guardian angel, in reality he's just got a concussion and that's a first responder, but it's the thought that counts.
NOTHING GOOD EVER HAPPENS AT THE WORK CHRISTMAS PARTY
based on this request: imagine there's like an end of yr christmas party for the whole grid (forget about the logistics of it) and you're arthur's best friend who went to the party as part of charles' plus one/entourage whatever and then you meet oscar and idk like hit it off, he's rlly flustered cause you're like rlly pretty (either fem!reader or gn up to you) and he's like maybe a lil drunk leaving flirty comments in your instagram or drunk dming him
DAY SIX: NOT SO HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
oscar and y/n are having their first christmas in monaco because of a snow storm, unfortunately this also means they're now hosting most of the grid as well.
COPYCAT
they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but really it's just annoying
YOU GOTTA LOOK OUT FOR THE QUIET ONES
a surprise appearance from y/n in the formula one paddock raises some questions, but the rumour mill will never guess who she's there to see...
IT MUST BE A SIGN
when the two most unbothered people in the paddock combine their joint powers to be the it couple
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đ ÖŽÖ¶Öžđ SUMMER: â WHEN THEY TAKE YOU TO THE BEACH â OT7 đ Ëââ§ê°á ⥠à»ê± â§âË



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â§ââș SYNOPSIS: The things they would do if the sun was shining, and the only thing on the itenary was going to the beach
ÖŽÖ¶ÖžàŁȘâŸ.pairing: bf!Enha x f!reader á¶» đ đ°
â§ââș warnings: suggestive, kissing, innuendos, biting (?), teasing, skinship, swearing so MDNI
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ÖŽÖ¶ÖžàŁȘâŸ.[NOTES]: okay, can you believe this was in my drafts since last year?? me either. but, i finally finished it and i am so glad that i did. i lwk giggled whilst writing this. Ë . Ęđđ. Ęâ
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LEE HEESEUNG â§ââș
âbeach house, beers by the beach, and sleeping on the sand.
âą Heeseung gets SO giggly. Like, he may be the oldest of Enha, but he was born to be the maknae.
âą He's literally telling you what shirts to wear, and when you looked at the choices, they looked exactly the same.
"Babe, they're the same," you say. To which Heeseung gives an offended look before holding them 2 inches from your face as if it swayed your decision.
"They're not even the same colour."
"They are."
âą Anyway, bro books a little room, beach house thing but it's so impulsive. He just was scrolling and came into the room and was like: "you wanna go to the beach?"
âą And you would be like: "Yeah, sure."
âą "Good because we're going tomorrow."
âą "..."
âą So if we skip to the beach day after the panic packing, Heeseung always makes sure to give you the lightest bags before checking into the room.
âą And he's so glad it turns out nicer than the price
âą I feel like he wouldn't even unpack, he would just wear his shorts and t-shirt with a cooler full of drinks before saying: "let's gaur đ"
âą You made sure to get his headphones instead of earphones, knowing he would definitely lose it.
âą Anyways, he sets down the mat, sits with you and is silent only for a few minutes before he's giggling and kissing you all over.
âą You have no idea where his burst of energy came from, but he's laying underneath the sun with you, lips planted at the corner of your lips, and it swelled your heart up to the point you were breathless when he was done.
âą And then, he's back to being silly as he gets his phone and drags you to the water. You nearly trip, because he's tall as heck, and you can't keep up easily.
âą Once in the water, he's taking the most gf pics of you for your Instagram, and you do the same. And right after you give his phone back, he smirks.
âą He's defo the type to tackle you into the water.
"Babe."
"Yeah?" You asked whilst examining a shell you found. He didn't reply, and the next thing you know, you're gasping in alarm and screaming when he tugged you to the cool water by your waist.
You couldn't see until your head bobbed above the surface of the water and you rubbed your eyes.
Heeseung was giggling beside you, his pink hair drenched, a wide smile that broke your current glare. But the way his smile darted back at you made your nerves soften. And you weren't truly angry.
"Asshole."
âą Anyway, Heeseung apologised but it was an excuse to see you drenched in your swimsuit. He kept that secret to himself though.
âą Would defo take pictures underwater, making you take videos of him. And he would take one of you two together, and would attempt to take a video of you and him connecting lips in the salty water.
âą But he ended up missing the whole shot because it was way too shaky and there were way too many bubbles lmao.
âą Anyway, when you're back in the sand, you're sitting between his legs as he dries your hair with a towel, the sun hitting both you and him as it hits 5 pm.
âą But the day isn't over yet- he grabs the cooler and takes out two beers with the softest smile ever filled with tenderness, his hair slicked back, brown eyes staring into yours as if you were the shoreline crashing into his thoughts.
âą You and him drank the beer, sensing his sincere gaze on you. He would defo comment how he wants a 2nd one, and you would laugh and tease him about not getting drunk.
"I'm not carrying you if you pass out on the beach." You sigh and look at your boyfriend, who has almost finished eighty per cent of the drink.
"Babe, I'm not going to pass out."
âą He's an awful liar because he did end up sleeping on the warm bed of sand.
âą So you took the opportunity to buy a bucket and spade, and you dug around his figure.
âą Soon enough, Heeseung went to itch his nose but found a gravity weighing his hand in place.
âą Bro thought he was in sleep paralysis, but when he opened his eyes, he saw you giggling behind a blue spade, trying to conceal the cheeky grin. And he realised you trapped him underneath heap of sand.
"Really, babe?"
"That's what you get for thinking you would stay awake."
âą But all in all, if he slept then, he would be plenty awake for the night (iykyk)
PARK JONGSEONGâ§ââș
âbig summer hats, heart sunglasses and yapping sessions.
âą Jay is the type to just plan.
âą He loves planning in a way â but not loud planning, more like planning for what to do in that intimate time you and him have together for the summer. And what other way than...
âą The beach!!
âą Oh, when I said he's a planner â he is a planner. In fact, he planned it down to the type of specific sunscreen you wear. You didn't mind it because you were slightly incompetent in taking care of yourself sometimes.
âą Jay would put you in charge of packing some clothes, bathing suits, and he would plan the food.
âą Outside food? Nahhh
âą It's Jay food this time. And he wraps them all in pretty foil, packs them in his aesthetic picnic basket.
âą That he totally borrowed from you, and didn't order it for himself!!
âą You added a bow on it to ease his denial <3
âą Anyways the beach!! He picked the perfect day, perfect time.
âą You couldn't be more happier! And oh â Jay loved you in your bathing attire, but...
âą SUNSCREEN!!! He would pull you back and make sure to put it everywhere.
âą When you grumbled about how you didn't need sunscreen that much, he would huff and press soft kisses to your back, shoulders, nape, stomach, and suddenly, you liked applying sunscreen!!.
âą And since you were in charge of outfits...
"Jongie!! I got us hats, matching ones!" You exclaimed, digging into the back of the car.
Jay didn't mind itânot until you pulled out some kind of huge, straw-like hats the size of a supreme large pizza. He gaped.
"Babe?"
You just shoved it on his head, and you were both matching, and of course, you took a picture. He was confused in the scene, but you knew he secretly loved it because he didn't take it off. A win is a win.
âą Once settled, he doesn't go in the water just yet, but you and him definitely have a sandcastle competition of who can make the most royal castle ever.
âą You tried so hard for yours. And he pulled out his own skills, making it smooth, his lips jutted out in small pout of concentration, black hair falling easily over his eyes.
âą You found it thoroughly adorable, but, even then, you kept working.
âą He won. Like damn. It was insulting. You spent so long doing your one, but he made about 4 castles, perfect shapes, seashells that he popped out of the sand.
âą This time, you pouted.
âą Jay, being the complete softie, gave a chaste kiss and awarded you the sandcastle Queen. đ€
"You just made me win because you're smitten," you sighed, crossing your arms as you stared at your lone castle with an empty moat.
Jay chuckled, pulling you into his arms from behind, tucking your head under his chin.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"..."
"No," you mumbled with a hidden smile.
âą For the water, he would let you dip yours and his feet in, walking up to the shore until knee deep.
âą I don't feel like he wouldn't push you in aggressively, but he would definitely bridal carry you in.
âą Even if you said no.
âą He would giggle and set you in before joining you, hugging you in the water.
âą You would be lying if you said it didn't make you heat up and hide your face into his neck.
âą After that, a picnic was needed. So were his glasses.
"Jongie, we're under the umbrella, why are you wearing sunglasses?" You asked, unpacking the picnic with him.
The sound of foil crinkled in the air, and Jay hummed, as if pondering.
"Baby, it's tradition, a canon eventâ"
"Or, you're old," you interjected, making Jay scoff.
Next thing you knew, he snatched away your sandwich and bit into it.
You, in equal retaliation, tackled him to the ground.
âą The food was so delicious. You wanted to eat everything (including him) WHO SAID THAT??
âą But, real tradition was having ice cream, so, whilst you and him waited in line, he began expressing his deep love for his all time loved songs.
âą Bon Jovi, but how he desired to replicate it with his guitar. Jane, as he called her.
"Jongie, do you have to name your guitars like they're your children?"
"Absolutely. And technically, they're your children as well," he said, so serious that it made you laugh.
"I never realised I embraced motherhood so early." You nudged his side. He, in response, wrapped an arm around your waist, facing you with an easy, but sincere smirk.
"No wonder why you're glowing."
What a flirt.
âą Regardless, the day was spent with you and him talking.
âą Talking all the way until the sunset appeared and made his skin glow more honey than ever.
âą What a perfect way to end the day.
"Jongie?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I eat you?"
Jay gave a bewildered chuckle before jokingly offering an arm to you. He didn't expect you to actually bite into his bicep though.
"Wait, why did I like that?"
"Jay!"
SIM JAEYUNâ§ââș
âŸ. Sandcastles, ice creams, cannon balls, sweet kisses all around
âą Sim Jaeyun. Was. Absolutely. Hyper.
âą Summer was here? The first ray of sunshine? He was up and damn ready to get to the beach.
âą It was a little spontaneous, but you didn't mind it.
âą But, he was enthusiastic. Tomorrow, 9 am get up, 11 am LEAVE ON THE DAMN DOT.
âą You thought he was joking. But then...
The blanket was cocooning you into the bed, but did Jake particularly care? Not really.
In an instant, he came to the side of the bed, and YANKED the blanket so hard, you woke up.
Groaning, you tucked your head under your pillow. "Jake, what's the deal?"
"The deal was the beach! It's 9.02 am, and you're not awake," he said, hands on hips, and you could hear the sulk woven in his voice.
"What time did you even wake up?" You mumbled. And he scoffed.
"Literally 9.00. On the dot," he said, making you glance up. He was in his robe, as if he showered, with damp hair. You raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you dressed? Did you not brush your teeth?"
"Multi-tasked," he answered simply. And, you think he brushed his teeth in the shower as well.
âą Once you did get up for the beach, he blasted some songs, literally jumping in his drivers seat.
âą You were convinced he would stop at the side of the highway when a certain part came. He didn't.
âą Yet.
âą Anyway. The beach was slightly busy, but Jake was so passionate, carrying all the bags for about 10 minutes until the perfect spot appeared.
âą You're glad he didn't make you carry much. You're still his pretty princess after all đđ©·
âą When you did find the spot, he literally dropped everything and swam to the ocean.
âą You couldn't stop him. Because he literally jumped into the water, clothes on and all.
âą You gaped, but you couldn't restrain him. Not when he bobbed his head up the water and grinned like he had experienced something he yearned for.
âą After setting up the picnic place yourself with a blanket, he got out, literally shook his head like a dog.
âą And then, sandcastle wars!!
âą You were determined. If his passion was getting up on time, yours was getting a perfect land for your castle.
âą Except, yours looked so pretty with the shells, sticks, seaweed.
âą And his?
âą Looked like a sad excuse of a hutđ.
âą So, he broke yours.
As you happily patted about the sandcastle's exterior, you felt a presence behind you, like a shadow. With a slow turn, you met his gaze.
"Yes..?"
"Let me help you," he said with a smile that was too sweet to be true. Even then, his smile broke your defences, and you nodded.
Biggest mistake.
As soon as he got the spade to pat with you, he just happened to pat too hard, causing a few thousand cracks to appear.
And then, it absolutely broke. Along with your seashells. And sticks. And seaweed. Your shoulders slumped, a tide of desolation washing over you within a second.
"Jake..." you whined, hitting his shoulder so hard he fell back into the sad, laughing.
But with your genuine pout and dejected gaze, how could he just laugh.
With a tender hug, he engulfed you from the side, pressing kisses to your cheeks, jaw, neck until you let a smile curl at your lips.
"There's my girl... I'm sorry," he said, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
âą Now, was pictures. Whilst you rebuilt your sandcastle, he took about a thousand too many pictures.
âą You told him to stop. But he shook his head, saying you looked way too adorable and amazing.
âą You think it was an excuse to just pics of you in a bathing suit. He could just say it.
âą It's not like he's full of shame đ€Ąđ„
âą For the rest of the afternoon, you and him took selfies with filters, silly ones and cute ones.
âą And the best ones were when you saw his grin light up your damn phone. As if his smile was the treasure locked inside your phone only for you to see.
âą And, of course, ice cream!!
âą You had a classic vanilla cone whilst he had an ice lolly. It was so refreshing, especially after that very unfair sandcastle war.
âą Though, you caught him staring, calculating something before he shyly smiled.
"What?" You asked with a huff of laughter. Jake shook his head, lips wrapped around the lolly. But you knew he was scheming inside that gorgeous brain of his.
"You can just say it, you know?" You said again, making him turn.
His brown eyes glinted, sparking before he held the lolly away from his mouth, and advanced to you with deliberate slowness and a sly grin. Butterflies tickled your belly, but you pursed your lips and didn't move.
"Don't move, okay?" He demanded softly. You nodded, and he took the chance to lean in, so close. When he was a breath away, he connected his lips to yours, and you couldn't help but deepen it.
Jake was swift, but thorough, and you felt the tip of his tongue swipe the corner of your lips. You flinched. And he just giggled.
"You had ice cream on your face."
"You couldn't be normal about it?"
"No."
You rolled your eyes but saw him cringe all of a sudden, as if he tasted something else. When he turned to you, it was in horror.
"I think I ate sand."
PARK SUNGHOONâ§ââș
âŸ. Comfortable, mutual, sunbathing, sunglasses.
âą When the beach idea was proposed, it was when you saw a tiktok.
âą Whilst in bed, you turned to Sunghoon, who was on his own phone, and asked him: "beach plan this week?"
âą And, without sparing a glance, he pursed his lips. "Yeah. Sure."
âą And that was it. Tbh, that is how it always is. Sunghoon is very blunt about it, but his cutesy couple side comes out later.
âą You know? When he's wrapped around you like a cocoon in bed? Legs and arms thrown over you like you're the sausage pillow. đ€š
âą And he had that pouty lips, hair falling over his face.
âą You don't mind it.
âą Anyway. Planning was quite swift and neat. Bet, he already had a beach bag with designated spaces for sunscreen, sunglasses, towels and a separate one for drinks and food.
âą He insists on packing your bag as well. Separate bags, neat, organised.
âą You packed the snacks, though, and even then, he came and packed it all in for you.
"Hoonie, I can do it myself," you protested as he gently steered you to the stool, and took over. When you said that, he put a finger to your lips, and you raised both eyebrows in stunned shock.
"Baby, just let me do this, yeah?"
Ugh, he used that soft tone that always hypnotised you, and made you listen to him. You immediately let him, and well, who could resist a soft-spoken Sunghoon?
Absolutely no one.
âą And off you went.
âą The car wasn't completely silent. He listened, you talked. You talked, he listened.
âą Music played and he sang his lungs out like an eighty year old man recalling the first moment he heard said song.
âą You recorded him. Don't tell him. It's blackmail material, duh.
âą And, at the beach, he let you find the spot and agreed, followed like the lovesick fool he was.
âą He helped you set the blanket, umbrellas, and stood behind you as you crouched in your swimsuit.
âą As much as he admired every inch of your skin, he didn't want other people to stare.
âą How rude of those people đđ„
âą So, he was your shield as you fixed the umbrellas and towels. What a man!!
âą The water was something you and him left last. For now, you and him laid down, you on his bicep and he purposely flexed them.
âą You smiled, and closed your eyes, feeling nothing but the murmured conversations, the sun beaming on yours and his skin, and his hand idly playing with your hair.
"Hoonie?".
He hummed in gentle acknowledgement. You snuggled closer to his side, making him smile silently.
"I'm glad we came," you said over the crashes of the waves on the shores. Sunghoon felt himself melt into the ground.
"I'm glad you're here," he mumbled. You peeked an eye open at the warm words, blaming the tingles from the sun.
"Me, too."
"Nah, I said it first. I win," he interjected, totally breaking the sentimental moment. You scoffed, shoving him in the side softly.
"It's not a competition." You huffed with slight laughter.
"Don't care. I made the rules. And my rules say that I love you more than you could ever love me." He closed his eyes, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.
You can't believe he oh so casually admitted the love he held for you. Or that he thinks that you didn't have the same amount of colossal love for him. Honestly, if you could measure your own devotion in the form of the ocean, it would dry up instantly.
"Love you more." You tried again, seeing his smirk.
"Nope. Denied."
âą After that, the water was so perfect.
âą He tentatively got in after you waded through quite a good distance, until the water swallowed your torso.
âą Worried as always, Sunghoon grew protective and literally came to your unneeded rescue.
âą He literally hooked hands around your waist, and you giggled.
âą Until you looked at him. His skin sparkling with droplets, adorning him as if the ocean had personally given him jewellery to accentuate his features.
âą Blushing under your gaze, Sunghoon simply looked away, slightly timid.
"What?" He asked lowly. You saw the shyness bubbling inside his eyes.
"Don't you think you're just... amazing? How could I not stare at you, Hoon?" You exclaimed, hands around his nape as if you were explaining a crisis to him.
"Baby, it's not that deep," he reassured with an amused smirk. You shook your head as if he didn't understand. Which, he didn't. He didn't understand how you could just eat him up, and then preserve him inside your lungs and flowing cells.
"You're so handsome, it's annoying."
"You don't find it annoying when we're in bed thoughâ"
"Sunghoon!" You covered his mouth with your hand, eyes wide whilst he chuckled.
âą After the water, he dried you off before he did so himself. He dried your hair, arms, legs.
âą Well, he couldn't resist the affectionate pat to your thigh.
âą How could you blame him?
âą You found him so handsome, but he found you absolutely... delectable.
âą Vampire fr. đȘđŒđč
âą Did you know how much he had to resist from biting your thighs? Nope.
âą So, when you yelped and hugged your knees with another stunned silence, he just shrugged, as if so normal
âą And he gave no explanation to that.
âą And you just accepted it.
"What was that for? I'm not a boxing pillow thingâ"
He began laughing at your description. "You're cute, baby."
Soft-spoken Sunghoon came out, and you just let him, letting him consume your heart whole.
KIM SUNOOâ§ââș
âŸ. Sunsets, gossip, playful swims, strolls through the beach.
âą Now, Sunoo is honestly the type to want to plan this day for weeks or smth. He checks the forecast every day.
âą You think it's helpful, and you know his intuition is correct
âą He is the sunshine himself.
âą So, when he suggested the date, it was about 2 weeks away AND you would be staying at a nearby Ar BnB.
âą And Sunoo wanted some food, he wanted sweets, he wants MEMORIES. And he will make them.
âą No doubt đ„âŒïžâŒïž
âą He picks a specific beach, definitely from a tiktok, definitely a place where pictures could be taken, and somewhere chill af.
âą Heck, even the Air BnB was so minimalistic but perfect for just the two of you to hide away and cherish each other with nothing by the waves crashing in the distance.
âą So, the beach in question was nearly empty. When you asked him how tf he found it, he just smiled and steered you to the beach.
âą He helped you set up the picnic, but if your hair got messy, he would pull hair clips outta nowhere.
"Where did you get these?" You asked as he slipped the clips in to hold your hair away from attacking your own face. He just giggled with that beaming smile of his.
"Magic. I just have it as inventory," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. You shook your head with a small smile.
Except, you saw the black pearly clip he used and raised an eyebrow.
"Those are mine, aren't they?"
"Yeah."
"And you told me you i must have misplaced them?"
"... Yeah..?"
âą Now, the whole day started with water.
âą The logic?
âą Tire yourselves out and then be rewarded with food, with something sweet â ice creams, sundaes, whatever.
âą The water... was a moment đ
âą He got one of those ridiculous ass toy guns and kept hitting you with the water.
âą So you, in return, got under the water and pulled him down.
âą Cue dolphin ahh scream đŹ
âą No, but after drying up, Sunoo would cherish you wholeheartedly.
âą Drying your hair, heck, offering privacy by holding the towel and hinting compliments whilst you quickly dried off and changed.
âą Obviously, you would swat his arm, but he said sorry.
âą But he didn't mean it LMAOđ
âą And pictures? Don't get him started. He thought it would be funny to put a time-lapse of you and him eating.
âą It was nothing aesthetic unless you want to count the amount of times you and him stopped talking just to eat.đ
âą Sandcastles and faces in the sand were a MUST. Smiley, angry, love heart faces were printed into the sand, showing the stamp of your love for each other.
âą The real night began when people left at sunset.
âą But you and him?
âą That was the star moment.
âą Up on the cliffs, where the barricades were, you and Sunoo stayed with the blanket, talking.
âą Talking about literally everything!
âą How you love the beach, or the ice cream flavour, or even that you were grateful to even be out.
âą He would not interrupt even once.
"And then â hey, are you listening?" You asked, suddenly aware he was just staring at you as he hugged his knees. Sunoo, smitten as heck, simply nodded with that soft smile, the type of smile where it made you rethink why you hadn't met him earlier.
"Why aren't you... commenting? Did I break you?" You inquired again with a grin, staring into his amber eyes.
"You could never break me, my love," he said with a shake of the head. "I mean, sometimes you do when you try and spoon me in bedâ"
"Shh! We don't need to talk about that!" You said, laughing as you cupped his mouth, utterly close to him. He connected his hands with your waist and leaned into your chest, listening to the rhythmic heartbeats.
"I don't mind it," he commented from under your hand, even placing a kiss to your palm. A tingle hit your chest, and you bit your lips from smiling too hard.
âą Along with gossip sessions, he loved taking photos of the moon!
âą The moon was well in the sky and he couldn't miss the opportunity.
âą And well, when he was in the pose to take a picture, the breeze swept over him as if knew he was a Prince.
âą You were enamoured. Whilst distracted, you got your own phone, snapping a picture of him.
âą In your photo, the sun was taking a photo of the moon.
YANG JUNGWONâ§ââș
âŸ.Teasing, sandcastles, writing messages in the sand, night walks...
âą Jungwon was... excited.
âą Ever since you planned it, he kept singing it randomly
âą You know, adding his own lyrics to random tunes, voice cracks, and passionate.
âą You didn't question it.
âą Heck, planning to find the space to stay for a day or so was hard.
âą He kept scrolling, adding to wishlist, scrolling, adding to wishlist. You were there for 2 hours and ended up with 50 rooms to choose fromđźâđš.
"Jungwon, shut up for, like, a minuteâ"
"Nah, look at this! There's a pool! We couldâ"
"Then, what's the point of the beach!?" You exclaimed with a huff of laughter. Jungwon gave a sour look, hooking a hand over your stomach and pulling you close with the laptop in hand.
"It's the vibe," he replied, kissing your neck. You giggled and shook your head.
"Look, how about we get a room with a room, TV, kitchen and a view?"
Silence.
And then: "yeah, sounds good."
âą On the day, he was helping you out, buckling you in, putting the beach bags in the back.
âą Off you went.
âą As soon as you got into the room, you and him dashed with all the essentials.
âą You and him applied sunscreen to each other, and he lowkey was smirking as you applied some to his neck.
âą You just gave a đ€šâïž.
âą And he shrugged, applying sunscreen to the side of your legs since you were knelt between his legs. "Nothing..."
âą Okay. Well.
âą The scheming came to light when you were in the water, getting the doughnut floaty and all ready.
âą Unbeknownst to you, one second you were standing on your two feet, and the next?
âą You felt his hand coil around his ankle and pull you in. And you shrieked.
âą When you bobbed your head above the water, you splashed him so hard, he had a mouthful of saltwater.
âą And he did not mind. Lmaođ
âą He even thanked you.
âą Freak.
âą It turned into a splashing competition, and then a hugging competition (?) where after he blinded you with water, he hugged you, spun you around in the water and dove both of you in again.
âą Now, both of you were full of saltwater đ©·
âą Once those shenanigans were done, you and him made sandcastles.
âą Having only one bucket and spade, he didn't have the heart to compete, so together, you made one.
âą And you got water, seashells, and a stick.
âą You stuck on the decor, and he would obviously video your utter concentration, finding it adorably ridiculous.
âą Says him.
âą Because right after, he was drawing a love heart around said sandcastles, making sure the point was symmetrical.
âą Talk about adorably ridiculous and being a SIMPđč.
"The love heart looks good, Won," you said, coming up behind him hunched over the ground.
He didn't reply, but kept focusing on the area under the heart, fingers meticulously carving in some words. Curious, you looked over his shoulder and melted.
"JW+Y/n's abode".
When he saw your pouty lips and endeared gaze, he just held you close.
"We'll get a home one day. As big as this with no neighbours," he said into your shoulder. You raised an eyebrow and met his eyes over yourself.
"No neighboursâ?"
"So you want people hearing usâ?"
You cupped his mouth and glared, but he started laughing as if he didn't hit you with embarrassment.
âą Oh, the real moment begins as soon as the moon is high, and the people were gone.
âą At around 9 am, he is handing you an ice cream, and debriefing with you.
âą Oh gosh, he could hear you yap for hours. And he would be so attentive that he noticed the ice cream about to melt.
âą So, he would guide it to your lips. You thanked him before graciously continuing your yap session.
âą Oh, both of you yap so hard. He's having his ice cream, vanilla, classic.
âą And he'll say random stuff like: "if vanilla was a vegetable or fruit, I feel like it would be a fruit that grows from trees."
âą And you would pat his head like "okay <3".
âą Those beach walks are the damn best.
The beach was dark, the sea crashing as always. And Jungwon came back after throwing away the ice creams. And he hooked his hands around your waist, pulling you in.
"You wanna taste my ice cream?"
"How? You just threw it away?" You asked, laughing again from his randomness. Jungwon shrugged, pulling you flush against him.
"Like this," he said lowly before kissing you with a perfect fit, deep and moving. You clutched his arms, and he groaned.
When he pulled back, his eyes were dazed, blonde hair fluffy in the breeze. You shakily breathed.
"Jungwon?"
"Yeah, lovey?"
"I didn't taste the ice cream," you admitted, looking at those warm eyes of his. He scoffed and pecked your nose.
"You wanna go again?"
"Oh yeah, for sure."
NISHIMURA RIKIâ§ââș
âŸ. Floaties, frisbee games, salty kisses, boyfie pics.
âą Lowkey, he wanted to go to the beach, but now he's the one that doesn't even get up.
âą You stormed into the room, wearing your pretty summer outfit over your swimsuit, and now â this bear of a boy is snoring awayđ„.
âą So, there is only one thing to do.
âą Jump him.
âą He literally jolted awake and yelled so loud in that deep voice of his.
âą But you didn't get off. You stayed on until he was repeatedly hitting the mattress.
âą You win.
âą To avoid getting jumped in the first place, he got up with those duck ahh lips pouting at youđ„.
âą But he saw your impatient glare and he got up
âą He can't be bothering his Queen, you know?
âą So, since you packed the last bits, he carried it into the car and all.
âą And the car ride?
âą It was blasting music. And you had to admit, your goof of a boyfriend had impeccable taste đ«.
âą The drivers definitely looked at the car and judged. Or admired.
âą Anyway, getting to the beach, he was RACING you. As if it was a competition.
âą It totally wasn't.
âą Well, until you found the spot and got there faster since you carried less things.
âą He just stuck a tongue out at you.
"Cheat," he yelled to you as you laughed at the chosen spot.
"You were the one that didn't want me carrying them," you reminded him, to which he didn't have an argument back.
"Touché."
Next time, he would remind himself to make you carry at least one bag. He totally will remember.
No, he won't. He's too smitten.
âą Okay, so, setting up, he found the frisbee and without even saying anything, both you and him got into position.
âą It was fun for the most part. You tried to catch him out by throwing the object down low. He would do a dramatic football dive whilst you just laughed at his face.
âą But.
âą With his tall ass height, whenever he threw it, the frisbee would fly way overhead.
âą It wouldn't be a problem.
âą Well, it wasn't until it hit a man into the back of the head.
âą You ducked so fast out of view that it left a flustered Riki to tend to himself. And apologise to said man.
âą No more frisbee gamesđźâđš.
âą Water it is!
âą Riki, being impulsive, literally bought those thick floatie thing where you could sit on it.
âą So, he wanted to 'graciously' put you on it first.
âą But that mischievous glint didn't go unnoticed.
âą Unfortunately, it was too late. He flipped over the floatie and, in turn, you as well. You yelped as the water engulfed you.
âą Once you rubbed your eyes and hair away, you literally began to chase him.
âą Curse him and his long legs and giggles. Despite having salt in your eyes and mouth, you couldn't help but smile.
âą His laughter brought a flutter right down to your chest. And his blonde hair would be sticking out all over the place like a messy toddler.
âą But, seeing you all far away, he decided he would go to you.
âą And then, he would hug you from behind, swinging you about and man, you felt so warm with his arms around you.
âą Safe. Secure.
"What if I cannon ball both of us right now, like, in a second?" He said as he tightened his grip, breath hitting your right ear. You scoffed.
"I would drown you," you replied with feigned hostility. Riki whistled.
"Wait, that's kinda hotâ"
"Riki, what the fuâ"
Too late. He took that personally and swung both of you into the water, but all that time you tried to resurface, he made sure to keep those safe hands of his around your waist.
Once your head bobbed above the cool water, he knew you were about to scold and whine at him, so he did what any whipped boyfriend would do.
He shut you up with a kiss. Which worked because he physically felt your muscles loosen, your breath hitch, and your hands to lock around his nape.
It was salty but everything about it was sweet. Ironically.
When he pulled away, you smiled as if you had rebooted your whole system. He adored that look.
"Riki?"
"Yeah?"
"Our floatie is floating away."
"WHAT?!"
âą He swam all the way to get it back. This time, he made you sit on it, promising not to flip you over.
âą Promise kept. For once.
âą After that, ice cream and food galore. He shared his food with you even though you had your own ice cream.
âą It was a thing â sharing with each other.
âą He would give you his and then stare at you, as if he was seeing you for the first time again.
âą You just gave a look of bewilderment before giving back his ice cream. And he would literally eat from the same place you did.
âą What a freak. And flirt.
âą But how can you resist. You literally had to get your phone to capture scrumptious photos of him.
âą Honey skin, damp hair pushed back, those sharp eyes of his glittering as he stared out at the horizon.
âą Perfect.
ïżœïżœïżœ He was your boyfriend? Wtf đ« how??
âą It's funny you thought that because he was thinking the same thing.
âą "My girlfriend?? No way??đ« âïž"
"Riki?" You said as you and him laid on the blanket, head on his bicep. He hummed in response, his deep fluttering through your chest again.
"It was fun today," you said softly. And he literally had to resist the urge to squeeze your cute ass head. Instead, he just rolled so he could wrap his other hand around your waist too.
"I'm glad. I had fun, too. I always do with you."
"Aw, is Mr. Nishimura getting soft right now?" You teased, kissing his chin. He scrunched his face up, as if it pained him to hear that.
"No way. Just uh..." He mumbled again, making you giggled.
"Just what?"
"Just shut up." He threatened gently. You shrugged.
"Or what? What you gonna doâ"
And he kissed you again to shut you up. Totally worked.
Your brain rebooted and you forgot what you were about to say. Riki smirked and pulled back as you just huffed.
"You're annoying, I hate you."
"I love you, too."
"WAIT, YOU JUST SAIDâ"
"Don't ruin the moment!"
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Yunho x Chubby!Reader Headcanons <3
[â»] Iâve been thinking about Yuyu a lot đ so here we are! Made this in 30 minutes so please excuse any mistakes!
[nsfw content after the âkeep readingâ header] mdni!!
â Yunhoâs the type to always need some sort of physical touch when it comes to you. Like heâs mindlessly touching you (both sexual and non) whether that be by holding your hand or simply caressing your shoulder. Your physical presence just soothes him you know?
â Is not quiet about you at all, as he should. Right after your first date he almost changed his relationship status to âtakenâ on all of his social media accounts. And now as a happy couple, he makes sure to let everyone know who his gf is and just how much he loves you! He even has a âI love my gfâ shirt with one of the very first selfies you sent him.
â Laying his head on your thighs is his favorite thing in the world. As soon as your fingers make their way to his scalp heâs gone. He just loves how warm and plush you are.
â Loves, absolutely loves, how soft and plump your skin is! Even if you get self-conscious about your stretch marks or cellulite, he will always make sure to show you how much he adores your body.
â Loves eating with you. Restaurants, takeout, or homemade⊠it doesnât matter. Thereâs just something about seeing you eat happily that brings him so much joy.
â Okay, letâs face it⊠since Yunho is on the thinner side, he just canât help but always gravitate towards you. Especially when itâs cold out, you bet heâs soaking up all of your warmth! Youâre his personal heater and he will not be letting you go.
â Would absolutely not change a single thing about you whatsoever. Which he makes sure to remind you on those days where you feel a bit insecure about yourself. He thinks and knows that you are perfect just the way you are.
â Omg and the sex? Absolutely nasty.
â Almost loses all self control when he sees your body in its full glory. Absolutely touching everything and anything as soon as he is within arms reach.
â Body worship is through the roof.
â Yunho is a simple guy, he just canât help himself when he sees your boobs and ass.
â Loves being rough because then that means he gets to see your body jiggling from how hard heâs fucking you. Also loves marking you up, seeing his hand imprinted on your ass just spurs him on even more.
â Is down to do any position with you so as long as he can still see your beautiful body.
â Surprisingly enough, he can pick you up and manhandle you like itâs nothing. (You were definitely shocked the first time he lifted you off the ground)
â Would be honored to die in-between your thighs. Thereâs no better way to go out than by eating out the love of his life. If he could, he would just stay in-between your thighs for the rest of his life (it doesnât even have to be sexual!).
â Also loves when you ride his face. Despite your apprehension, he will almost always need to make you cum this way first before actually getting down and dirty.
â He cannot honestly get enough of how much there is to grab when it comes to you. Thereâs been a few times where he just wants to stay still and become one with you.
â Absolutely spoils you with lingerie! Even though he prefers you naked most of the time, lingerie on your body just does something to him. Thereâs nothing better than coming home after a long day to seeing you waiting for him in lingerie, itâs like a reward honestly.
â Yunho just loves you so much, he doesnât know what he would do without you being in his life.
â Which is why he plans on proposing to you soon. Heâs still trying to get the date down but the ring is already hidden away in his drawer. He hopes that you know how serious he is about you when you see the ring, itâs a Darry ring of course.
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What about jj saving rafes gf instead of Sarah when she falls off the boat? Even though jj and Rafe hate each other
of course babes! sorry this took a while, i hope you enjoy! :)
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Before you were Rafe Cameronâs girl, you were a Pogue through and through. You grew up with JJ and John B, learning to boat, fish, and work hard for the things you wanted. Life was simple but full, with endless summer days spent on the water and nights filled with laughter. When Pope and Kiara joined your crew, it felt like your family was completeâespecially since having Kiara around meant you finally had someone who understood what it was like to be a girl surrounded by all that chaotic, masculine energy.
But things changed when you caught the attention of Rafe Cameron. At first, it seemed impossible. A Kook and a Pogue? The idea alone was laughable. Yet, against all odds, there was something magnetic about Rafeâa spark you couldnât ignore. And to your surprise, he felt it too. It wasnât long before stolen glances turned into secret meetings, and those meetings turned into something deeper. But every step closer to Rafe felt like a step away from your childhood friends.
Sure, it was fine when John B started dating Sarah Cameron. But when you got with the older Cameron sibling, it was a problem. Rafeâs constant harassment didnât help your case. Sarah was much kinder than her brother, and the Pogues saw her as someone who genuinely cared for John B. Rafe, on the other hand, had a reputation that preceded himâa volatile temper and a knack for trouble that made him nearly impossible to trust. Except when it came to you. Your presence seemed to calm the storm in his mind.
Choosing Rafe wasnât easy. It wasnât that you stopped caring for the Pogues. In fact, you still loved them fiercely, even if your paths had diverged. Being with Rafe meant walking a tightrope. While he harbored a burning hatred for your old crew, he knew better than to act on itâbecause hurting them meant risking you. And losing you was unthinkable for Rafe, who had grown to see you as the one thing anchoring him in his stormy world. But even his restraint couldnât erase the tension. The Pogues saw your relationship as a betrayal, and you feared theyâd never forgive you.Â
Now, you sat alone on the edge of a boat, staring out at the vast expanse of the Atlantic as it stretched endlessly before you. The journey to Morocco wasnât one youâd ever imagined taking. But here you were, caught between two worlds, trying desperately to keep the peace. It was your idea to bring Rafe and the Pogues together for this mission. Youâd convinced Rafe to help them track down Groff, who had made off with his money, knowing it could also give JJ and Pope a chance to evade capture. Even if you werenât close anymore, you couldnât bear to see the people you once called family thrown behind bars.
But, as expected, not everything had gone to plan.
The Pogues didnât trust Rafeâand for good reason. His track record spoke for itself. As soon as they got him on the boat, they tied him up in the tiny bathroom, keeping him under lock and key. You understood their logic, but that didnât make it any easier to see your boyfriend treated like a prisoner. Worse still, theyâd forbidden you from seeing him until you reached Morocco. You didnât fight them on it. Confrontation had never been your strong suit, and besides, you knew better than to argue with JJ when his mind was made up.
So, you sat in silence, listening to the rhythmic crash of waves against the hull, the salty breeze brushing against your face. The solitude of the sea was both comforting and suffocating. It gave you time to thinkâabout the choices youâd made, the people youâd hurt, and the fragile balance you were struggling to maintain. You wanted to believe this trip could be a turning point, a chance to bridge the gap between Rafe and the Pogues. But deep down, you knew the odds were slim. Trust was hard to rebuild, and the wounds on both sides ran deep.
As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you let out a weary sigh. All you could do now was waitâfor land, for answers, for the moment when everything would inevitably come to a head. Until then, the sea was your only companion, its endless expanse reflecting the tangled mess of your heart.
-
Sarah was kind. She always had been. Even after all her brother had put her through, she still cared for him enough to make sure he was fed and hydrated. She did the same for you.
âBrought you some dinner,â she said, plopping down beside you.
âThanks,â you responded softly. You took a few bites of the sandwich she brought you before putting it aside. Your appetite had been wearing thin the entire trip.
âI think itâs stupid too,â she said, looking out at the horizon while the late sun cast bright ripples on the calm water.
âWhat do you mean?â you asked.
She shrugged her shoulders. âThe whole Kook versus Pogue thing. Rafeâs done his fair share of bad shit, but havenât we all? I really think he wants to help this time.â
âHe does,â you said. âAll he wants is to get his money back from Groff. He doesnât care about the crown. Honest.â
âI know,â she said, offering you a soft smile. âWeâll be there soon. Try to rest.â
You pondered her words as she walked off. You werenât overly close with Sarah. It was almost as if you and she had swapped lives. You started seeing Rafe around the same time Sarah and John B got together, and for the last three years, sheâd been getting a taste of lifeâs adventures while you enjoyed the finer things. You loved Rafe. You were in love with him. You couldnât imagine being without him. But you often found yourself missing the life you once lived with the Pogues.
You cringed as you swallowed one final shot of whiskey, a vice that did close to nothing to take the stress away. You tossed the bottle to the side and rolled over, closing your eyes and trying your best to relax to the soothing sounds of the ocean. Eventually, you were lulled to sleep, dreaming of Rafe. He smiled as he took you into his large arms, and you felt secure in his warm embrace.
The dream was short-lived, though, as you were thrown roughly against the hard wall of the boat. Disoriented, you struggled to find something to grip. Rain lashed against your face as the boat pitched violently from side to side.
You made your way to your feet and took in your surroundings. The storm had hit fast. You could see movement inside the helm as the Pogues scrambled to navigate the chaos and secure the boat.
âRafe,â you whispered, your breath hitching. âRafe!â your voice rose into a frantic scream as you stumbled toward the helm. You knew you had to find himâif he was left unsecured, heâd drown.
âY/N, get inside!â JJâs voice cut through the storm. You turned to see him and John B holding the door open, JJâs hand extended toward you. You reached for him, but another violent wave threw you to the deck.
âWhereâs Rafe?!â you yelled, coughing as salty seawater stung your throat.
âKiaraâs getting him!â John B shouted back.
Moments later, Rafe appeared in the doorway, drenched but alive. âY/N!â
Relief flooded through you at the sight of him, but your joy was short-lived. A massive wave loomed on the horizon, crashing into the boat with terrifying force. You screamed as the water dragged you off the stern, the world disappearing into a churning abyss.
âY/N!â JJ and Rafe shouted in unison.
âRafe!â you screamed, fighting to keep your head above water. The sea clawed at you, threatening to pull you under. âRafe! Help!â
âIâm coming, Y/N!â JJâs voice rang out as he dove into the water after you.
âJJ, what are you doing?!â John B yelled, trying to hold Rafe back from following. âJJ, no, no, no!â
But it was too late. JJ had already disappeared beneath the waves.
âY/N!â Rafeâs scream was raw with desperation, tears streaming down his face. John B had never seen him so unhinged, so consumed by fear.
John B pressed his hand firmly against Rafeâs chest, forcing him back inside. âCome on, man! We canât help them if we drown too!â he yelled over the howling wind. He shoved Rafe into the cabin and slammed the door shut.
âNo, no, no, no, no!â Rafe sobbed, pounding his fists against the wall. âI have to go help her! I have to find her, man!â
âRafe!â Sarahâs voice cut through the chaos as she wrapped her arms around him. âRafe, itâs okay! Letâs just get to land. Iâm sure theyâll find their way back!â She rubbed his back as he crumpled, his sobs echoing through the small cabin.
-
The water finally calmed as you and JJ struggled onto the sand, every muscle in your body screaming with exhaustion. The cold night air bit at your skin, but the relief of solid ground beneath you was overwhelming. Collapsing onto the beach, you coughed violently, lungs burning as you fought to catch your breath.
âAre you okay?â JJ asked, his voice ragged between gasps for air.
You nodded weakly, words feeling like too much effort. After a moment, you managed to rasp, âA-Are you?â
âYeah,â he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Minutes passed as you both sat in silence, trying to steady your breathing. The ocean stretched out before you, dark and infinite, illuminated only by a pale sliver of moonlight. A single tear slid down your cheek as your thoughts turned to Rafeâhis face, his voice, and the uncertainty of whether youâd ever see him again.
âTheyâll be okay, Y/N,â JJ said softly, his tone more reassuring than he probably felt. âAt first light, weâll head down the beach. Weâll find them.â
You nodded, swallowing back another wave of emotion. âHey, Jayj?â Your voice was barely audible.
âYeah?â
âThank you,â you murmured, gratitude lacing every syllable.
He turned to you with a tired but genuine smile. âCanât kill a Pogue, right?â
The next thing you knew, the sun was warming your skin, its gentle rays coaxing you back to consciousness. The once-violent sea was calm now, its rhythmic waves bringing an unexpected peace. You stretched, muscles stiff and aching, before glancing toward the shore.
JJ was standing near the water, absentmindedly dragging his foot through the sand. You rose to your feet, brushing off grains of sand stuck to your damp clothes, and made your way over to him.
âHey,â you greeted softly.
He turned, offering you a small smile. âHey. Sleep okay?â
âGuess so,â you chuckled. âDidnât even realize I passed out.â
âNot surprising,â JJ said with a shrug. âYou were pretty wrecked.â His tone was light, but concern lingered in his eyes. âI was thinking we head up the beach toward where the boat was headed. If they made it to land, thatâs where weâll find them.â
You winced at the word if, the uncertainty slicing through your chest like a blade. âOkay,â you replied firmly. âLetâs go.â
For the next 45 minutes, the two of you trudged along the beach in silence, your shared determination a quiet bond. Every step brought a mix of hope and dread as you scanned the horizon for any sign of your loved ones.
âYou know,â JJ said suddenly, breaking the silence, âtheyâre probably feeling the same as usâlike they might never see us again.â
You shook your head, gripping tightly onto hope. âWeâll find them, Jayj. We have to.â
âYeah,â he said, his voice soft but resolute. âWe will.â
A few more minutes passed before you gathered the courage to speak again. âJJ?â
He glanced at you, his brow furrowing slightly.
âDo⊠Do you hate me?â The question felt heavy on your tongue, dredging up years of unspoken tension.
JJâs expression shifted, a flicker of pain crossing his features. He sighed, raking a hand through his damp hair. âNo, Y/N. I donât hate you. I donât think I could hate you even if I wanted to.â
His words caught you off guard, and you looked down, fiddling with your hands. âIt just⊠it felt like you did.â
JJâs voice softened as he continued. âI was hurt. You were my best friend, and when you and Rafe got together, it felt like he stole you away. From me. From all of us.â
A tear slid down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away. âIâm sorry, Jayj. I never wanted to hurt you.â
âYou donât need to apologize,â he said firmly. âAll youâve ever done was try to keep the peace. I shouldâve seen that sooner. And last night, when you fell off the boatâŠâ His voice wavered, and he looked away. âAll I could think about was how I couldnât let you die thinking I hated you. Youâre my sister, Y/N. You always will be.â
Tears blurred your vision as you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him. JJ hugged you back tightly, resting his chin on your head.
âI love you, Jayj. Iâve missed you so much,â you whispered.
He pulled back, his hands on your shoulders. âWeâre gonna fix this. All of it. Iâll even make an effort with Rafe if it means getting you back.â
An hour later, the sun was high in the sky when you spotted movement in the distance.
âJ, is that them?â you asked breathlessly, shielding your eyes with your hand.
JJ squinted at the figures. âLetâs find out,â he said, quickening his pace.
As you got closer, the shapes grew clearer: Sarahâs golden hair, Kiaraâs familiar stance, and Rafeâs unmistakable silhouette towering above the group.
âRafe!â you cried, breaking into a run.
He turned at the sound of your voice, his eyes widening before he sprinted toward you. The moment he reached you, his arms wrapped around you, lifting you off the ground.
âOh my God,â he murmured, his voice breaking as he buried his face in your neck. âI thought I lost you. I thought Iâd never see you again!â He cried.
âIâm here,â you whispered, tears streaming down your face. âIâm safe. JJ saved me.â
When Rafe finally pulled back, his gaze shifted to JJ, who stood a few feet away, watching the reunion. Without hesitation, Rafe approached him and pulled him into a hug.
âThank you,â Rafe said, his voice thick with emotion.
JJ stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, clapping Rafe on the back. âYeah, well⊠couldnât let her die on my watch,â he said with a crooked smile.
As you stood there, watching the two men who meant so much to you, hope swelled in your chest. For the first time in years, you felt like things might finally be okay.
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Ok hear me out: how would the ST boys react if their gf!reader let them hit raw for the first time?
(please I love ur writing & Iâm ovulating)
Go to fucking hell dude⊠Iâm due any day now and you made me foam at the mouth with this. You all need Jesus⊠and so do I because I loved writing this way too much⊠Mary fucking cumshot sluts.
warning: smut and this time tissues wonât save your vagina. Bring a bucket.
Vessel
Heâs quite careful with this shit. Doesnât like taking risks. Sure, he had thought about it, but that dude doesnât. But he can sacrifice that need for now. So even if youâre on birth control he is still using condoms. Until of course he is notâŠ
Itâs the worst fucking day he is having. The show is in four hours. The lights arenât working. They canât get the sound right, the echo is killing him. Some pieces of iiâs dum went missing. Itâs just a bunch of anxious, overstimulated people feeding off each other and itâs suffocating. His head is going in loops. He can already see it all going to shit and then people dragging him through hell after.
âCome onâ, you thread your fingers through his, giving him a little tug. âI need to go checkâŠâ, he starts, âYou donât, you need to get out of here and breath for a bitâ, you cut in firmly, âAt least for a bit, it will do you goodâ, you reach out cupping his face, âYou have a show to play tonightâ, âIf we have a fucking showâ, he grunts. âVesselâ, you say firmly, âYes, breakâ, he lifts his hands following you to the back room. You let him in first, looking over the corridor before locking the door.
âWhy did you lock itâ, Vessel frowns slightly, âGo sit downâ, you motion for the sofa. âY/nâ, he shakes his head, and you simply stare at him before pulling your shirt down and letting your breast fall out of the material. âJesusâ, Vessel grunts. âSit down I want to ride youâ, you lick your lips as you climb over his lap. âWe canâtâ, Vessel grunts, as you grind against him. Hands instantly reach for your hips. âWhy not, no one is around. Everyoneâs out on lunch breakâ, you lean over, letting your lips trail down his neck. âDonât have a condom on meâ, he bucks his hips against you. âSo?â, you throw your hair over your shoulder, âOn birth control, rememberâ. You let your fingers slip into his sweatpants as you pull his dick free. Already semi-hard. âYou will be the death of meâ, Vessel whines as you palm him, spitting onto your hand. âYou havenât felt me raw yet, hold onâ, you chuckle, lining him against yourself before you sink down.
You both moan in unison. Your fingers digging into his shoulder. Vessel who usually has good sense of control loses it. Pushing you down his cock, no time to properly stretch you out. âFucking shitâ, he grunts bottoming out. The warm gummy feeling of your walls makes him feel lightheaded. âYour cock is fuckingâŠmyâ, you moan as he lifts you back up before slamming you back down once more. You clench around him, making it hard to even pull out, âIâm gonna cum on another thrust ifâŠâ, but you just push him back into the sofa, bracing yourself against his shoulder as you move your hips in circles, moaning his name. âCum inside meâ, you whimper, picking up the pace, âWant to feel you filling me upâ, âfuck you dirty bitchâ, his hand wraps around your neck as he pulls you closer bucking his hips every time you bottom out. Both feel your climax approaching and it truly only takes a couple more thrust before you two are falling over the edge. Vessel pushing you all the way down till your hips meet as he spills inside you. âThat wasâŠâ, Vessel sighs, leaning in to kiss your chest. âI never came so fastâ, you chuckle, feeling the mixture of you both gushing from where you two are still joining. âI can feelâŠâ, he swallows thickly, âYour cum in me, pull out and see the spectacleâ, you chuckle pushing up on your knees. The gush of cum trickling down onto Vesselâs lower stomach makes him growl. âCome hereâ, he grabs for your hips as he flips you both over hovering over you. âWhat happened to Mr. I always wear a condomâ, you chuckle teasingly. âShut the fuck up and spread your legs openâ, he grunts, plunging back into your cum covered walls.
ii
Birth control didnât sit well with your body. He had watched you suffer through so many months of adjustments. You were willing to keep trying but ii had stepped in, quite frankly done watching you suffer. âWeâll just use condoms and if we get pregnant we get pregnantâ, he cupped your face before throwing your birth control pills out.
Just the problem was that you two fell into these rabbit fucking spells from time to time. Especially when he would have to go away. It was silly honestly that a couple of weeks without sex would end up making you so desperate but thatâs what happens when you find your person.
So itâs well into the morning, youâre sure your neighbors are casting death spells on you by now. You donât even remember how many times you had already cum. ii came back after a festival they played in and the moment he walked through the door you were wrapped around his neck. It was pathetic the way you two fucked right against the door. Then bent over a kitchen counter. Sofa. Living room window. And then the bedroom. The sheets drenched from your cum and the used condoms piling up. ii reaches back into the nightstand, grasping for that foil package as you pull him closer kissing him desperately. But his fingers donât seem to grasp anything.
âHold upâ, he pulls away slightly, leaning over the side, pulling the drawer all the way open. His brain blanks when he sees the empty box⊠surely you two havenât... Your nails dig into his ass as you buck your hips against him, his dick rubbing against your soaked walls, making him moan as well. âBaby, we donât have condomsâ, he grunts, making you snap your head his way, âI can go andâŠâ, âJust go rawâ, you whine, hands already reaching between you two. âHey, youâre not thinking straightâ, he grabs your wrist. âIâm thinking quite alrightâ, you grunt, âWe both are clean, been together for a while, go raw. Weâll grab a plan b pill when we go to the side shop for condomsâ, you sigh, grasping at his neck. âYnâ, he grunts, he knows he wonât be able to hold back but this is big shit and he feels like heâs taking advantage. âThink with your little head now pleaseâ, you moan, âI need your cum, just fuck meâ, you reach back out lining you two up once again. âYnâ, II whimpers feeling the head of his cock pushing past your swollen lips. âAll of it, fuck me into the mattersâ, you pull his hand, pressing it around your neck.
âI fucking love youâ, he moans, pushing into you, head hanging low as he tries to not cum on the spot. The feeling of you two with nothing in between altering his brain chemistry. âYou feel like heavenâ, he grunts, rutting into you full force, watching as your head falls back, eyes rolling to the back of your head. âIiâ, you scream out, the feeling of his veiny dick stretching you out making you see stars. Itâs ridiculous how fast you both manage to orgasm. No extras stimulation nothing, both cumming together right as ii bottoms out and he swears he has never cum so much in his life as he lets his chest fall onto you. Both breathing heavily.
âMy god I⊠you did thatâ, you whimper, feeling him still twitching inside you. âFor the first time in my life I need a momentâ, he chuckles tiredly. He pulls back moments later, âWant to watch?â, he whispers catching your dazed eyes. You brace yourself on your arms as you watch him pull out. His cum slowly dripping out, and his eyes go dark again, âFuckâ, you clench your walls sending a wave of white to gush out. âCan I?â, he looks up fingers itching. You simply nod watching him gather his cum back before pushing his fingers back into your sensitive walls. You canât help but fall back against the sheets with a moan. âDonât fucking do thatâ, ii grunt, âYouâll make me want to go againâ, âWho said you canât?â, you bite your lip watching him and heâs back on top of you in a heartbeat.
iii
I feel like raw dogging is how you live your life. Idk sure he always asks but you two love the feeling of it. Youâre both adults so what the fuck is holding you back. The first time however is your first time in general. You two had been pinning after each other for months. Sexual tension is through the roof. He barely walks you back home from your first official date before you pull him into your apartment. Then thereâs a whole mess of hands everywhere. Clothes flying. Side tables getting kicked before you two are tumbling into bed. Because heâs a gentleman he eats you out first, savoring the feeling of your walls on his tongue and fingers. Youâre a desperate mess by then, clinging to him, âJust fuck meâ, you whisper arching your back. âLet me grab a condom from my walletâ, he muses kissing the valley between your breasts. âYou donât have toâ, you whimper, âIâm on birth controlâ.
âWhat?â, iii blinks at you, quite frankly it feels like a dream come true cause thatâs all he had wanted to do but none of his previous girlfriends had agreed to it and he respected their choice. âGo raw, iii, want to feel youâ, you lick your lips. And you donât have to tell him twice. âYouâre something else, darlingâ, he shakes his head, pumping his dick a couple of times before looking back up at you, âYouâre sure?â, âYes, yes I can sign the papers after, just fuck meâ, you grunt, wrapping your legs around him as you pull him closer. âNeedy, minxâ, he chuckles, running his dick again your lips, ânaughty fucking girlâ, he nips at your neck as he pushes into you. Grasping onto the headboard, his whole body nearly giving out as he feels you stretching around him. âFuck⊠yours so bigâ, you whimper, trying to stop your muscles from squeezing him. âRelax or I will bust like a teenagerâ, he grunts, moving to circle your clit, catching a glimpse of his dick stretching your tight pussy out. âI canâtâ, you whimper, feeling the head of his cock brushing against your cervix. You both moan in unison as he does it over and over again. âIiiâ, you whimper feeling your toes curl. âIâm right behind youâ, he grunts, âfucking cumâ. And you do just that, legs shaking as you try to push him away but his relentless sharp thrusts keep you pinned to the mattress. And the moment you feel the ropes of his cum painting your walls you swear youâre coming once again, arching off the mattress as he lazily thrust into you, watching you shaking beneath him.
âGood girlâ, he brushes your hair away from your face, âDid you cum again?â, heâs smirking but you canât even give him shit as you nod, still seeing black dots. âFrom me cuming inside?â, he chuckles, fingers reaching between you two, gathering bits of the mess you two made. âSuck them clean babyâ, he pushes his fingers between your lips, you moan as you lap it up, hooded eyes watching him. âDonât worry, I will help youâ, he kisses your breast before moving between your legs.
Ivy
He was hard the moment you had put that sun dress on. He couldnât help it you looked too good in it. The dent in his pants getting more and more uncomfortable as he watched you chatting with some other girls. Yeah, he hated this fucking party. He wanted to be back home between the sheets with you. âI canât do thisâ, he grunted against your ear as you giggled walking through the crowd with him. âA couple more hoursâ, you promised and he swears time never went so slow. Heâs standing up the moment the first person says they are going home. Pulling at your hand as he waves his friend goodbye.
âYouâre so hornyâ, you chuckle as he opens the door to his car for you. âTell me about itâ, ivy grumbles, âMajor blue balls nowâ. You canât help but chuckle watching him angrily starting his car. âGive me your handâ, you whisper. âI canât do cute hand holding now, ynâ, he grunts yet his fingers still find yours. You know itâs insane. Youâve never do shit like this. But itâs late, the road is clear, youâre outside the city, and the road to the main road is still far ahead. So you dip his hand between your legs. His head snaps to you instantly, his fingers finding nothing but your warm wet pussy. âYou didnâtâ, he grunts, âeyes on the roadâ, you warn him. But he just turns the car slightly before slamming the brakes. âOutâ, he orders. âWhat are youâŠâ, âOut, yn, donât fucking play with me babyâ, he grunts and you watch him undoing his belt. You hop out, as he pulls the back seat door open before pushing you down against the leather. âYouâre misbehaving, loveâ, he says through gritted teeth as he pushes his pants and boxers down. âNo bra tooâ, you whisper, pulling the elastic material down, nipples hardening instantly against the coolness of the night. âFuck me, womenâ, he growls, pulling your hips closer to him as lines himself against you without warning. And itâs something you two had never done before. It doesnât even hit you that you two are raw dogging in the back of his car because you are way too worked up and fuck does it feel good. âIvyâ, you cry out as he snaps his hips into you, the car rocking with the movement. âYouâre such a teaseâ, he grunts, spiting against his palm before moving to circle your clit. The sounds that leave your lips are primal, fingers pulling at his shirt sending buttons flying. The windows are foggy by now. You two arenât even able to form sentences both two lost at the feeling before the string snaps and suddenly youâre filled with so much warmth. Ropes of ivy cum sending shock waves through your system. He braces himself against the arch of the door, lazily thrusting into you. Before his hips halt.
âShit baby, I came⊠I came inside youâ, and suddenly thereâs pure panic on his face. As he reaches for his phone pulling the flash on as if maybe he had just imagined it but what heâs met is a mess on his leather seat, cum oozing out of your puffy lips. âFuckâ, âitâs okay, come hereâ, you pull at his hand, throwing his phone to the front seat. âYn, this.. I'm sorryâ, he whispers into the dark, âdonât be, on birth control rememberâ, you whimper, âfuck me one more time before we goâ, âynâ, he grunts, âMaybe bent over the hood so I could drip over your carâ, you bite your lip trying to suppress a chuckle as ivy lets out a breathy moan, âYouâll be dripping cum for weeks after im done with youâ.
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He isn't you
salami, swiss cheese, and white bread please <3
joe burrow x gf!reader
he isn't you
The easiest thing about dating Joe Burrow was that he wasnât the possessive type. Some girls liked that in a partner, but you found it suffocating. You didnât need him to mark his territory; your connection was clear without that.
This dynamic was perfect for your busy life as an ESPN reporter. Covering college football meant you were often on the road, but Joe was fully supportive. When you were both home, you made time for each other, and when you werenât, you checked in often enough.
One quiet morning, you felt Joe wrap his arms around you from behind as you cooked scrambled eggs and sausage for breakfast.
âMorning, sweetheart,â he mumbled sleepily.
You turned to smile at him, giving him a quick kiss. âHi, Joey.â
He grabbed coffee for both of you. âWhatâs on the agenda today?â he asked.
âWe have a new guy filling in this week,â you explained. âSo, a longer prep session.â
âSomeone you know?â
âNo, heâs from a smaller affiliate, so we havenât crossed paths.â
After breakfast, you kissed Joe on the cheek, grabbed your coffee, and headed out the door to the ESPN office. There, you were set to meet the new colleague, Harrison.
Outside, you spotted a man with curly brown hair and green eyes waiting by the door. âAre you Harrison?â you asked, shaking his hand as he smiled warmly.
âYes, nice to meet you!â he replied cheerfully.
The day flew by. Harrison was easygoing, and you enjoyed discovering you had mutual friends and had even attended rival high schools. That evening, you told Joe all about your day and your new colleague.
â...Iâm looking forward to working with him this weekend,â you finished, noticing Joeâs slight frown as he poked at his food.
âAwesome,â he murmured, not meeting your eyes.
âAre you okay?â you asked, sensing his mood shift.
âYeah, just tired.â
âWas practice hard today?â You asked, taking another bite of your dinner.Â
âA little,â he said, subconsciously digging into his shoulder muscle.Â
âLet me give you a massage after we clean up then,â you offered and he smirked. âJust to help you relax.â
âI can think of another way you can help me relax,â he flirted, and you rolled your eyes and laughed.
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The next Monday, Joe was not happy as he scrolled through his Twitter feed, having been tagged in tons of tweets about you and your colleague Harrison.Â
âUser1: Wow, the chemistry between Y/N and the new guy is unreal. Are we intruding?â âUser2: Wonder how Joe Burrow feels watching his girlfriend get ârizzedâ on national TV.â âUser3: Joe took two Ls this weekend: losing to the Eagles and seeing his girl flirting with her colleague on air.â
Joe knew you hadnât meant anything by it, but watching those clips felt like a punch to the chest. He decided heâd stay out for the night, texting you that he was still with the team and might crash at JaâMarrâs. You frowned, confused, knowing heâd been home just an hour earlier. His texts had been scarce all weekend, and his silence stung.
Y/N: Is something wrong? Are you mad at me? JB: Itâs fine.
Something was definitely off, but he wasnât ready to talk. Trying to shake off your worry, you settled in for the night alone.
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The next morning, you buried yourself in work to distract from Joeâs cold shoulder. Harrison popped by your office, noticing your downcast expression.
âEverything okay?â he asked, taking a seat across from you.
âJoeâs mad at me, but he wonât say why,â you sighed, recounting the strange tension between you and Joe.
Just then, Joe appeared at your door, his eyes narrowing as they fell on Harrison. As you introduced them, Joeâs handshake was noticeably firm, and Harrison shot you a wide-eyed look.
You looked from him to Harrison, and it all was finally clicking in place, which instantly made you giggle.Â
You smiled sweetly at Joe. âOh, I was just telling Harrison that itâd be nice to have him and his partner David over for dinner sometime.â
Joeâs hand went slack, his surprise evident. âYeah... thatâd be great,â he stammered, dropping Harrisonâs hand, relief settling over him.
The tension dissolved, and you couldnât help but chuckle as Joeâs jealousy melted away, leaving him sheepish.
After Harrison left, Joe lingered around you in the office, quieter than usual but clearly wanting to say something. You leaned against the desk, watching him nervously run a hand through his hair.
Finally, he sighed. âLook, I know itâs stupid, but seeing you with him⊠I couldnât help it. Watching people online talk about how good you two looked togetherâŠâ He trailed off, his expression softening as he took your hands in his.
âJoe,â you said gently, squeezing his hands, âI like Harrison as a colleague, and heâs a great guy, but he isnât you. No one could be.â
He smiled then, a hint of his usual confidence returning as he finally seemed to believe it.
You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him. âYouâre the one I come home to,â you murmured. âThe only one.â
He pulled you in tightly, his voice quiet as he admitted, âI know. I just⊠needed to hear it.â
With the last bit of tension fading away, you leaned up, pressing a reassuring kiss to his lips. He wasnât possessive by nature, but every now and then, a reminder didnât hurt. And maybe you didnât mind giving him one.
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Heyy! I was thinking if you could write a pau cubarsi one where, hes gf(fem reader) is older than him and she's alredy at college(and she lives in a dorm there). Then, one day he is really tired and go see her.
Tysm, byee đ
Sincerely, Yours â Pau CubarsĂ.
Pairing: Pau CubarsĂ x Fem!Reader
Summary: Your boyfriend really, really needs to see you.
Word Count: 865+
Disclaimer/s â Mentions of feeling overwhelmed, thatâs it!
A/N: This was so so so cute like are we serious? Pau CubarsĂ if you can hear me, please save us. Please save us Pau CubarsĂ. Also, reader is just a year older, if not the same age⊠18-19! :3
After not hearing from your boyfriend for at least a day was when you started to worry. Of course, it wasnât unusual, and neither of you were the type to constantly text one another asking for each otherâs whereaboutsâit simply wasnât needed.
But he was good with the entire reassuring thing, and he hadnât done so yet. Hence the worrying.
His last message mentioned he was heading to practice, which usually included training, treatment, and whatever else that consisted of.
With a huff, you ran a hand through your hair and were about to click âCallâ on his contact when you heard the door to your dorm be knocked on.
If that was your roommate, youâd lose your mind. Sheâd be staying the night at her girlfriendâs apartment and has already stopped by twice because she forgot something. Youâre annoyed.
You grit your teeth together. âMila, I swear to God if you forgot something else again, Iâllââ your voice cut short the instant you swung the door open at the sight before you. Your hand dropping.
Pau. In front of you, looking quite disheveled.
âNot Mila,â he countered back weakly.
âPau, what are youâIâm sorry, whyâre you here?â
The man ran a hand through his messy hairâa habit you both shared. The action caused your gaze to flicker upwards, and you noticed how long it had grown and how difficult it must be for him to maintain it. Then, you trailed your eyes down, noticing the tiredness in his gaze and the bags under his eyes. A frown spread across your lips.
Clearing his throat, he speaks, âListen, Iâm sorry for dropping in unannounced, and for not texting you. I justââ he pauses and swallows harshly. âIâm just tired, and I canât sleep. And I need you.â
The second you try to reply, Pauâs cutting you off. âAnd thereâs a match in two days, and Iâm off my game. Everyoneâs saying so. I donât know what to do,â he finally finishes, voice practically pleading.
Thatâs a lot of âandâs.
It was in that moment that you snapped back to reality. Your hands lift and place themselves on his forearms, causing his gaze to meet yours. Then, you guide him into your dorm room and shut the door behind him. âHave you eaten, Pau?â
He nods, standing awkwardly.
Youâd probably poke fun at him for it if he werenât in such a shit mood. Your expression softens. Glancing over, you notice heâs wearing a plain sweatshirt and sweatpantsâsleepwear. He couldnât sleep, heâd told you. He needs to sleep.
âLie down,â you muttered.
The relief is immediate, visible in the way his shoulders slump at your words. Thatâs good.
Unfortunately, your bed was literally a twin, so you werenât exactly sure where youâd sleep, but your mind was focused only on him right now.
Pau, Pau, Pau.
Once he was lying in your bed, your soft blanket covering his lower half, he sighed and slowly held out an arm. Heâs waiting for you. ââŠlay with me?â
âItâs a twin.â
âWhat, think we canât make it work?â
There he is.
âI donât know, what if we canât?â
âGuess we wonât know until we try, wonât we?â
You smiled at that. âAsshole.â And with that, you slipped off your slippers and maneuvered your way into bed. âIs this uncomfortable?â You ask.
âNever,â he murmurs, basking in the warmth your body provides. This was what heâd been needing.
Missing, yearning, longing for.
You.
âAnd for the record, youâre an amazing player,â you start quietly. âItâs just a hiccupâyour mind beating you down. I know for a fact that the second you step foot on that pitch, your worries will practically disappear, like they always do.â
Like they always do. âI know.â
âYou train your hardest, Pau. I know it, your family knows it, your teammates know it. You should know it too.â A pause. âWhoâs saying youâre off?â
He doesnât answer.
âItâs only you thatâs been saying that, hasnât it. Thatâs what you do, you beat yourself down,â you frown, looking up at him through your eyelashes to find him looking down at you. The angle displaying his scar, you raise a hand and gently trace it. âYouâll kill this game in the best way possible. I already know so. Youâll go to practice tomorrow and itâll be like nothing ever happened.â
One last sigh, then, âEverything will be okay.â
Everything will be okay. âListening to that, I donât even know why I was so worried in the first place.â
That elicits a laugh from your mouth. âThink you can sleep now? Did you need anything else?â
âYou being with me is more than enough.â
âHey, youâre back,â you tease. âCorny again!â
He scrunches his nose. âShut up.â
âYeah, you got it. Goodnight, Pau,â you breathe, letting your eyes flutter shut, feeling his thumb rubbing back and forth on your shoulder blade.
âGoodnight, cariño.â Heâs out like a light.
Who knew the solution to a full nightâs sleep was you. Maybe the spontaneous decision to drive all the way to you in college wasnât such a bad idea after all. In fact, he wasnât even worried anymore.
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Can you do Akashi, Aomine and Kagami to reacting to their gf flashing them?? đ€

đđđđ đŒđ đđ! â whenever your boyfriend ignores you, and wonât give you attention, you know exactly what will.
note: I literally didnât know what to do sooo đ
Content warnings: boobs, swearing, seduction..?, this is kind of a normal post so thatâs a warning of itself, anything else 16+!
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Akashi scrolled on his phone as he was sitting on his gaming chair. He doesnât usually play video games, but after the embarrassing list he faced a few days prior, this was his only escape. He cringed at the thought of losing, so he tossed his phone into the desk and pressed resume on the game he was playing.
You widened your mouth as you noticed he just ignore the text you sent because his ears must have stopped working. You continued to poke and repeat yourself as he just ignored you. He didnât even flinch when you flicked his neck.
You frowned and an idea popped up in your head. You walk towards his chair, and pulled it back a little. Again he didnât flinch or even blink towards the action. You stepped in front of him and lifted your shirt. He was about to yell at you until his eyes fell onto your chest.
âWh-â his eyes widened, and you smirked. You could feel the internal conflict ion on what he should do, that very much annoying you. He ended up turning off his controller quickly and throwing it off to the side. He grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap.
You pulled your shirt back down, and he frowned. âSo I have to show my tits just for you to acknowledge my existence?â
He looked at your face, and lifted up your shirt. He kissed your nipple, and smirked.
âYes.â
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Whenever Aomine is upset, everyone else must be miserable. Today, Aomine refused to speak to you. You ask him if he wants his favorite lunch, crickets. You ask him if he wanted to go out and play basketball with his friends who he was ignoring also.
All day you tried to convince him to speak to you, you made him food, did his laundry, organized his things, you even shined his basketball which he usually was grateful for yet he didnât even bat an eye.
You sit next to him as he was laying on your bed scrolling on his phone. You honestly donât know what will make him talk. Youâve offered to blow him, rub his feet, scratch his back, you got so desperate you styled his hair, which he also is usually grateful for. So you yourself poured, and repeatedly asked him to at least look at you.
âAominichi!â He yawned, and continued to scroll. âLook at me, please!â He readjusted himself to where he was laying on his stomach. You felt defeated, he is a stubborn bitch. But then, you remembered, you had one more trick that should work.
You grab the hem of your shirt and lifted it up. You pulled your bra over too, and pulled them both off all the way.
âAomine.â Your voice no longer had desperation, but amusement.
âLook at me!â You wiggled your boobs, and you saw his eyes quickly flick over your chest. After a little while, he turned off his phone, and finally looked at you. You smirked and he rolled his eyes.
âYouâre such a perv, Aominichi!â You giggled
âShut up!â He groaned.
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Ever since the silly little fight Kagami and his brother had, he was upset at everything. He would get mad and scream at his door when it would open when he turned his key. He would groan extreme hard when he tripped on his own shoe. He would even scoff at you when you sneezed towards his way.
You obviously were sick of this little kagatude and he clearly didnât give a single fuck. You tried to tell me him to chill out, or get a grip, but he would ignore you and act as if you didnât exist.
He was laying on your shared bed, and you told him you were taking a shower, and if heâd like to join he could. You both never had taken a shower together. Actually, you both have never seen each other naked, so you though maybe he would be persuaded by that, but he wasnât. You had taken that shower alone, and you were upset. He has been eager to see you makes more than you have, and you were the one holding back, so this was obviously very annoying.
You looked at your naked body in front of of the mirror, as you stepped out and you thought of a brilliant idea. You grabbed your towel and wrapped it around your body. Thankfully you didnât need to wash you hair so this plan would be perfect.
You stepped out of the bathroom, and Kagami was laying on his back on his phone as the tv played a show he was watching. You stepped in front of the tv, and smirked.
âHey, Kagami, look.â You dropped the towel, and Kagami for a sec didnât look, but when he did, he sat up. You laughed, and he moved himself to the end of the bed. He grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his growing boner.
âCrazy you would ignore me until now, what made you change your mind?â
âDonât worry about it.â He chuckled. He kissed your lips, and his hands wrapped around your body, and pulled you closer to him.
You giggled as he kissed your neck down to your chest, he circled his tongue in your nipple, and bit it.
You pulled from him, and he chased you, but you pushed his head back.
âGlad I got your attention, but you donât get to touch me anymore. You donât deserve it.â
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trafalgar law x gf!reader
âł requested, sfw, fluff!
wc: 2.2k, lowercase intended!
after exploring a new island law finds himself having to care for you due to your weak immune system
⣠credits to the original artist

the island the submarine docked at had a bustling town that was ready to be explored by the heart pirates. you followed your crew mates as they venture through the different stalls and try exotic foods. the overflowing of the townspeople caused you to lose track of your crewmate. you didnât worry much, and decided to use this opportunity to do some solo exploration.
you talked with some vendors, played with some kids, fed the stray cats, and so much more. at the end of the day you met up with your once lost crew mates at the docked submarine. you all chatted and exchanged experiences regarding the now explored town. you found yourself engulfed in all the fun stories being told, and you hadnât realized you had started coughing.
the cough wasnât horrible. it was light enough to be brushed off without a second thought. the only person which the cough raised concerned for was your captain, and beloved significant other. he recognized the patterns of what he called your âweak immune systemâ. it would always play out the same; you go exploring a new area, you meet people and try new things, you seem fine during the moment, but then come down with some of the worst ailment law has seen.
just as he predicted you spent your night in a mess. your cough would become so aggressive it would jolt you both out of your sleep realms. your sneezes would fill the bed with used tissues. an extra bin was readily placed on the floor next to the bed in the situation where you mightâve a bad case of food poisoning and had to throw up. law always prepares supplies the nights he expects you to need them.
this wasnât the first time your weakened immune system caused law to have to play personal doctor. these strange occurrences leave law to work overtime to be able to cater to your road towards a healthier reality for you. it was natural for him, and be wouldnât want any other person to be the one to care for you. he made sure he was the only person in attendance to help during these times.
he rubbed your back as you blew into a tissue, âbad night huh? you need to drink some water y/n-ya.â
you blew one last time before responding in a slight raspy voice, âi cant drink anything. my throat hurts too muchâŠâ
you attempted to throw the used tissue into the trash, but ultimately missing causing you to sigh in frustration. law sits up in bed and rubs the sleepiness out his eyes. he uses his devil fruit abilities to move the tissues into the trashcan.
he got up to retrieve his kikoku in order to assess your symptoms correctly. he made his way back as he ordered you to lay down and get comfortable. he called out âscanâ as he hovered the kikoku back and fourth over your body. once heâs finished he put it away, âit isnât horrible. itâs just some respiratory virus. were you near anything that could have caused it?â
âi donât know.â
law didnât expect you to know the exact cause for your ailment, âitâll be okay. nonetheless it will take a week or so for you to feel better. maybe this might finally strengthen your immune sy-â
you interrupted the tattooed man as you started to cough up a storm again. law mentally accepted the fact that he would be quite busy for the next week.
throughout the week your symptoms seem to worsen. they would especially peak during the night. law could easily recognize the moments when you were unnaturally out of breath, had a runny nose, slightly puffy eyes, and especially when youâd sleep for hours on end daily. he pitied you because of how susceptible you were to getting sick. when the day for chores came around you protested against the man to let you out of bed, âi need to get my chores done! theyâre my responsibility law.â
âiâll have penguin and shachi complete them.â
you continue to object, âiâm not gonna drag other people into my messes. iâm gonna do them myself.â you tried your best to get out of bed, but in the end your struggles were meaningless. law sat right next to your laying position in bed, and gently rested an arm on your stomach to keep you down.
âyou canât finish your chores if you can barely get up yourself baby. i know you want to help, but as your doctor i need you to focus on getting better first.â
you huffed and shook your head to refuse.
law gave you a look which made you stop your antics. it was an earnest look which alerted you of his serious character, âyou need to recover, not do irrelevant chores. you donât listen to what i say.â
law was tempted to use his authority to command you to listen. the only thing stopping him was that he didnât want to create a power imbalance between you both. he wanted to show you that he really did care for you instead of just forcing you to listen to what he has to say.
he leans down to your laying position and kissed your hair hoping it will lower your walls, âjust let me take care of you y/n-yaâ
âbut i donât wanna distract you from your work.â
he shook his head, âitâs not a distraction if it means i get to help you feel better.â he thought of a way to finally convince you, âdonât you always say i work too hard? well iâm taking a break to be with you while youâre sick.â
his logic was too good for you to fight against this time. as you tried your best to find a way to fight back lawâs reasoning until a knocking came from the door. you both avert your attention to the door opening.
penguin and bepo poke their heads in. bepo speaks up, âcaptain! y/n! we were looking all over for you.â
penguin nods, âweâre planning ikakkuâs surprise birthday party thatâs tonight! you guys have to to make sure youâre there.â
law shook his head and spoke in a protective voice, ây/n is sick. she isnât leaving from here. the submarine is too cold for her.â
both penguin and bepo whine to the captains response. you pout as you sit up. you gave look a law that could break his heart. it was the saddest puppy eyes he had ever seen you pull.
âbut i wanna go to the birthday partyâŠâ
law had to stay firm in his decision, âi know you want to go, but we have to focus on you getting better.â
you tried to compromise knowing it would be the only thing to get the logical man to budge, âiâll bundle up! and i wont have anything that could make me feel more sick! please please please law!â
your pleads were followed by penguin and bepoâs pleads as well. your begs fill the room until the tattooed manâs patience wears thin and he agrees, âyou can only go if youâre with me all times. i need to make sure you donât do something dumb to worsen your symptoms.â
as opposed to the idea as he mightâve seemed law wasnât that against it. he wanted to make the environment youâre in as comfortable as it could be. that was a difficult task to do on his own since hospitality wasnât exactly his strength. he figured being with the crew could lift your spirits.
you found the party fun even though your symptoms held you back from doing a lot of things. you couldnât dance or sing with the members. you had to stay seated on lawâs lap as everyone enjoyed themselves. the agreement you two made let law run wild on layering you up. when you questioned why you had to wear 4 pairs of socks he simply stated that he was not taking any chances of the symptoms intensifying. nonetheless you were grateful he cared enough, and agreed to let you have fun during this frustrating time.
your coughing continued their violent attacks. law was next to you during every battle you had against your symptoms. eventually you decided to try to move away from him in fear of infecting him as well.
he immediately pulled you back to him and holds you tight, âwhat are you doing? we had an agreement y/n-ya. you said youâd be with me the whole time.â
guilt was written all over your face, âi know but..â
âbut what? whatâs wrong? is something bothering you my love?â
you exhaled, âi just donât wanât you to get sick..â
law had to push away a chuckle that threatened to escape him, ânot everyone gets sick as easily as you do.â
âhey! that was so backhanded law!â you felt your cheeks redden as the man next to you lets out a murmured laugh.
you crossed your arms and face away from him pretending to be mad, âyouâre so rude law. is this how you treat your sick girlfriend??â
you hadnât noticed a hat being placed on your head. you looked back at law slightly confused just to see lawâs ruffled hair without his hat on. you felt the soft plush cover your head, and the brim of the cap hovering over your eyes. the hat looked oversized on you, so law adjusted it to help you see better, âyour ears were red. we forgot to cover them up with the rest of you.â
law examined you now fully covered from head to toe (quiet literally). he was proud to see you like this. proud that he was the reason why you were being cared for. he was glad to be the one there for you when you needed it the most. he wouldnât know what he would do with himself if he couldnât care for you. it was moments like these he was thankful he committed himself to the research of medicine, and could be the one to care for his loved ones when they need it most.
he pressed a gentle kiss to your still reddened cheek, âhopefully youâll feel a lot better by tomorrow my sick rabbitâ
you giggle at his sudden affection, âsick rabbit? whats that supposed to mean?â
âyour nose is red like one. itâs from all that wiping with those tissues.â
you giggled again and rested your body against your boyfriend thankful for the fact that heâs always caring for you.
at that moment you hear the members decide they birthday cake is about to be cut. everyone gathers around ikakku as she cuts the cake with ease. plates of cake were soon being passed around to celebrate. bepo makes his way over to you and law sitting out the way. he held two plates of cake, âi got you guys cake! itâs ice cream cake. we got it from the last island.â
you reach your hand out to take it until law speaks out, âyou can have them bepo. ice cream wonât be good for her.â
you were upset, but knew not to argue against law. he was already agreeing to let you do so much when you should be resting in bed. you didnât want to push his boundaries. disappointment painted your face as the mink rejoins the others taking the rejected cakes along with him.
law senses the shift in your demeanor. he knew he had to stick with his decision, but he couldnât help to feel bad for you, âiâm sorry y/n. itâs just not the time to have ice cream cakes.â
you hummed quietly, âi know law..â
your shoulders visibly slump as you watched the crew rave about how great the cake is.
the guilt really pulled at lawâs heart strings. he didnât want you to feel left out because of things you couldnât control. in that moment a lightbulb idea pops into lawâs mind, âiâll be right back baby. wait here for me.â
you were confused as you watched the tattooed man make his away out the room. nonetheless your attention averted back to the crew celebrating and having fun. you continued to eye the cake for a while until law suddenly appears next to you. you figured it was the work of his devil fruit and didnât question it.
he handed you a mug. you looked at the contents of it. the warmth of the contents emitted steam from the surface which carried a thick chocolate smell. law sits back down in his original position, and pulls you to his lap, âitâs hot cocoa. i know itâs not what you wanted like ice cream cake, but it is warm at least.â
a smile crept onto your lips. although law would prefer you to take something more natural, such as some herbal tea, he knew that you just wanted a treat. sometimes he had the fight the doctor logic in him. he could tell that youâve been feeling generally disconnected from the crew due to your constant illnesses. if having a treat that wasnât the best suited for your conditions meant you could find that connection again, then law figured having to take care of you a little longer wouldnât be the worst thing in the world. he would do it as many times as he needed to as long as it was for you.
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isagi w a moody gf who slanders everyone with him
Slander
Yoichi Isagi x Reader
Content: Isagi wigh a moody girlfriend who slanders everyone with him
[948 words]
     Itâs hot, youâre bored, and Rin Itoshi is existing.
     Itâs hot. Stupid hot. The kind of heat that makes the air ripple like itâs trying to escape its own existence. The sun is a personal attack. Youâre bored. Youâre sitting next to Isagi Yoichi on the metal bleachers, which are probably violating several safety codes for surface temperature. Your legs are lazily propped up on the row below you, and youâre sipping lukewarm water from a bottle like itâs fine wine and youâre watching a midsummer Shakespeare production in Central Park.
     âWhy is he running like heâs trying to escape his emotions,â you mutter, eyes tracking Rin as he bolts down the field like someone just told him joy is contagious.
     Isagi snorts beside you, one leg bouncing like heâs either stressed or just too wired to sit still. âThat manâs sprinting like happiness is a threat chasing him.â
     You laugh, sharp and cruel. âYou think he practices his facial expressions in the mirror? Likeââ you contort your face into the perfect, brooding Rin Itoshi grimace, complete with a thousand-yard stare.
     Isagi nearly chokes on his sports drink. âBabe stawpppp. You know he has older brother issuesâ
     âIchi,â you say, deadpan, âhe looks like a tax auditor in a soccer jersey.â
     You both watch as Rin kicks the ball into the net with enough force to probably commit a war crime. He doesnât celebrate. Just stands there like he's mourning the goalpostâs family.
     âWhy does he always look like heâs beefing with air?â Isagi adds, now fully committed to the slander.
     âHeâs fighting his demons. And losing.â
     You both burst out laughing, and a few players glance your way. Rin just looks up at you two, expression unreadable.
     âYou think heâs plotting how heâs gonna kill us?â You nudge your egoist boyfriend.
     âWouldnât surprise me.â He shrugs.
     âHeâs one bad day away from wearing a black turtleneck and writing spoken word poetry about âbetrayalâ and âthe inevitability of rot,ââ Isagi says, and honestly you can see it.
     You turn to him, dead serious. âWe need to stop.â
     âWe really do,â he agrees. And then adds, â...but like, just one more.â
     You both dissolve into giggles again, nearly doubled over on the bench. And maybe itâs messed up and youâre both objectively horrible people but when Isagi leans over and presses a kiss to your temple, smiling against your skin? You feel like this is the healthiest relationship youâve ever had. Isagi Yoichiâs hand is warm in yours, but his mouth is on fire.
     Kaiser walks by and thatâs when Isagi really wakes up. You both watch in synchronized loathing. You both go quiet. Not because youâre scared, but because the slander file for Kaiser is a thick one, and requires a moment of reverence. Kaiser is different. Rin is a sad boy. But Kaiser? He's insufferable. The kind of guy who unironically quotes Nietzsche during warmups and thinks it makes him profound. The kind of guy who smells like designer cologne and trauma.
     âThere goes the human embodiment of an overpriced vape.â You roll your eyes as he walks past.
     âHe looks like heâd ghost you after three dates and then post a story saying âloyalty is rareâ while wearing Gucci flip-flops.â
     You snort, barely suppressing the wicked grin stretching across your face as you look at the blond across the field.
     âI saw him post a picture the other day captioned âthe sun shines because I exist.ââ
     Yoichi blinks. âYouâre kidding.â
     âI wish I was. Bro thinks heâs Godâs favorite when heâs just a walking narcissism test.â
     You both watch as Kaiser dramatically flicks his hair after scoring a goal in practice.
     âBro celebrates like he just earned a nobel prize every time he taps in a goal someone else set up,â Isagi mutters.
     Your eyes narrow. âHeâs got NPC energy but the kind that thinks heâs the protagonist.â
     Isagi adds on. âHe's a cutscene character tryna speedrun main story.â
     âHe moans his own name during sex. I know he does.â
     âNo, no, heâs the type to say, âYouâre welcomeâ after.â
     You both break down laughing, giggling like youâre in on some secret that would probably get you ejected from the stadium if anyone overheard. You're chaos incarnate together, one braincell, and it's being shared exclusively for slander.
     Isagiâs eyes sparkle. He loves this. He loves youâsharp tongue, mean streak and all. The way your voice goes up when youâre mid-insulting, the way your eyes gleam when you say something truly heinous. The fact that youâve declared war on everyone whoâs ever tried to outshine him.
     âDo you ever think weâre just⊠bad people?â you ask suddenly, smiling softly.
     âAbsolutely,â He says without hesitation. âBut weâre bad people together, so it cancels out.â
     Yoichi pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple.
     Bachira skips over, chipper as hell. âI brought snacks!â
     You and Isagi share a look.
     âYouâre the kind of guy whoâd share gummy worms during a hostage situation.â Isagi laughs, opening the box of nerds Bachira generously gave.
     âOr get recruited by a cult and think itâs a youth group.â You added on.
     Bachira just laughs like itâs a compliment. He's lucky you actually like him.
     Later, when practice ends and youâre walking back with Isagi, your hand slips into his. Thereâs a quiet warmth there.
     âYou know,â he says, squeezing your fingers, âI think Iâd actually go insane if you werenât here.â
     âReally?â
     âMhm! Youâre the best thing that ever happened to meâ He smiles, staring into your eyes with nothing but adoration before adding, â...and the worst thing thatâs happened to everyone else.â
     And really, thatâs all you ever wanted to be.
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Hey! I was just thinking about how would Jaemin who finds it hard to control himself and not to leave his pervert thoughts win , and his innocent gf who just willing to do whatever her bf wants would be so interesting , and how Jaemin's thoughts win in the end of the day ...
Thank you for your requestđ€ I'm not very satisfied with what I wrote but I hope you like itđ«¶đ»



innocent f!reader x perv!jaemin
Warning:Smut,Jaemin being perv,doggystyle
wc:1,5k
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"Can you hand me my phone that's next to you?" Jaemin looked at you, then to his side and smiled slightly when he saw his phone. âWhy donât you get it yourself?â You looked up from the book you were reading and turned to your boyfriend, you ran your finger through the page of the book so you wouldnât lose it, then you reached over Jaemin towards your phone. Jaemin watched the view with a grin, watching how your hips were exposed, how you arched your waist. He let out a low but deep moan.
As you were about to grab your phone and sit back down, a hand between your legs stopped you, turned to him. Jaemin was still smirking at your ass, his hand slow and gentle, his hand trailing up your inner thigh, briefly grazing your pussy. Jaemin took a deep breath, thinking for a moment about how he would bend you over from behind and fuck you until you passed out. âLie down here.â You looked at him in disbelief, letting him guide you with his hands, making you lie face down and sideways on his legs so he could get a better look at your ass.
You didnât question it too much and picked up your book and continued reading, Jaemin looked over your body from head to toe as he leaned his head against the headboard. He placed both hands on your hips and rested them there, trying to steady himself as your shorts had slipped up a little. You had sex often because of his general horniness, but how could he ever get enough of you? Such innocent behavior towards him was causing him to go crazy. You continued reading your book, Jaemin just hoped you didnât notice the swelling underneath you.
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Towards the evening, you had decided to watch a movie because you were bored. You brought the popcorn into the living room, and when you leaned over to put it on the table, he took a deep breath and took his eyes off you. You turned to him. âAre you okay, baby?â He gave you a small smile and opened his arms, "I couldn't be better." You giggled and found yourself in his arms, Jaemin turned on the movie and you watched it for a while.
Everything was going pretty normally at first, until you leaned over the table when you had a craving for chocolate, and Jaemin quietly said your name while the image in front of him consisted entirely of your ass, âY/n...You're going to drive me crazy." You sat down quickly, the feeling of your hips pressing hard against his cock made him hold his breath for a moment, he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, making you rub against him. âJaemin, are you sure youâre okay?â Your eyes were still on the movie, Jaemin looked down and swept his eyes over the curve of your hips. âKeep watching, Y/n.â
You didn't say anything and handed him a piece of chocolate. As he was about to put the piece in his mouth, he saw that the chocolate, which had already melted, was smeared on your lip and he grinned. This time he approached your lips and licked the corner of your lips, then sucked your upper lip and whimpered silently at the taste of chocolate. When he pulled back and saw you looking at him in surprise, he smiled, took the piece in your hand and ate it. "Hm..I liked the taste of the one on your lips better."
You smiled slightly and turned yourself completely towards him and sat on his lap, this time it was him who looked at you with surprise. "Then would you like to eat again?" He grinned and bit his lower lip "Oh I can't say no to that." You kept a piece in your mouth and approached him, Jaemin muttered before taking the piece into your mouth "You have no idea what you're doing." He moved closer to your lips, placing his hands on your hips, moving you in place and causing you to grind against him again. He took the piece of chocolate from your mouth, chewed it for a while, and then kissed you on the lips.
He shamelessly stuck his tongue into your mouth, you couldn't help but moan into his mouth as you felt him caress yours with his tongue. He laid you down on the couch and sat on top of you, stepping back for a breath. âIâve been holding myself back all day, but youâve managed to make things hard for me again with your moves.â You watched him take off your pants. "I didn't do anything." he laughed hysterically, pressing himself against you after taking off your panties, you swallowed hard when you realized how swollen his cock was and looked at Jaemin. "Yeah? Still think the same now?"
He got up, you looked at him. "Turn around and bend over." You didnât wait long and did as he said. Jaemin leaned over and grabbed your hips, licking your pussy a few times before bringing his dick behind you. You let out a moan as you held on tightly to the pillow in front of you, he laughed at that and this time he brought his fingers and started playing with your clit. "You're sensitive every time, your body reacts to the smallest thing, fuck it makes me want to fuck you harder." You whined for a while. "Then do it, please.."
He came closer to you and pulled your hair, placing a kiss on your neck. "Hm? You sure, baby?" You turned your head to him, kissing his lips. âIf you want to, do it. Itâs my fault that you're your dick swollen all day.â He grinned and pulled back, pressing his cock into you from behind and lingering in your hole for a moment. âA girlfriend who would do anything for her boyfriend, huh? Iâm the luckiest man in the world, and to have you,â When he pushed his dick all the way inside you, you let out a loud moan and bowed your head. âAnd to have your pussy that I can fuck you whenever I want.â
He started moving quickly inside you without getting used to it at all, even though it hurt for a while, you didnât complain, you knew it would feel good, and you liked it when Jaemin used your body the way he wanted. Jaemin just looked at the way your hips moved as he thrust into you hard. âFuck, this view is...Enough to make me cum.â He put both of his hands on your waist and pulled you closer as if it was possible, this caused him to enter you easily with harder movements. You couldn't speak or do anything else as your moans turned into screams.
His entire cock was enveloping you, your newly wet juices just starting to surround Jaeminâs cock.The room was filled with your moans, the sound of your bodies, and of course the sound of the movie that was left on. Jaemin was so focused on the pleasure that he couldnât even hear your sounds, your hole was still tight for him even though he kept fucking you, and oh it drove him crazy every time. He threw his head back, let out deep breaths with his mouth slightly open, closed his eyes for a moment and listened to how beautifully you moaned for him.
His cock continued to squeeze your walls, thrusting hard inside you, "Fuck...I'm close already, fuck you feel so good baby." He spoke between breaths, he could feel that you were close as well so he didn't stop or rest, his movements became irregular in you. "Jaemin...Keep going, please..I-" your sentence was left unfinished, you couldnât even finish it, you just buried your head in the pillow and continued to moan, Jaemin laughed "Hm? Are you in such a in a difficult situation that you can't even talk? Already?" He licked his dry lips and let out a deep groan, "It's a shame I'm not finished with you yet then."
You whimpered, your legs were already about to give out, you were so wet you could feel it leaking out. "Jaemin-" "I know baby, leave yourself to me," Those words were enough to make you cum, you continued to moan as you reached your orgasm, Jaemin threw his head back with his mouth open. âFuck.â He then bent his head and pulled his cock out of you, licking his lips as he watched how mixed your juices were. He brought his fingers and caressed it, after standing there for a while, you threw yourself on the couch and looked at him. He smiled at you and kissed your lips "You okay baby?" You nodded, couldn't feel your legs, he was harder than before, you felt exhausted already.
Jaemin looked at the table, looked at the open molten chocolate, picked it up, then looked at you. âGood, now can you handle me eating you out?â
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