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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡?

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡? | 𝐌𝐘𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐔 (𝐌) pairings: producer!min yoongi x popgirlie f!reader genre: romance, smut, slight porn with plot, friends to lovers au word count: 6K beta read by @chaoticpuff17 (ily)

prompt: "There is just no way you two did not fuck each other's brains out." summary: "You Big Enough?" - when an old flame resurfaced, rumours spiralled, and suddenly, every lingering glance and every touch between you seemed to carry weight. It had always been just music, just friendship—hadn’t it? No. You always had the vibe of 'will they, won't they.' This has become bigger than the music. Tension crackled, boundaries blurred, and there was this thing that Yoongi made sure you knew well besides that he was big enough. "They just talk. I fucking deliver."

warnings: minors dni 18+ | sexual tension, explicit language, themes of subtle (and not-so-subtle) possessiveness, teasing, sexual activity, rough sex, fingering (f receiving), miscommunication driving emotional conflict, dirty talk, raw fucking (stay safe!) choking and spanking as part of intimate scenes, creampie, fleeting nipple play, very subtle dominance/submission dynamics, implied size kink ... (as per usual, I'll add some if needed)

disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain strong language, explicit content, obsessive behaviour, sexual activity, sex without protection, choking and spanking as part of intimate scenes.

a/n: yall, I had this idea like a month ago and I wrote the initial part but lowkey forgot that it's in my drafts so I finished it yesterday (might come later to edit, pls excuse me im working overtime these days) and amazing and spectacular @chaoticpuff17 managed to read it so you can have it as a lil Valentine's day treat. So here is something simple, smutty, and cute for ya. Happy Valentine to all of you who celebrate, love you my little fairies! ♥

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Your hands hovered above the keys and your brain could not figure out what to press to make it sound as magical as you want. Your mind searched for the perfect melody for the bridge of her latest song—

"Try F-sharp minor," Yoongi suggested, his voice low and even. The studio is a second home for you. Always have been and dear Min Yoongi was as much a refuge as the soundproof walls and softly humming equipment.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.

"Perfect—" There was a warmth in his gaze, one that lingered a second too long.

"How do you always know, Yoongi-ah?"

"It's my job," he said simply, but the corners of his mouth quirked up. Your heart fluttered with a familiar yet unwelcome sensation. But you quickly shook it off, focusing on the music in front of her.

"I'm lucky to have you, then," you murmured.

Yoongi didn't respond immediately, and when he did, his voice was quieter than before.

"I'd say I'm the lucky one."

Before you could process what he meant, your phone buzzed, breaking the spell. You picked it up, seeing a message from your lifelong bestie, Jimin-ah.

Emergency. Coming over.

You frown but you are happy to not indulge in something you don't have the answers to. "Jimin-ah is on his way. Guess I'll have to call it a night."

Yoongi's expression was unreadable, but he nodded, knowing that it must be something important if you’re packing your stuff so quickly.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"You need to fucking hear this," he says, her voice brimming with urgency when he bursts into the apartment like a whirlwind, his dark glossy hair bouncing as he flops onto the couch.

"You remember Seo Kang-joon?"

You hand him a glass of red wine and sit across from him.

"What now? Did he suddenly reappear after he ghosted me?"

Jimin winces.

"Actually, yeah. And I finally found out why he did so."

Your stomach drops. You liked that man when you went out, but the message you left a good amount of time ago went unanswered for an even longer period of time.

"Why?"

He hesitates, his eyes darting around the room. Finally, he leans forward, lowering his voice. "Everyone thinks you and Yoongi are… you know."

You blink.

"What?" you say, playing dumb.

"You knooowww…—

"—that."

He said through gritted teeth, trying to make you understand, but your brain was not cooperating.

"No, I dooooon't know that" You mimicked him, and he only stared dead serious at your stupidity.

"They think you've been doing it," he says bluntly. "Apparently, it's some open secret in the industry. Like, 'Oh, Y/N and Yoongi? Of course, they're a thing.'"

Your jaw drops. No way. No fucking way.

"That's insane. We're not… we're not like that."

"You sure about that buttercup?" Jimin raises an eyebrow and you merely nod.

"Cuz', he's not exactly denying it. And honestly, can you blame people for assuming? You've written two albums together, spent countless hours locked in the studio, and the way he looks at you…" he trails off, shaking his head.

"There is just no way you two did not fuck each other's brains out."

Your cheeks burn.

"That's ridiculous. Yoongi and I are friends. Just friends."

"Hmm, I don't know hun,—"

He was right. You weren't buying it. Not entirely.

But you weren't ready to admit that out loud—not yet, anyway. Your mind races. You replay every moment you've spent together, every lingering glance and fleeting touch.

Yoongi and you?

It was absurd, wasn't it?

Right?

Jimin watched you carefully, his perfectly shaped brows raised in amusement. "You're thinking about it, aren't you?"

"No," you scoffed, but your voice lacked conviction.

Jimin smirked, leaning back against the couch. "Look, babe, I wouldn't bring this up if I didn't think it was something you should actually think about. People don't just make this kind of shit up for no reason."

You sighed, rubbing your temples. "I just—why wouldn't he deny it?"

"That's what you need to figure out." Jimin gave you a pointed look. "You trust him, don't you?"

You hesitated. That was the problem, wasn't it? You trusted Yoongi more than anyone. He had been your anchor in the storm, your safe space when everything else felt uncertain.

But this—this was different.

The way he looked at you.

The way he always knew exactly what you needed.

You replayed every moment with Yoongi in your mind, combing through the memories with a fine-toothed scepticism, looking for anything—anything—that could have fed these rumours. The way he watched you while you worked in the dance studio, the quiet way he always made sure you had water before long sessions, the casual intimacy in the way he touched you—light, fleeting, like a habit neither of you had ever questioned.

Had you been blind this whole time?

Jimin's voice snapped you back to reality.

"Look, I think you need to talk to him. Like, actually talk to him."

You swallowed hard.

Talking to Min Yoongi had never been difficult before. But this? This felt dangerous.

The next evening, you stepped into the dimly lit studio, and the question sat on the tip of your tongue like a loaded gun.

Yoongi was already there, as always. The warm amber glow of the desk lamp cast long shadows across his sharp features, catching on the soft strands of dark hair that fell over his eyes. His fingers rested idly on the soundboard, a picture of quiet focus—until he looked up at you.

His gaze, steady and unreadable, held you captive.

"You're late," he murmured, but there was no accusation in his tone—just that familiar, quiet warmth.

You swallowed. "Got caught up with Jimin last night, forgot to set a reminder."

At that, something flickered across his face—too quick to name, gone before you could hold onto it. "Ah."

Silence stretched between you, thick with something you weren't ready to name. But you hadn't come here to tiptoe around things anymore.

So you stepped forward, pressing a hand against the cool surface of the mixing console, grounding yourself, only now taking his appearance in.

"I played with the structure a little last night after you went home and—" he broke the silence first, but you knew he sensed the sudden awkwardness in your posture, your whole being.

"Is something the matter, sleepyhead?"

"Nope, nothing at all."

You quickly retorted, trying to look anywhere else but his gorgeous face.

Yoongi's eyes, however, never wavered. They held a depth that made it impossible for you to escape his gaze. You had always known how intense he could be, but now, in the stillness of the studio, it felt almost intimate, the air thick with unspoken words that seemed to pulse around you like a melody begging to be heard.

He leaned forward slightly, his hands resting casually on the desk, but his posture was all focus—intent, almost as if he was waiting for you to unravel yourself.

"Are you sure about that?" His voice was lower now, a gentle challenge. He was pulling at the thread, testing the tension between you.

Your stomach twisted. This was the moment, wasn't it?

"I'm fine, Yoongi, just had a lot of wine last night," you said again, but your voice betrayed you. It cracked, ever so slightly, and you couldn't mask the uncertainty in it.

The silence between you thickened, and it felt like the space in the room had shrunk, until it was just you, him, and the suffocating pressure of the question you both knew was lingering.

He didn't look away, not even when you avoided his gaze, staring down at the soundboard like it could offer you some kind of escape. He moved to the electronic piano while lifting a brow at you.

"So as I said, I played with the structure—"

You watched him, leaning at the piano, his fingers poised just above the keys, waiting for him to break the silence again, to give you something more. But you didn't want more from him—not in the way you wanted it. Not yet.

Instead, you played a dangerous game, one of subtle manipulation, testing him, probing for the truth behind his unreadable expressions.

"You remember Seo Kang-joon, right?" You interrupt him, raising your voice just a little.

The name hung in the air between you, deliberately chosen, carefully placed like a baited hook.

Yoongi's fingers stilled for the briefest of moments. But it was enough. Just enough for you to notice. His posture shifted ever so slightly, his shoulders stiffening imperceptibly.

You bit back a smile, inwardly satisfied at his subtle reaction.

"I bumped into him yesterday on my way home. He... he actually asked me out on a date again. Said he lost his phone and had to get a new phone number, didn't remember mine."

A lie.

The words left your mouth so easily, like a lie you had rehearsed in front of the mirror, and yet your heart pounded with anticipation. You weren't expecting much. Just a flicker of jealousy, a crack in the calm façade he always wore. So your interrogation of his, perhaps, hidden feelings isn't unprovoked.

Yoongi didn't immediately respond. His fingers finally touched the keys, the faintest chord ringing through the room, but his eyes remained fixed on the piano.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the soft melody playing between you, the rhythm of his fingers meeting the ivories almost too steady.

And then, finally, he spoke. His voice was low, flat. "Is that so?"

Your breath caught. That was it?

You frowned, staring at him from across the room, searching for a reaction. Anything. But his expression was as controlled as ever. His calm demeanour was unshakable.

No way.

You leaned forward, the pressure of the lie beginning to claw at your insides. "Yeah, he asked me. He was actually pretty... persistent about it. He was sorry I thought he ghosted me." You let the words hang, trailing off deliberately, watching his reaction closely.

But Yoongi only nodded, his eyes focused on the keys.

"I see."

A small flame of frustration ignited in your chest. Was he really this indifferent? Was he truly going to let this lie slide without a hint of a reaction?

You stood up abruptly, unable to hold the pretense any longer. You could feel your temper rising, the anger bubbling just beneath the surface.

"You fucking see?!" Yoongi's fingers paused mid-chord as the tension in your voice snapped through the room. You busted out your feelings. Well, this was doomed from the start.

You stepped forward, your voice trembling with a mix of fury and something else—something raw that you hadn't been prepared to face. "You don't even care, do you? You don't care that everyone is saying we're fucking, that they think we're—" You cut yourself off, almost choking on the words. You couldn't bear to say them aloud, but you needed to know, needed to push him.

His gaze met yours, and in that instant, you knew he hadn't been indifferent. He'd been waiting. Waiting for you to unravel yourself, for you to show your cards. His eyes, dark and unreadable, pinned you in place.

"Is that what you wanted to hear?" His voice was cold now, controlled, with an edge that made your skin prickle. The air in the room thickened, turning heavy with the weight of his words.

"Well, perchance?!—" You gesture rapidly.

"You run around not denying it Yoongi,—?!"

The calm, controlled exterior he wore was unravelling, and you weren't sure if you liked the version of him that was emerging—or if it terrified you.

He stood up, slowly, deliberately. The sudden motion caused a cold shiver to run down your spine. He didn't step towards you, but the space between you both seemed to shrink in the way he carried himself—every step deliberate, every movement measured.

"Why do you care so much?" His voice was low, almost detached, but there was a certain sharpness to it now. It was the tone he used when he was dangerously close to losing control, but for now, he still kept it in check. "What's so important about what they think?"

You opened your mouth to reply, but the words tangled in your throat. You had been so sure of your reasoning—so certain of the way you wanted him to react—but now that he was giving you exactly what you wanted, you realized just how hollow that satisfaction felt.

"I dunno Yoongi—maybe because men ghosted me—maybe because you just might be the reason I had a dry season— or maybe you're that kind of motherfucker—"

Yoongi let out a sharp breath, a dry laugh escaping him as he shook his head. You elevated this to a different level now. "A motherfucker?" He repeated his tone somewhere between disbelief and amusement. "That's what we're doing now?"

You were too far gone to stop. The frustration, the pent-up emotions, the sheer nerve of him sitting there, all unbothered while you spiralled—it cracked something open inside you.

"Yes, Yoongi! A motherfucker! What else do you call a guy who lets rumours fly like this and doesn't even care?" Your hands gestured wildly as your voice grew more frantic.

"You don't deny it, you don't address it, you just exist in this limbo, letting people think we're screwing while I sit here looking like a desperate idiot who cannot get a hold of her man—"

His jaw clenched, his patience visibly wearing thin. "So what if I don't deny it?" He stepped closer, voice a fraction lower now, dangerously quiet. "What if I don't care what they think? What if I like the way it sounds?"

Your breath hitched.

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. Your entire argument, the whole reason you'd brought this up, suddenly felt shaky, flimsy, like a house of cards collapsing under the weight of his words.

Yoongi watched you, his eyes dark and unreadable, waiting for you to process what he had just admitted.

Finally, your voice came out in a whisper, hoarse and unsure.

"The fuck, Yoongi?"

"I don't deny it," he said again, slower this time. His head tilted slightly, studying you. "Because it's not entirely wrong."

A rush of heat flooded through you—anger, shock, confusion, something else, something deeper and more dangerous. "Not… entirely… wrong?" You echoed, blinking at him. "Are you—are you actually fucking insane?"

Yoongi exhaled sharply, like he was just as frustrated as you were, like you were the one being difficult. "Y/N—"

"No," you cut him off, pointing a finger at him. "No, you don't get to just drop that and act like it's nothing."

"I'm not acting like it's nothing," he countered, his voice still calm, still infuriatingly composed. "You wanted to know why I never denied it? That's why."

"You can't be fucking serious right now, you fuck—" his body in your proximity startled you, but you let him pin you to the wall next to the mixing desk.

His hands caged you in, palms pressing against the wall on either side of your head. You felt the sharp inhale of his breath, the slow exhale, the tension buzzing between you like a live wire.

"You don't get it, do you?" His voice was quiet but razor-edged, his eyes dark and unwavering. "You've been running in circles trying to make me jealous, trying to get a reaction—" his gaze flicked down to your lips for just a second before meeting your eyes again, "pushing me like you want me to snap."

You listened. For once.

"You sat in that fucking booth with only your panties under that big shirt—"

"My fucking shirt—"

"My fucking shirt," he repeated, voice rough. "And you think I wouldn't become possessive? Think I didn't see the way you stretched in it, how you leaned in close, pretending like you didn't know exactly what you were doing?"

Your breath hitched. You did not realize he saw you this way.

You swallowed, trying to find solid ground beneath the sudden energy shift, but Yoongi wasn't giving you the chance.

"You wanted me to react?" His eyes burned into yours. "You wanted this?"

The heat between you became unbearable.

"I—" You started, but you had no words.

Because now, finally, Yoongi wasn't holding back.

And neither were you.

Your pulse hammered in your throat as his words sank in, wrapping around your ribs, tightening like a snare. You had been waiting—aching—for a reaction, pushing buttons you hadn't even fully understood yourself. But now? Now, Yoongi was looking at you like he had already decided.

His breath was warm against your cheek, the space between you non-existent.

"Say it," he murmured.

You licked your lips, the movement not lost on him. "Say what?"

Yoongi let out a short, dark chuckle. "That you like it. That you like this—the way I look at you, the way I see you."

Your stomach flipped.

"You're so full of shit," you whispered, but there was no weight behind it but pure provocation.

His fingers twitched against the wall before he exhaled sharply and leaned in, just enough for your breaths to tangle.

"And you'll be full of me."

"You big enough?"

Oh, that did it.

A sharp, involuntary gasp left his lips and your body betrayed you before your mind could catch up. The air between you turned electric, charged with something too dangerous to name.

Yoongi's gaze darkened, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as if savouring the way your breath hitched when he looked at you that way. He bit down his lower lip before he spoke again, laying his palms on the flat surface of the table in front of the piano that lay on it–

"There are two possibilities happening between us—" He tilted his head slightly, gaze never wavering from yours, his voice a low rasp against your skin.

"One—we make this official,—" He said it like it was inevitable, like it was a fact written in stone. "No more rumours, no more bullshit. No one else but us. Just you and me."

Your breath stuttered, your heart slamming against your ribs.

"And the second?" you whispered, barely able to form the words.

Yoongi smirked, slow and sinful, his fingers twitching against the wall before he leaned in, his mouth a breath away from yours.

"I keep writing my songs, keep filling my verses with filth about how I would fuck you good and hard—until you finally beg me to bury my cock in your cunt."

“And people will hear you’re mine—”

Your entire body went hot. Yoongi's smirk widened, watching the way your breath stuttered, your pupils blown wide. He tilted his head, gaze flicking down to your parted lips, his voice dropping even lower. Your thighs clenched a traitorous reaction that made his smirk turn predatory.

"You—"

"That's the difference between them and me, baby." His fingers ghosted over your waist, light enough to make you shiver. "They just talk. I fucking deliver."

You swallowed hard, your pulse thrumming so violently it was a wonder you were still standing.

"You're so—"

"What?" Yoongi pressed in closer, his nose brushing against yours. "Say it."

You had no idea what you were going to say.

But when his fingers finally curled around your hip, pulling you flush against him, the words you should say, the ones that would stop this before it went too far—before you gave in—died in your throat.

"Fucking thought so." He smirked again. That smirk. That fucking smirk.

It did something to you, something dangerous, something you weren't sure you could control. It made you want to wipe it off his face—maybe with a slap, maybe with your mouth.

Yoongi knew it, too.

He leaned in just a fraction closer, his breath hot against your cheek, his grip tightening on your hip as if daring you to push him away.

You didn't.

"See?" His voice was silk and smoke, smooth but lethal. "You love this. You love the way I get under your skin. The way I make you feel."

Your nails dug into your palms. "You don't know shit about what I feel."

Yoongi chuckled, low and rough. "Don't I?"

His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down your side, stopping just shy of indecency but still making you shudder.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured. "Tell me you don't want this, and I will."

It was the worst thing he could've said. Because the truth—the one you refused to admit even to yourself—was that you didn't want him to stop. Ever. You were so fucking needy to be touched after you got to know that your dried spell had a sorcerer and it was him. So technically now, he should be the one breaking it. And he knew it.

Your silence was all the confirmation he needed to press his lips against your neck.

His hands were suddenly everywhere—gripping your waist, sliding up your thighs, spreading you open like he had every right to.

"You think I'm going to let you run your mouth, push me to the edge, and not do something about it?" His voice was a rasp, thick with hunger. "You think I don't see how badly you want this?"

Your breath hitched as his thigh pressed between yours, the friction making your knees buckle. His mouth found your jaw, teeth scraping over sensitive skin before he kissed a path down your throat, sucking, biting, claiming.

You barely had time to think before he gripped your wrist, guiding your hand down—down—until your fingers brushed against him, hard and thick beneath his sweats. The sound that tore from his throat was pure sin.

"Feel that?" Yoongi growled, grinding against your palm. "That's what you do to me. That's what you fucking cause each time we're in this studio."

Your fingers flexed, a teasing squeeze that had his breath stuttering. He cursed under his breath, tilting your chin up with his free hand, forcing you to meet his gaze.

Dark. Devouring. Desperate.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured again, a cruel echo of earlier. But this time, there was no space between you, no restraint.

And you didn't.

Instead, you yanked his mouth to yours. Yoongi groaned into the kiss, the sound reverberating through you as his hands pushed under your shirt, fingers trailing over bare skin, leaving fire in their wake.

Your nails raked down his back as he lifted you effortlessly, pressing you harder against the wall.

His hips rolled, slow and devastating, and a moan ripped from your throat, shameless, wrecked.

"That's it, baby" he rasped, his forehead against yours, breath heavy. "That's the sound I've been waiting for."

His hand dipped lower, slipping past the band of your shorts, finding you soaked for him. Yoongi cursed, his fingers teasing, circling, before sliding through the wetness with devastating precision.

"Fuck," he groaned, voice hoarse. "You're already so fucking ready for me."

You didn't even get a chance to respond before he pushed a finger inside, then another, stretching you, filling you, working you open until you were trembling against him.

"Yoongi—"

"I know," he hushed you, his lips brushing against your ear, his fingers moving faster, deeper. "I've got you, baby. Just take it."

And fuck, you did. You took everything he gave, your body writhing against his as pleasure built sharp and unbearable, spiralling higher, tightening—

"Come for me," he ordered, his voice dark, commanding. "Come on my fingers like the desperate little thing I know you are."

And when he curled his fingers just right, his thumb pressing where you needed it most—

You shattered.

Completely. Utterly.

Yoongi swallowed your cry with his mouth, dragging it out, his hand still moving, still milking every last bit of pleasure from you until you were shaking in his arms.

Then, as you barely caught your breath, his voice came again, low and teasing.

"Now," he murmured, undoing the string of his sweats, letting them fall.

"I'll fuck you hard that you'll forget about those smutty books you're reading—"

Your body barely had time to recover before Yoongi was pressing closer, his fingers sliding away, leaving you aching and empty. But then—then—his hands were on your hips, tugging your shorts down, peeling them away with agonizing slowness, like he wanted you to feel every second of it.

Your breath stuttered as he stepped back just enough to look at you, his dark gaze trailing over your bare, trembling form.

"Fucking perfect," he muttered, almost to himself, before his hands gripped your thighs and lifted you, forcing your legs around his waist.

The weight of him, the sheer heat of him, pressed right against your core, had you gasping, fingers digging into his shoulders. Yoongi groaned low in his throat, rolling his hips just enough for you to feel all of him, hard and thick and ready.

"Ain’t big enough, huh?" he murmured, dragging his clothed crotch against your soaked heat. His voice was rough, strained. "I’ll show you how big I am."

Your nails bit into his skin, your body writhing against him as he kept teasing, kept torturing you with slow, precise movements. The friction had you panting, your forehead falling against his.

"Stop teasing," you managed, barely above a breath.

Yoongi chuckled, dark and knowing. "Look at you. So desperate for me already." His fingers gripped your jaw, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. "Tell me how much you want it."

You let out a sound between a whimper and a growl, rolling your hips against him in a silent plea. But that wasn't enough for him. Your heart racing, you felt his warm palm connect with your skin, a stinging sensation spreading through your buttocks as he spanked you. You let out a small yelp, but Yoongi didn't relent, his hand rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

"Say it." His voice was like gravel, low and demanding. "Say you want me to fuck you, Y/N. Say you need me." He pulled down his sweats enough so his cock sprang free from the confinement.

Your pride clashed with your need, the battle waging for only a moment before he rolled his hips again, pressing the thick head of his cock right against your entrance—and your resolve snapped.

"Fuck—I need you," you gasped, your fingers twisting into his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan. "Please, Yoongi—just fuck me."

Something broke in him then.

With a guttural sound, he aligned himself and pushed inside, the stretch of him stealing the air from your lungs. He didn't stop, didn't hesitate—just drove forward, sinking deep until he was fully sheathed inside you until there was no space between you, nothing left but the overwhelming, consuming feel of him.

"Fuck," Yoongi gritted out, his forehead dropping to yours. His hands flexed against your thighs like he was trying to hold himself back, to give you a moment. "So fucking tight."

You could barely breathe, barely think, pleasure and pain and something deeper rolling through you in waves. But then he shifted, just slightly, and—

"Oh fuck," you gasped, your head falling back against the wall.

Yoongi's grip tightened, his breath hot against your skin. "Yeah?" He rolled his hips again, slow and deliberate, dragging himself out before thrusting back in, harder this time. Your moan was wrecked, broken—exactly what he wanted.

"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me," he murmured, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your throat, across your collarbone. "Taking me so fucking well."

Then he moved. Snapping his hips as hard as he could to make your back rub against the wall, to make your head spin from the bouncing on his thick cock that made you see so many constellations. Up and down, up and down. He felt so good inside you, filling you completely as his hips slammed against yours.

The force of his thrust made you cry out, your fingers tangled in his dark raven hair, which you so openly adored when he kept longer. His mouth crashed down on yours, swallowing your moans as he drove into you with a fierce intensity, each stroke building on the last.

His hand cupped your breast and his thumb brushed over your nipple. The touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the fierce way he was driving into you. Your back arched, pushing your breast further into his hand, and you felt his fingers close around it, squeezing softly. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and you moaned loudly, the sound lost in the kiss that still claimed your mouth. Yoongi's hips kept moving, each thrust building on the last, and his hand on your breast seemed to be pulling you closer to some unseen edge. His fingers tightened around your nipple, rolling it between them, and you felt yourself teetering on the brink of something explosive.

Yoongi groaned, his grip almost bruising now, his thrusts turning erratic. "You gonna come for me again?" he rasped, his hips thrusting into you harder, each one was met with your breath hitching in your throat before you moaned. Loud.

"Gonna fall apart on my cock?"

It was too much—too good.

"I know what you want, love. What will make you cum around my cock."

Your body began to tense, your muscles coiling tighter and tighter as he spoke. "You want it rough," he growled, his thrusts becoming more savage, more primal.

"You want me to take you apart, piece by piece." His grip on your breast tightened, his fingers digging deep into your skin, and you felt yourself spiralling out of control.

His hand left your breast to envelope around your throat, his fingers wrapping tightly around your neck, his thumb pressing against the underside of your jaw. That was it. Your moans got even louder and he raised a brow. You felt a flutter in your chest as his grip tightened, his eyes burning with an intense hunger as he gazed into yours and he slowed down to observe your face that certainly did not hide any pleasure.

"Kinky," he rasped, his voice low and dirty. "So fucking kinky."

He held you in place, his grip on your throat tightening ever so slightly, he began to move his hips again, his cock stirring back to life inside you. His eyes burned with an intense desire, and you could feel the tension building in his body as he drove into you with slow, deliberate strokes.

"I'm going to fill you up, babe" he growled, his voice low and husky. "I'm going to make you take every last drop of me." And with that, he began to thrust into you harder again, faster again, his hips pounding against yours as he chased your release. You felt him swelling inside you, his cock growing thicker and hotter as he approached the edge.

Your orgasm crashed into you, and you could not even stop it. You wanted this to last until your body shuts down from all that pleasure he has given you. Your body locking up as pleasure burns through every nerve ending. You clenched around him, drawing a strangled moan from his lips, his hips snapping forward one last time before he broke. His release spilt deep inside you as he let out a low, guttural groan, his semen erupting into you in a hot, pulsing flood that warmed your walls. You felt him shudder and convulse above you, his body trembling with pleasure as he emptied himself into your waiting flesh

The sensation was overwhelming, the feeling of being filled and claimed by him almost too much to bear. His chest heaving with exertion and for a moment, neither of you moved.

"You're so fucking mine," he murmured, voice still thick with satisfaction. He lifted his head to meet your lips once more before he said.

"Don't you ever question my devotion for you—" he started, panting after the little stunt you just pulled.

“—Or the size of my cock, doll.”

You only smiled wickedly into his lips.

“You like us role-playing, tho—“ you started. Yoongi's grip on your waist tightened, his lips brushing over your collarbone as his breath warmed your skin. His hand slid lower, fingers tracing the curve of your body possessively.

"He could not stop talking about it the whole fucking night, babe."

"Who, Jimin?" he asked, his tone dripping with amusement, yet there was an underlying tension in it, like he was trying to keep himself in check to not turn you over and fuck you in the ass. Even though he had to thank Jimin for this fuck prompt he unknowingly gave you an idea of (such a mundane trope) and the final ride you two just had. The thanking will wait until whenever you decide you want Jimin to know about you two.

Of course, something similar happened at the start of your relationship and you could not help yourself to let him fuck you against that wall once again. This time with a similar scenario but slightly adjusted replicas.

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, though it was edged with a hint of frustration. You shifted under his touch, your heart still racing from the intensity of the night.

"Yeah. Couldn't stop about how people talk about us fucking our brains out here—"

"But we are—" his voice thick with the weight of his meaning, but his tone now softer than before. His mouth pressed against the sensitive skin just below your ear, and his hands pulled you closer, if that was even possible, as if to remind you of just how much he could claim you again and again and again.

You gasped, your body reacting to him in ways you couldn't control, and you felt a rush of vulnerability, knowing how deeply he could read you. "Yoongi," you breathed, trying to keep your composure, but he wasn't making it easy.

"Yeah, you can say that again," Yoongi whispered, his lips brushing against your ear before his teeth grazed the lobe, making your entire body shudder.

You swallowed hard, your head spinning. "I'm serious," you managed to say, even though your voice came out shaky. "Jimin—he thinks I'm still under that dry spell cuz' everybody thinks we're doing it—"

"Let him yap, love."

"Yeah I would, but he went to a point where he talked about how I'm gonna need to buy that Tesla robot to fuck me cuz' no living man will, thanks to you and your not-so-subtle hints that we're doing it—"

"My not-so-subtle hints?" He chuckled.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, feeling a mixture of amusement and frustration. "I mean, he was kinda making some good points," you teased, pretending to think it over. "We do have that whole 'will they, won't they' vibe going on."

Yoongi's fingers paused against your skin for a moment, as if he were considering your words, but then a slow, mischievous smirk crept onto his lips.

"What do you think, babe?"

"I—I think," you stammered, feeling the weight of the moment sink in, "I think we could've been doing a better damn good job of hiding it. But maybe—" You hesitated, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

"Maybe it's time we stop pretending."

"Well, next time Jimin mentions our 'vibe,' I'm making him listen to a few of our 'studio sessions.'"

Your eyes widened in mock horror. "Yoongi!" You gave him a dramatic shiver, and he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you.

"Exactly," Yoongi said, smirking mischievously. "That'll shut him up real quick."

"Good luck," you teased, tapping his chest lightly. "Maybe he'll start talking about how lucky you are to have me in your corner."

"Lucky, huh?" he mused, pulling you in for a hug. "You're damn right I'm lucky."

You grinned, enjoying the easy banter, letting the tension slip away as you let him hold you. It wasn't about proving anything to anyone—it was just the two of you, sharing this moment, enjoying each other's company and, of course, having a little fun at Jimin's expense.

"Wait—" you just realised.

"You know about my smutty books?!"

He threw his head back and gave a loud throat laugh in response.

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misscherry-26 · 2 days ago

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Valentine's day with CEO! John Price x reader

Author's Note: Valentine's over here but I just wanted to share this short story and also my first John Price fic!! Let me know your thoughts about it! Not edited. It may not make sense because I just let myself flow with the idea.

P.S. I'm so sleepy right now, so mistakes to be corrected later.

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The smell of something burned invades John's nostrils, which is weird because there's no smoke or fire in the house — of course. Still, he rushes to the kitchen as soon as he closes the door.

It's a mess. Egg shells on the sink, flour sprawled on the floor, piles of bowls on the counter... His eyes stop on you. From head to toe you are a mess. Hair all over your face, your apron stained with milk, flour, oil...

His smile widens. "What happened here?"

You jump, hand in your heart as you look away from the oven. "Oh my God John!" You exhale at the sight of your partner.

He laughs. "This is a bloody mess, sweetheart."

He approaches and gives you a quick peck on your lips.

You chuckle, "I know...” Closing your eyes, you lay down on his chest, sad smile painting your face. " I wanted to surprise you with some cookies, but they burnt and so I switched and made s chocolate loaf instead but hallway through the recipe, the chocolate mix fell and so I had to do it again but realized I didn't have more chocolate, so I had to—" you start rambling.

"Sweetheart, breath." Your sweet, sexy husband places his hand on your shoulders, stopping you.

You inhale and exhale a few times, him being your guide. On the last exhale, you calmly finish your explanation.

"So I decided to make a lemon and blueberry loaf... Which is in the oven right now... Just wanted to surprise you for Valentine's."

John can't help but smile tenderly.

He couldn't spent the morning with you today, last minute meeting to close the deal with a new client took him away from you. Good thing he gave you his gift the night before...

Still, you reassured him that it didn't matter— you don't need this day in specific to show how much you love each other. You know his work can be demanding, but good thing he is the boss, oh that has its perks.

While he was out, you decided to surprise him with a very domestic and simple tea time, but the the baking had other plans today and what was supposed to be done three hours ago, ended up done now, close to dinner.

"Surprise me? Baby, there's no need. You are my gift and you know that" he reassured you.

"Still." You complain.

The timer interrupts the moment, you check the oven and take out the loaf, now done—after checking with a knife to see if it was— placing it on the counter.

"Surprise?" You try to sound cheerful but fail miserably. John hugs you and kisses you deeply.

"it's perfect sweetheart. Can't wait to try it."

"it's not ready to eat, let it cool down for a few minutes," You carefully take it and put it inside the fridge before continuing. "Besides, it's almost eight, should be making dinner instead."

"None of that."

You pause, " What?"

He smirks, "You go up, take a shower and put on your pajamas, I will clean this...mess" He looks around, almost laughing. "And make ourselves tea. We can put those cheesy movies you love so much and cuddle, there's no rush for dinner. Okay?"

You nod and peck his lips two times. "I love you, I'm so lucky to have you with me. Happy Valentine's."

He smiles. "Happy Valentine's, I love you more."

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 2 days ago

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Charm Me | Jeon Jungkook | Two Shot | Part One

Summary: Your best friend's boyfriend's best friend is not someone you had planned on falling for, and honestly you hardly admit it to yourself most days but maybe, just maybe there's something you can do to test those waters... Pairing: f!reader x Jungkook (semi friends to lovers lol) Word Count: 7k~ Warnings: Some curses here and there but nothing major. a/n: Kay so this was supposed to be a one shot but I didn't finish it in time and I wanted to get something out for Valentine's Day so I hope you guys enjoy it 🥰 p.s. barely edited per usual so please excuse any mistakes. I legit decided last minute to make this a two shot lol.

"Come on y/n let's go!" Sadie pleads practically dragging me through the parking lot. "Someone's excited" I laugh, dragging my feet a little to make her task even harder, eventually yanking me through a heart littered archway.

"You finally agreed to come with me to the Valentine's Festival after I had been begging you for years! How could I not be excited?" she says as though her degree of excitement is warranted but with her, excitement is always easy to conjure.

"I've never had a reason to come since I've been single for years" I roll my eyes, the whole thing seemingly pointless if you ask me. "Yet here you are, still single and gracing me with your presence" she says accompanied by a dramatic curtsy, very fitting this time since she happens to be wearing a dress.

Her cute coquette style mismatched with my dark and moody nature is a laughable dichotomy.

Her pink ballet flats walk next to my all black combat boots, the ribbons swaying in her hair stand in stark contrast to the way the light catches on my silver chains, leaving us quite the odd pairing.

"You know, if you keep on hanging on my arm like that people are gonna think we're lesbians" I sigh, not making an effort to pull away. "Is that your way of asking me to be your Valentine" she teases and I roll my eyes.

"Pretty sure Jayson would have a problem with that" I say, pealing her off of me leaving her pouting before grabbing my hand instead and pulling me over to the first of many stalls that line this festival.

"Just because Jayson is my boyfriend doesn't mean he has to be my Valentine...plus he hasn't asked me yet" she sighs dramatically for the fifth time today, a common theme for the past couple of days whenever this topic is brought up.

"You know you could always, I don't know... ask him" I say and her brows furrow leaving me poking the wrinkle on her forehead to make her stop.

"What a ridiculous thing to say" she scoffs and walks off to the next stand leaving me shaking my head and following after her.

Sadie is someone I've been friends with for as long as I can remember. Long enough to have known each other before we made the dramatic split in our senses of style. I'd love to burn the pictures of me in Abercrombie skinny jeans and brightly colored Hollister polos but alas they will forever haunt my memories.

At least I had Sadie though. I wouldn't leave her in the past no matter how many embarrassing stories she's in possession of.

"No way!" she squeals and pulls me over to another stall that's caught her eye. "If you keep on yanking on my arm like that you'll eventually pull it off" I say while rolling my shoulder, making it a point to prevent her from doing so again.

"Sorry" she laughs awkwardly and tries to check on me but I assure her I'm fine, choosing to direct her attention to the table she decided to pull me towards this time.

"Love potions? Really? Jayson is already head over heels for you Sadie, I doubt you'll need help keeping him around" I roll my eyes and try to move onto to the next stall but she pulls me back, gently this time thankfully, clearly enthralled with the concept.

"Not for me silly, for you!" she justifies and takes a closer look, making the mysterious and lowkey sketchy woman behind the table hopeful that she'll get another sucker to fall for her tricks.

"Why would I need a love potion? Last time I checked there's not a man in my life that I'd want to fall in love with me" I say and she cocks a brow at me. "Bullshit" she says, using language that I've hardly every heard from her.

"Someone's feisty today" I chuckle making her expression sour. "What? There's literally no guy I could think of that I'd want to use that on" I reiterate but we both know I'm lying.

But I'm not gonna give that information up though even if she tries to beat it out of me.

"Whatever you say" she huffs and moves onto the next stall.

The rest of our time here is spent doing the same thing over and over again with Sadie trying to find something for Jayson and me just following along getting hungrier by the second as we inch closer and closer to the food stalls that are annoyingly full of food items that look like hearts and roses but I couldn't care less when they smell that good.

"Alright come on dude I'm starving" I say when she's finished paying, still engaged in a conversation with the shop keeper that has been convincing her to buy too many useless things but it's no skin off my nose if she wants to use her daddy's money to buy that nonsense.

"Hey! I was still talking to her" she whines but follows since after my not so subtle mention of needing sustenance she's starting to realize she's just as starving if not more than me when she see's that they're selling heart shaped waffles.

"Okay but afterwards I want to check out a few more stalls!" she compromises and switches to pulling me along again to get in the ever growing line of hungry customers.

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After we've each successfully gained a food baby each Sadie pops around and looks at a few more stalls with me very much ready for a nap.

But let's be honest, I'm always ready for a nap.

"Hey why don't you pull the car around and I'll check out the last few stalls on my own" she suggests but I know she's up to something.

"Why?" I question watching her eyes shift over to a certain stall in particular. "That way it'll safe us a little bit of time and we can get out of here sooner" she explains but I sigh and agree, knowing the faster we get out of here, the better from my perspective at least.

"I'll call you when I get closer to the entrance" I say and she smiles and waves me off while I make the trek back to her car on my own, having brought her car so I would have no means of escape.

When I finally pull up she hops in with at least two or three more bags than she had when I left. "What did you buy?" I ask but all I'm granted is a little giggle accompanied by a no where near suspicious 'Nothing' leaving me rolling my eyes for the last time tonight, knowing that her childlike excitement when it comes to these things truly is endearing to me, but she'll never know that.

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Once Sadie unlocks the door to her apartment we both head over to the table to set down her countless purchases.

"Did you really need another perfume?" I ask, holding up the pink ish stained glass bottle to the light leaving her taking it out of my hands and putting it back on the table. "It's not perfume it's room mist. It's supposed to make the space feel more romantic" she says, giving a shortened version of the sales pitch she no doubt got.

"Right...romantic" I chuckle knowing that it'll probably just be a cheaply made lightly scented mist that's supposed to be all natural with health benefits too but I won't burst her bubble on this one since I know there's enough romance to spare when it comes to her and Jayson.

I swear I can barely stand being alone with them but luckily that's gotten a little better lately.

"I should probably get going soon" I say looking at the clock after I've helped her put everything away for safe keeping, code word for away from Jayson's prying eyes. "Wait why?" she pouts, "I thought you were gonna stay for movie night" she says as if I just told her that she can't wear pink on Wednesdays.

"I don't wanna watch a movie with you and your boyfriend" I cringe at the idea of being left in a room with those two. "Yeah but he's bringing J-" she starts to argue but is cut off by a rhythmic knock on her front door making her expression go from sulking to smug.

"Can you get the door?" she asks and goes back to the kitchen to get the movies snacks ready. "I'm not your butler S" I call back out but my only response is her happily humming and completely ignoring me.

I walk over to the door and open it with Jayson's hand raised up about to knock again which he luckily doesn't because he wouldn't knocked on my forehead instead.

"Impatient are we?" I ask and lean against the doorway, making his efforts of seeing Sadie last a little while longer. "Hi y/n, is Sadie around?" he chuckles, glad he didn't accidentally make an enemy of me tonight. "I mean this is her apartment" I say and he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Yeah I guess you're right" he says making me smirk, knowing I'm playing to scary best friend role perfectly. Looks like he took the threat of me castrating him if he ever hurt Sadie pretty seriously still. "In the kitchen" I say and widen the door, letting him slip past me but when I go to close it I'm met with another person trying to come in right behind him.

"Hey y/n" his deep voice says, no doubt trying to play it cool since he's probably heard that story before as well. "Didn't know you were coming" I say, my tone neutral as I widen the door for him.

"Yeah Jayson said something about a movie night? I heard you were gonna be here so I thought I'd tag along...if that's alright with you of course" Jungkook say, backtracking and clearly embarrassed for admitting that he wanted to see me.

"I mean it's a free country" I shrug my shoulders and close the door, with him waiting for me to lead the way even though he's been here quite a few times already since Sadie and Jayson got together. "Right" he chuckles, not adding much more than that, letting the conversation die.

"Hi baby" Jayson says making Sadie giggle and I avert my eyes before I have to witness another kiss of theirs leaving me bumping into Jungkook's chest, not having expected him to be that close. With him as a result wrapping his arm around me to make sure I don't stumble from the impact.

"Sorry I-" he says but I just unwrap his arm around my waist. "It's fine. I was just a little too dramatic in trying to save myself from witnessing their love" I roll my eyes leaving Sadie pouting but I can tell she's clearly satisfied with seeing Jungkook and I so close.

"Makes sense" he said and rubs the back of his neck and watches as I make my way over to the couch with him soon following my lead.

He's been like this almost since the beginning once he realized that my moody exterior wasn't aimed at him just because he was a stranger but was just a part of my character. Although I'm pretty sure I still make him nervous, he doesn't seem to mind it anymore.

Just like clockwork he sits on one side of the couch while I sit on the other, never crossing spacial boundaries unless necessary or out of convenience like that one time I got roped into sitting in the middle in the backseat next to him on our trip to the beach since we needed more space for the stuff we brought with us.

Curse you Sadie and your tiny car.

I don't even know why we ended up taking her car since it's the smallest out of the four of ours but alas. The result of which was Jungkook's arm draped across the back seat to offer me some more space with me eventually falling asleep on him. Resulting in me lowkey avoiding him after the fact until I realized how ridiculous I was being.

Sadie had also been guilt tripping me at that time about how sad he had been and how lonely he looked hanging out with just her and Jayson and so I finally gave in, knowing I couldn't do this forever. Plus it wasn't like it was his fault or anything. Swimming always makes me sleepy and I should've warned him about that.

He didn't make it a big deal about it when I came back thankfully since I already had to deal with enough teasing from my often merciless best friend so we were luckily able to act as though it never happened. Although ever since then it's happened quite a few times...

"Hey Jungkook do you think you could let me use the arm rest tonight?" Jayson calls out sounding not in the slightest bit suspicious but all of us know what he's doing and Sadie clearly has clearly put him up to it.

"Oh um" Jungkook starts but when he not so subtly glances over in my direction I decide to just put the boy out of his misery. "You can use mine. Sadie and I can sit in the middle" I say resulting in me having to sit next to Jungkook for the next two or so hours.

When I glance at him I can see how the new seating arrangement has made him nervous and so I decide to torture the boy a little. "As long as that's okay with you Jungkook?" I ask, tilting my head at him which has him nervously glancing back over at me before clearing his throat and practically squirming him his seat before nodding 'yes'.

"Perfect!" Sadie says and with the help of Jayson brings over all the snacks and presses play on the pre approved movie from our group chat debate.

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As the movie drags on I watch my vision go in and out of focus, leaving me shaking my head in an effort to try and wake myself up. "You okay?" Jungkook whispers and I hum. "Just a little sleepy" I respond assuring him I'm alright. He hums back and adjusts his posture, draping his arm around the couch, as a not so subtle invitation for me to lean on him.

The corner of my mouth turns up at that and I can tell that he noticed it, making him not as nervous about his offer anymore.

The dynamic between Jungkook and I has been...peculiar to say the least.

I wouldn't consider him a close friend or even a friend really. Maybe more like a friend by proxy since we do end up spending a lot of time together. With both of our best friends insisting that the two of us tag along with neither of us having the real desire to tell them no.

We've had a good conversation here and there when Sadie and Jayson are wrapped up in their own little world but I won't lie to you when I say that there have been some days or nights where we just sit in silence, watching the love birds do what they do.

If you ask me though it's never felt awkward. Has he been awkward and nervous? Yes. But it doesn't really bother me either.

I wouldn't say that I seek out his company but I can't say that I don't feel a little disappointed when he's not around. More like there's something missing because obviously someone is missing, plus I'm forced to pay more attention to the two of them if it's just me.

It's times like that when he works up the courage to text me. Explaining why he wasn't able to make it as though he felt obligated to do so but he makes sure to offer me an ear when I want to complain about the nonsense those two get up to or what they managed to rope me into.

He sends funny memes to cheer me up, somehow knowing my sense of humor perfectly or complains to me in return about how boring and monotonous his job can be making me smile when he tells me he has to go because his boss is watching. As though he was a nervous teenager that couldn't spend a second away from his crush.

He couldn't have a crush on me could he? No, no that's not right.

I let my thoughts of Jungkook drift off, the low hum of the TV soon lulling me to sleep resulting in me leaning against him, with him adjusting his posture to make it more comfortable for me, his arm soon migrating from resting on the back of the couch to loosely around my waist.

Something I've always noticed when I wake up though is that he's so comfortable. As though being this close to him feels natural. I will admit that when I've partially stirred awake and realized what I'd done I don't make an effort to wake up or pull away, indulging in the comfort for just a little while longer.

I feel bad though for the times that I wake up and he has to leave right away or when Sadie pulls me over and let's me lay on her lap to continue sleeping, making it a little easier for him to head out. It's as though he waits until the very last minute just to let me sleep a little while longer, not wanting to disturb me for as long as he can.

Tonight isn't one of those nights though, the ones where he has somewhere to go or some place to be.

He just stays there, being as still as he can, letting me cuddle up to him as little or as much as I want to, eventually helping me lay my head down on his lap once Jayson and Sadie turn in for the night. The position being the slightest bit more comfortable this time with me eventually waking up three hours after the movie had finished.

My head is resting on his upper thigh, with my face basically buried into his torso but he doesn't seem to mind when I turn onto my back and see him absentmindedly scrolling through his phone.

"What time is it?" I mumble, slightly startling him but he smiles at my groggy state soon after. "One thirty" he mumbles back, keeping his voice down so he doesn't force me awake too quickly.

"You could've woken me up" I say, slowly sitting up and stretching before straightening out my appearance just the slightest bit. "I didn't have anywhere to be so I thought I'd just let you sleep" he shrugs and I hum. "Plus you seemed pretty exhausted so I thought you could use the rest" he adds and I can't help but give him a soft, hardly conscious smile.

"Thanks" and he just smiles back at me. We sit there for a little while, and he eventually hands me a bottle of water that's on the coffee table to hopefully help me wake up but after a while I sigh and rest back back against the couch again.

"What?" he chuckles, sensing my struggle. "Sadie was supposed to give me a ride home" I huff, realizing the predicament I've been put in, just because I wanted to get some shut eye.

"I can give you a ride" he chuckles, seeing the clear solution but I shake my head.

"I can't just keep you here and use you as my human pillow then have you give me a ride home as well" I counter but he just smiles. "It's really not a big deal" he counters and I sigh again, knowing he's probably not gonna take no for an answer.

I can't help but get this...this indescribable feeling in my stomach that I so desperately want to ignore when I think about being alone with him. We are alone right now but that somehow seems...different.

"I have to go somewhere on your side of town anyways so your place is on my way" he says making me smile at his blatant lie. "At two in the morning?" I chuckle, checking my phone and quickly turning down the brightness so it won't blind me anymore.

"Yeah it's uh...open for twenty four hours" he say, making excuses to fit his claims. "You're lying to me aren't you?" I say, calling him out making him look down at his lap, slightly defeated seeing his excuse didn't work this time.

"Yeah" he mumbles making me smile. "You could always just say that you want to give me a ride" I chuckle and from the way he clears his throat and looks away I can tell that that sentence has a completely different meaning to him than I had intended.

"I um...I want to give you a ride...home. A ride home" he stammers, the whole interaction quite amusing to me. "Sure, I'd like that" I say and stand up with him getting up immediately, patting his pockets and making sure he has his keys.

I grab my purse and make sure I have everything I need as well and when he sees that I didn't bring a warm jacket he gives me the other one he brought that he had put aside when he came in. "What's this for?" I ask, taking it suspiciously and draping it over my arm.

"We're just walking to your car right? Pretty sure I don't need this for that short of a walk" I say and try to hand it back to him. He takes it back but instead wraps it around me and helps me put it on regardless, even going through the effort of zipping it up for me.

"Trust me, you'll need it" he smiles softly after seeing how it fits me, clearly satisfied seeing me wearing something of his.

"I look silly don't I?" I say, turning towards the full length mirror Sadie has in her entry way but he chuckles and shakes his head, standing behind me and looking at me through the reflection.

"It looks perfect on you" he says just as soft as his smile and opens the door, urging for me to go in true gentlemanly like fashion leaving me rolling my eyes but going along with his efforts nonetheless.

I lock up the apartment with my spare key and follow him as he leads me to what I had expected to be his usual black BMW but what I'm met with is an equally as black Harley Davidson with him unlocking the compartment in the back and handing me his spare helmet.

This item although I don't take so willingly.

"You're joking right?" I scoff and cross my arms, the longer sleeves from his jacket by design giving me sweater paws making my stance a whole less defiant than I wanted. A pouty aura now stands in it's place.

"What? Never ridden a motorcycle before?" he smirks and walks over to me, choosing to put it on for me since he's pretty sure I wouldn't do it from my argument against this whole idea to begin with.

"No I haven't and I don't plan to" I huff and try to take it off but he chuckles and holds it down against my head making me accept defeat with this part at least. Just because I put on the helmet doesn't mean I actually have to ride it.

"You scared?" he chuckles, adjusting the strap under my chin and making sure it fits just right, smiling, satisfied with his work, amused with my soured expression. "I am not scared!" I argue and he smirks.

"Then what's the problem sweetheart?" he says, his first time even daring to use a pet name with me catching me off guard.

"The problem is, sweetheart, is that I don't wan't to. Those things are dangerous!" I argue and he smiles before putting his helmet on as well and taking my bag to place it in the back seat compartment and closes it.

"Hey!" I argue when I realize what he's done, trying to get it back but it seems it locks automatically leaving my efforts sans key useless.

"Do you trust me?" he asks and my brows furrow, honestly not knowing the answer yet making me look away. "Y/n" he says, placing both of his hands on my shoulders and urging me to look at him leaving me ultimately relenting.

"Do you trust me?" he repeats, all the times I've let him in even in the slightest rushing through my psyche. Hell even just moments ago when I had been asleep and in a vulnerable state I trusted him to watch over me and so I nod my head.

Admitting to him and myself that I've let him in, that I've let him break down these walls that I've built up even in the slightest making the sides of his eyes crinkle, the mask like helmet making it impossible to see his complete expression.

"Good, now get on"

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I hold onto him as tight as I possibly can while he safely swerves between lanes and warns me when he's about to go around a bend and I can tell that everything about this predicament amuses him.

"You know you can relax a little when we hit red lights" he calls out to me over the roar of the engine but my only answer is a quick 'Nope' while I grasp onto him tighter, his reactions always a dark chuckle that I can feel through his back that's pressed impossibly close to my chest the tighter I cling to him.

At those red lights though he tends to remind me to keep my legs spread just a little wider, making sure I don't burn my calves on the hot metal of the bike. Placing both of his hands on my knees and spreading them a little wider. The act alone in this case is innocent but in others that I curse my mind for wandering to is anything but that.

"Hey" he calls out, the roar of his Harley no longer audible making his voice seem that much louder. "Yeah?" I ask, still completely clueless as to what he's trying to alert me to. "You can let go now" he chuckles, the sound no longer just felt but heard makes me pull back, so thankful his back is turned to me still.

"Sorry, I didn't realize we had gotten here already" I say and he shakes his head and pulls off his helmet before getting off and leaving me sliding down a little on the seat, loosing my balance and grabbing onto the handlebars.

"I thought you said you didn't like motorcycles" he taunts and I huff. "I don't" I roll my eyes making him even more amused. "Really? Because you look like you're about to steal it from me" he points out, nodding towards my hands that are very much still on the handle bars.

I let go of it as though I had burned myself and quickly getting off the bike, losing my balance and making Jungkook on instinct grabs my hips to keep me on my feet.

After regaining my composure and realizing the predicament we're in leave me the one to call in back to reality. My hands although are still very much holding onto his biceps with his hands still gripping my hips with an almost bruising strength.

I look up at him, seeing as he's looking down at me, an unreadable expression written on his face as though he was struggling with something leaving me really having to break him out of his train of thought.

"Jungkook?" I say, loosening my grip on his arms. "Hmm?" he hums, still clearly lost in whatever thoughts had been holding him hostage, still looking at me but almost as if he couldn't focus on one feature.

"Jungkook?" I say again, this time smiling and that breaks him out of it a bit more. "You can let go now" I laugh, leaving him blinking and letting go, taking a step back making both of our arms fall at our sides now.

"Sorry um...are you okay?" he asks, remembering the fact that I almost fell on my ass. "I'm fine, are you?" I tilt my head at him leaving him looking away, a rosy tint deepening on his cheeks even in this twilight surrounding us.

"Can you help me with this?" I ask after trying to struggle and get the helmet off leaving his mouth utter a inaudible 'oh' before stepping closer again and unbuckling the intricate strap under my chin.

"See, home safe and sound" he chuckles after putting the helmets away and giving me my bag back. "Slightly traumatized but safe nonetheless" I say making the corner of his mouth turn up.

"It wasn't that bad was it?" he asks with him now tilting his head at me, now understanding his reaction to when I do it. "Never make me do that again" I huff and turn to walk away and when I hear the sound of two sets of foot steps instead of one I turn around and watch as his steps stutter and come to a halt.

"What?" he asks when he's met with a confused look. "What are you doing?" I ask and he's now the one rolling his eyes at me. "Walking you to the door?" he nods towards my front door making me cross my arms over my chest.

"Why?" I cock my brow, "I'm perfectly capable of walking there myself" I argue but he looks down and chuckles. "I know, but I want to" he says when he looks back up at me, something about it making my heart flutter and therefore making me more susceptible to the whole idea.

"Fine" I say and it's at that point I notice the fact that he had in fact planned this. Him having parked in a visitor parking space and going through the effort of taking his helmet off as well. Clearly showing me he had no intention of leaving right away making me turn around to hide the no doubt embarrassed expression on my face.

His footsteps trail behind me as I walk over to the stairs, choosing to not take the elevator because the thought alone of being in that small of a space with him seems intimidating enough.

It's not like I'm on the fifth floor or something...just the third, making both of us slightly winded by the time we get to my door.

He waits as I unlock my door and when I turn around he still doesn't look like he's in much of a rush to leave. "You gonna head home?" I ask, tossing my keys on the hooks next to my door and he smile. "You're not gonna invite me in?" he asks, nodding inside and I look back assessing the state of it and decide it's in an okay state to have visitors.

"Do you wanna come inside?" I ask and he again clears his throat and looks away. Damn this boy has an even dirtier mind than I do. "Yeah um sure" he says, rubbing the back of his neck, the tips of his ears pink as if he wasn't the one that suggested this making me smile and walk in, leaving an open invitation.

He follows soon after and closes the door behind him, quietly since it's about to be three in the morning so he doesn't feel like contributing to me getting an eviction notice.

"It's been a while since you've been here huh?" I ask, grabbing both of us waters from the fridge with him nodding and taking it from me, making it a point to brush his fingers against mine before I pull back.

"Yeah. It looks a little different" he says while taking in some things he hadn't noticed before, one of which being my little black cat that does a big stretch before walking over to him, smelling him and circling around his legs as if he was sizing him up.

"I didn't know you had a cat" he says, leaning down and offering his hand down for him to get a little bit more familiar with his scent. "What's his name?" he asks, looking back up at me after having crouched down to pet him, seeing that he's taken a liking to him which surprises me to say the least.

"Shadow" I say and I can't help but smile at the sight. "Hi Shadow" he coos again leaving me caught off guard when Shadow starts purring. "He really never takes a real liking to strangers, or at least not this quickly" I say and he smiles before standing back up, leaving me looking back up at him again.

"I guess I'm just a likable guy" he jokes making me roll my eyes and sit down on the couch with him following after me. "You've got some pretty heavy duty curtains there" he points out, seeing my very dark, very black curtains to match my whole aesthetic.

"I have trouble sleeping sometimes so it's easier for me to keep as much light out that I can if I end up having to sleep during the day" I shrug and place my water down on the coffee table with him soon following after.

"Is that why you're so sleepy all the time?" he asks making me hum, "Yeah, sorry about that" I apologize but he smiles and shakes his head. "There's nothing to be sorry about, I'm just glad I'm able to help you get some sleep sometimes" he says, his smile soon turning shy making him look away.

His act of going in and out of shy to confident makes him that much more entertaining to me. With him although practically squirming under my gaze one second to practically giving me butterflies in the next. It's an interesting dynamic but one I don't put much thought into.

"Are you gonna have trouble sleeping tonight? You know with that long nap that you had" he says sheepishly as if he wasn't the one I had fallen asleep on.

"Maybe, but I'm used to it" I shrug my shoulders and he nods, clearly trying to think through what he wants to say next but before he's able to a loud thunder clap resounds through my apartment, making me almost jump into his lap, the sudden sound catching me off guard.

"You alright?" he asks and I clear my throat awkwardly, and sit back, going back to my respective side of the couch. "Yup totally fine, completely fine actually. How are you doing?" I babble, clearly giving myself away which now is amusing him.

"You're afraid of thunderstorms aren't you?" he asks, tilting his head at me and I nod, giving in right away because there's no use hiding this obvious answer.

"Are you gonna be able to sleep through it?" he asks and although I know what he's gonna offer next I don't want to take advantage of his kindness especially since I don't want him to end up thinking I led him on because I can't make up my mind in the future.

"Probably not" I admit and he hums, thinking about it for a second before saying what I knew he was going to. "I could stay...if you want?" he asks, not wanting to overstep but sensing from my body language alone that I might need someone.

"I-" "How about this. I don't really like the idea of riding my motorcycle in the middle of a thunderstorm so do you think you could offer me a place to stay for the night?" he asks, making me see that although I know he's doing this for me he does end up benefitting from it at least a little bit...or a lot a bit.

I think about it for a second and although I know I'm gonna say yes I can't help but hesitate. The thought of letting him stay making this whole thing I know we're starting to feel for each other that much more real.

"I guess it would be pretty shitty of me to kick you out in the rain huh?" I smile, wanting to add a little humor to the tension I clearly feel growing between us. "I mean it's your choice but I would really appreciate it if you didn't" he jokes making me smile.

"You can stay on one condition" I say and he hums at that but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have it any other way. "You have to sleep in my bed. My couch is too short and I'd feel horrible if you woke up with a kink in your neck or something because of it" I say and he gives me a cheeky smile.

"It would defeat the purpose if I slept anywhere else but with you. You know, so I can keep you calm through the storm?" he chuckles and I nod, glad that we're on the same page although for different reasons.

"Did you wanna borrow some clothes? I have some baggy sweats and your waist is pretty small from what I remember so they'd probably fit you" I ramble and I know at that point that I've said way too much when he gives me a wicked smile.

"Have you been checking me out y/n?" he asks and scoots just a bit closer. "No, no I just remember from the few times we've gone to the beach together. You know, with Sadie and Jayson?" I make excuses but he's not buying it.

"So you haven't been checking me out now but you did then?" his smile never leaving his face.

"Did you want the clothes or not?" I scowl making him even more enticed to keep teasing but he hums in agreement and watches as I jump up from the couch.

"Wait here" I say and he nods his head, resting his arm across the back of the couch and spreading his legs just a little wider than necessary with him shamelessly checking me out as much as I am with him.

I scurry off to my room though, the thought of crossing anymore lines with him than I'm about to already is something I'm not ready for yet...yet? No! I'm not ready for period! I'm not ready for anything like that and I don't want to put a strain on our relationship if something ends up happening.

I change and take some very much needed deep breaths before going back to the living room with the baggy set of clothes I had offered to him and see that he's started to explore. He takes a closer look at the pictures that I have hung up and zeroes in on one on my desk of Sadie and I in those aforementioned pictures I had mentioned.

"You looked really different here" he chuckles and I walk over and put the picture frame face down, not wanting him to have to see that image for any longer.

"I didn't have much of a choice back then. Plus you know that was the style back then" I explain and hand him the clothes before resting against the desk, making sure he doesn't try to look at it again.

He hums and takes the clothes making my eyes furrow. "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask but he smiles and shakes his head. "Nothing" he says and places the clothes on the desk next to me.

"What do you mean it's nothing? It has to be something if you're acting like that" I huff and glare at him as he looks away, clearly more amused at this situation than I can comprehend. "I just had an image in my head of you always dressing like you usually do" he says and looks down at me, making me realize just how little space is left between us.

"How do I usually dress?" I ask, knowing the answer but wanting him to elaborate, wanting to know exactly what he thinks about the way that I dress. "You know, all dark and scary" he smirks and places both of his hands on either side of my hips on the desk, leaning down to my height making me back away from him.

"You think I'm scary?" I scoff and look away, trying to hide how much his close proximity has caught me off guard. "I used to" he hums making me look at him, his honesty although obvious is peculiar to admit at this point.

"And now?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper making the corner of his mouth upturn but before he's able to respond another roar of thunder smashes us out of our "Moment" if you could even call it that. Embarrassingly forcing me to cling onto him as if my life depended on it, with him on instinct wrapping his arms around my waist to keep me steady, now realizing just how scared I truly am.

"Hey, it's okay, you're okay" he says in a hushed tone, pulling me even closer, him feeling the rapid beating of my heart through my chest.

He rests his head on top of mine with me practically trying to crawl into his chest with how close I'm trying to be and he finds it endearing to say the least. "You're safe, I got you" he says, after another one roars, making me cling onto him, practically shaking at this point.

"How do you know?" I mumble against his chest and he pushes me away and leans down so he could be at my level. I look away again, this time trying to hide how completely embarrassed I am for being so scared of something that I know is silly but I can't help it.

He tilts his head trying to catch my glance and when that doesn't work he cups my cheek and brings me back over to him but even then in my stubbornness when I still won't look at him he tilts my chin up and I finally relinquish to his efforts.

"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you" he says softly and I nod before going back in, knowing that at the end of the day he's the one who's gonna keep me safe.

No matter what he's always gonna be there for me...and that's what scares me.

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Alright I was able to quickly finish this before having to get ready for the date! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m almost done a prompt for Melissa which should be out tomorrow or the next day and it’s smutty!

Just Tired - Part 9

Warnings: Manipulative relationship (mentioned)

Words: 2.6k

You feel her lips on you really quickly before you both pull back. You have no idea what to say so you just stare at her wide eyes. Before you know it, she goes for your lips again and kisses you properly. She deepens the kiss and puts one of her hands on your cheek and that’s when you pull back.

“Melissa…” You say breathlessly. She hums and goes to kiss you again but you stop her by putting a finger on her lips. She looks at your finger before looking at your face with a confused expression. “As much as I would love to kiss you, you just broke up with your husband after being with him for 25 years. You’re vulnerable right now and I don’t want to take advantage of that, of you.” You tell her and remove your finger from her mouth.

“But I really want to kiss you.” She says softly and holds your hand.

“I really want to kiss you as well but again, you just broke up with someone you’ve been with for most of your life. I’m not a rebound or someone that you kiss because I’m there in your moment of need.” You tell her sternly and she looks down.

“I’m sorry.” She says and you place your finger under her chin and get her to look up.

“You don’t have to apologise. You haven’t done anything wrong, you’re just trying to get what you need to try and help you through this situation.” You tell her gently. “Maybe we should go to the bar this weekend, get you out there and kiss girls, it seems that’s what you need.” You tell her and she nods.

“That sounds good.” She says and then looks at you. “Can we still cuddle?” She asks and you smile at her.

“Of course.” You say.

“Can we spoon? With me being the little one?” She asks you excitedly and you nod.

“Get comfortable then.” You tell her and she lays down and turns away from you.

You wrap your arm around her before pulling her closer to you, right up against your body. Maybe you should find some women to make out with as well, or even have sex with as you’re incredibly turned on right now.

Morning came sooner than you would like and you wake to your alarm. You turn it off and you go to get up but strong arms pull you back.

“Melissa, you don’t have to work but I do.” You tell her and she gets your arm to wrap around her again. “Ok five minutes and then I’m going, ok?” You tell her and she nods. You set an alarm to go off after five minutes and then you put your phone down and cuddle her while she gets more comfortable against your body.

5 minutes go by and you see Melissa fell asleep so you carefully get up and get dressed. You get your clothes on, apply a tiny amount of makeup before you go downstairs. You pack one of the meals that Melissa made for you and you put it in your backpack before you grab your helmet and leave. You get your bike out and get on it before you take off to work.

30 minutes later and you pull up to the school at the same time that Jacob and Janine arrive.

“Hey Y/n, I didn’t know you biked to work.” Janine says to you as Jacob checks out your bike.

“Well to be honest, Melissa was driving me to work but she’s not coming today.” You admit to them as you lock your bike to the bike rack. “I ran out of gas last week and she’s been nice enough to drive me to work as we live so close to each other.” You add and you all walk into the school.

“Wow, I wasn’t sure if Melissa had a soul, or much less, kindness.” Jacob says and you snort.

An hour later and you’re teaching your students some new words when you feel a vibration in your pocket. You ignore it at first but then you get a couple others and then you get your kids to write down sentences with some of those words.

You sit down at your desk and you get your phone out to read the texts that you got.

Melissa: Where did you go?

Melissa: Oh, you’re at school, never mind

Melissa: Missing your touches

You’re about to reply but then another one pops up.

Melissa: My car is still here, how did you get to school?”

You: I biked all the way, ran out of breath but oh well

Melissa: I could have driven you or you could have used my car. Honestly, your generation is so damn stubborn.

She texts that to you and you can’t help a smile that forms on your face. Just then a student comes up to your desk and you put your phone down before helping them.

Another hour later and you’re marking the sentence work that they were doing as you get them to draw. As you’re doing some marking, Barb knocks on your door.

“Hello my dears, I just have to have a word with your teacher.” Barb tells your class and you smile before you get up and meet her in the hallway.

“What’s up?” You ask her.

“Could you please text Melissa back and tell her that she didn’t ruin anything last night.” She tells you and you look at her confused.

“I think I’m gonna need some context.”

“She’s been texting me all morning, saying that she thinks she screwed up with you because she kissed you.” She clarified and you sigh.

“I already told her last night that I want to kiss her but not after she just broke up with Joe.” You tell her.

“Well she might need it in writing because she’s on the verge of a meltdown. She really does care about you and you’re her safety net right now.” She tells you and you nod.

“I’ll text her.” You tell her and she tilts her head. “As soon as I get back to my desk then I’ll text her and reassure her.” You tell her and she nods her head before going back to her classroom. You get back to your desk and you get your phone out.

You: Just got a visit from Barb, saying that you weren’t sure if you screwed up because of the kiss

You type it out and you send it and it takes a few minutes before you get a reply.

Melissa: I might be wondering that

Melissa: Did I screw up?

You: No, you didn’t

Melissa: Oh thank god. I should probably text Barb an apology.

You: Probably. I don’t have a lot of time to text as I’m teaching the kiddos new lessons today.

Melissa: Ok, btw is it ok if I use your kitchen to cook something?

You: I don’t think that kitchen has ever been used to cook anything but go for it

Melissa: Ya it looks very untouched and sad.

You: I already told you that me and my roommate don’t cook, but go crazy with the cooking

Melissa: Thank you! 😊

You put your phone down and continue grading the paper before you hand them back to everyone and then you go to the next lesson. While the students are doing some work, you pull Gracie out into the hallway.

“I heard that you requested to be transferred to Mrs. Schemmenti’s class, is there a reason?” You ask her and she nods.

“Nancy is in her class and we’re best friends.” Gracie tells you.

“Well what if it’s arranged that Nancy gets transferred to my class? Mrs. Schemmenti already got one of my students and we wouldn’t want to overwhelm her with new students.” You tell her and Gracie nods.

“Ok, that would be ok.” She tells you and you smile before you both walk back into the class.

At lunch you decide to grab your lunch and bring it back to your classroom and video chat Melissa.

“Hey!” She answers it after a couple rings and her face pops into view.

“Hey, wondering how you were doing?” You ask her.

“Oh I’m good so far.” She tells you and you can see her stirring something. “I ran into your roommate, she thinks we’re in a relationship, she called me Y/n’s girlfriend.” She tells you and you snort.

“Well I don’t blame her. You’ve been staying with me in my room, we’ve been cuddling and touching and leaving food at my place.” You say and she smiles.

“Oh she asked if she could take a portion of something as everything I have smells good, so I gave her some food.” She tells you.

“Trying to win people over with your amazing cooking?”

“Amazing cooking and winning personality.” She jokes and then sees what you’re eating. “I see you’re having one of the meals that I made.” She says and you nod.

“Well when you bring over perfect homemade food and say I can have some, then I won’t say no.” You tell her and she giggles.

“By the way, how are my little eagles?” She asks you.

“They’re doing good, I don’t know who the sub is but they did mention that they miss you and asked me when you’re coming back.” You tell her and she hums.

“I’m taking tomorrow off as well but hopefully I'll be back on Monday.” She says to you and you nod. “Oh I’m getting a text from Barb.” She says and looks at it. “She’s asking if we’re talking as you only said a hello to her in the lunch room before booking it out of there.” She tells you and you laugh. “And Y/n, thanks for letting me know that I didn’t ruin anything last night.”

“That’s not a problem, you really didn’t ruin anything. I really do want to kiss you but-”

“I know, I’m not in the right mindset, and you’re right, I’m not.” She tells you.

“What are you making?” You ask her.

“That is for me to know and for you to find out. Since you’re a fan of Italian culture then I want to see if you’ll be able to guess.” She says.

“Well I’m definitely a fan of this one Italian person.” You say and she smiles before shaking her head at you.

“I’m Sicilian but thank you.” She says and you snort.

“Are these meals for the following week for you?”

“They’re actually for you and your roommate, as a thank you. And since you won’t be buying crap meals or food at all, maybe you can use some money and put gas in your car.” She says and you smile.

“I’ll definitely do that and just pay the tow company when I get paid.” You tell her. “I’ll stop by a gas station on the way home and get some.” You say and she nods.

The two of you spend the rest of your lunch talking until the bell rings and you say goodbye to her before going to pick your kids up. You don’t end up having time to text her as the kids need help with the next lesson after story time. You go outside and get ready to go on your bike when you run into Barb.

“Y/n, Melissa told me that you’re taking her to some lesbian bar or something like that.” She tells you and you nod.

“Yes, a gay bar on the weekend. I figured she could use some food and explore herself more.” You tell her.

“Well she seems excited for it and I’m happy you’re helping her be herself again and I know she greatly appreciates it.” She tells you and you nod before she goes home. You get on your bike and bike to the gas station to pick up some gas before going home.

“Melissa, I’m home.” You shout out and she comes down the stairs with her suitcase a couple minutes later.

“You��re going to Barb’s place?” You ask her and she nods. “That’s a shame, I was enjoying having a girl to cuddle at night.” You tell her with a smile and she smiles back at you.

“I was enjoying it too but we both knew it was only temporary.” She says and you nod. “I left the meals in the fridge, you can text me the answer of what you think each one is.” She says and you nod. “I want to thank you for helping me out and I can’t wait to go to the bar with you on Saturday. Which reminds me that I should stop by the house tomorrow when Joe is at work, and pick up some more clothes and makeup for Saturday and for the week.” She says and you nod.

“I’ll see you Saturday.” You tell her and you both hug each other before she leaves.

You end up having dinner and get the answer right when you text her your guess. After you eat you scroll through Disney+ for something to watch until bedtime. You end up having a shower at night as you were starting a routine and then you go to bed. You awake a few hours later to the sound of your phone as you’re getting a call. You answer it and put it to your ear.

“Hello?” You say groggily, forgetting to see who it was.

“Hey Y/n.” You hear Melissa’s voice on the other end.

“Melissa? What’s up?” You ask her through a yawn.

“Well, I woke up from a nightmare and can’t fall back asleep. And I was wondering if you can come over here or if I can go over to your place?” She asks you.

“What’s Barb’s address? And you’ll have to let me in.” You tell her and she gives you the address. “Alright be there in about 15 minutes.” You tell her before hanging up. “This woman has me wrapped around her finger. Why else would I drive at 2am just because she had a nightmare?” You ask yourself as you drive to Barb’s place. It’s a good thing you decided to fill the tank before you went to bed.

You get to Barb’s place and Melissa lets you in before she leads you to the guest bedroom that she’s staying in.

“And you decided to spend an extra night at my place instead of here?” You ask her as you see the guest bedroom is much nicer than your room.

“Your place isn’t as nice but it had one thing that this place doesn’t.” She says and you look at her. “It doesn’t have you.” She says and you smile at her.

“Well now I’m here.” You tell her and she nods.

“Thank you for coming over.” She tells you before she goes up to you and gives you a hug. “Do you mind staying over so we can cuddle?” She asks you and you nod before you both climb into bed.

“I honestly just need some sleep as I know the kids will be excited that it’s Friday.” You tell her and she nods.

“Can I be the big spoon this time? I really want to hold you.” She says and you nod.

“Of course. I’m pretty much open to any sort of cuddling.” You tell her and then lie down. She wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer to her.

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Valentine’s Edition: Earl Grey&Creaky Floorboards

Warnings: Price x gn!Reader, plus size Reader, fluff, a lot of repetition, some love for the captain and some captain for you, suggestive themes, smut at the end

John is a hardworking man — the dedication in an army-issued fatigues, the ambition draped in rough fabrics and worked to the bone, the sacrifice on sacrifice.

He barely has time to be present for big holidays — too much work at the base and too much work in the field and a whole lot of trouble if he doesn’t finish up the report that was requested two weeks ago but drowned in the pile on his desk.

But somehow this year is different.

Rookies don’t act up, command doesn’t lose their shit, his whole team requests leave of absence from the base and practically runs to get on the bus as soon as he says “yes”.

A miracle all of them got partners in the same year, but from what John saw it had a positive effect on their morale and overall mood.

So he doesn’t press for details when his lieutenant spends forty minutes scrolling through movie recommendations on his phone.

Or when both his sergeants run in laps brainstorming ideas for this Valentine’s Day.

It’s a rare occurrence for things to go smoothly so when his own leave gets approved John is ready to say a quick prayer.

But he has enough energy only to get home back to you, wash up and crawl into the bed. Which is already a lot.

House is a little cold in February, he will need to turn up the heat in the morning, he will need to do a hundred different things in the morning, but right now he can relax.

John groans quietly when you open the covers for him to get in the comforting warmth, murmurs “you are angel, luv”, voice thick with gratitude and exhaustion.

He wraps himself around you — one palm resting on the soft flesh of your tummy, knee nudged between your plush thighs and nose nuzzled in your hair, his whole body melting into yours. He missed you badly.

He knows you missed him too. It’s way past your bedtime when he comes home and yet, you still waited up to welcome him to bed. You still fought sleep to finally doze off when he gets into bed.

Probably were out cold before he finished wrapping his body around yours — the weight of him, the radiating warmth and calloused palms lulling you to sleep better than any pill.

It’s one of the few rare nights no one wakes him up with an urgent call. No one rips him out of the soft feel of you in his hands and heat of multiple blankets you hide under.

Like a den. Just for the two of you. Safe and hidden from the world, slotted together like a proper little puzzle, his lips pressing to a soft spot behind your ear. This is bliss.

These moments are exactly what he needs when everything is gruelling and heavy.

John swears on one of these days he will actually sign his resignation letter and never leave again. It would be lovely to spend the rest of his life with you. Sleeping and waking up in hazy mornings, helping you get ready for work, getting a pet. Or a baby, if you’d feel like you two would like one.

The night is tender to John in a ways it rare is and he allowed himself to dream as he slowly dozed off.

Or he could save up some more so you both can retire. A quiet life in a countryside with a flock of chickens and you by his side. Maybe even some bees — you have a sweet tooth and he’d love to indulge it.

He’d love to keep you warm and fed and happy for the rest of your lives.

To give you the stability you deserve. The safe assurance that he will always come home for dinner.

But it all can wait for now. Nothing matters other than his lovely spouse in his hands and their limbs tangled under warm blankets.

John falls asleep shortly after you, pressed to your body, one hand holding you close to him — even if he doesn’t move, you have a tendency to move around the bed and well…floors are cold and hard.

Better safe than bruised.

Morning comes as soft as it could — sky is heavy with clouds, light seeping through curtains and colouring the floors in warm greys. It’s still too early to actually get up, everything outside the bed too cold for the comfort of tender pliant from sleep body.

You get up first, slinging feet in warm thick socks on the floors and pressing a gentle kiss to John’s cheek, giggling quietly when he grumbles — his limbs heavy with sleep, eye half-lidded and he’s so relaxed it makes your heart flutter.

Floorboards quietly creak under your steps, as you pull on John’s sweater and giggle again when he flips onto the stomach, watching you with eyes so soft he probably doesn’t even realise it.

Sometimes you aren’t even sure John knows how much it’s evident that he loves you. All of you, every breathing moment of his life, every moment he has to himself.

“Mornin’, husband”, you whisper for some reason and smile wider when he pulls your pillow closer, propping his chin on it.

“Mornin’, luv.”, he’s still sleep-drunk and soft, hoarse voice sending delicious shivers down your spine. It feels like he melts harder when you call him husband. When you wear his sweater, when you look at him like that.

“I’m gonna make us tea, I’ll come back”, you announce, still whispering, your hair messy and your smile wider when his eyes graze your knees, tongue licking his lips.

Someone’s in the good mood.

The kitchen is cold, but you feel so warm it’s almost hot. There are very few days you and John are awarded a morning like that.

A quiet one. A soft one. A domestic one.

Metal of the kettle softly clinks when you put it on the stove, fire sparkling to life, hungrily licking on red enamel. You hum to yourself, squinting when morning light hits your face.

John joins you after a little bit, his hands just coming out of nowhere — wrapping around your midsection and pulling back, earning himself a yelp that rewards you with a huffing laughter.

Price doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his smile when he kisses your cheek, palms groping at the soft swell of your belly. He is big and heavy in the most delicious way, wrapping himself around you as much as he physically can, pressing short tickling kisses all over.

You never want this moment to end.

“You’r beautiful”, he grumbles quietly and playfully bites your shoulder before nuzzling in you neck again. Still sleepy, aching to get you back in bed and back in his hands. Back in your den.

“And you are in a good mood”, you chuckle, turning off the stove when kettle starts whistling. John tenses up whenever he hears high or loud noises this early in the morning — brain not fully registering he’s home.

He’d never admit it but he doesn’t need to. You can see it.

John patiently waits for you to brew teas for both of you, mugs so different it’s almost comical, his brows quirking when he notices it, but he doesn’t say anything.

Like he doesn’t want to break the quiet peaceful silence stretching between you two. Like he wants to prolong it as much as possible.

“Le’s go back to bed”, his palms do not leave your belly, lips ghosting over your shoulders, pressing less than innocent kiss just below your ear.

“Still sleepy?”, there’s teasing lilt to your voice but he just hums, nodding, hugging you tighter. You aren’t even sure he cares much for tea right now.

“ ‘ve ought to give you proper Valentine’s Day present”, he mumbles, teeth pressing to the crook of your neck, his whole body leaning into yours when you gasp. “Fancy celebratin’ with your husband?”, his voice drips with satisfaction, pads of his fingers sinking into your soft flesh, his hips rolling to show just how much he missed you.

“When have I ever said no to gifts from my favourite husband?”, you murmur, laughing when he huffs out in your neck, his affection seeping into you, soaking through.

You can feel his grin when he kisses your neck again.

“ ‘m the only husband.”, John breathes out, pulling you out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom. Back under the heat and security of your heavy blankets.

“You tell yourself that.”, you giggle harder when he hoists you up, carrying you the last few feet to the bed, his touches less than innocent now.

“Cheeky li’le thing.”, there is adoration in his every word, his eyes dark and half-lidded, palms scorching on your skin when he pulls your legs over his shoulders.

“Your cheeky little thing”, you talk back, goosebumps raising on your skin when he pulls his sweater off you, slowly lowering himself under the covers. It’s hot to be under so many blankets.

It’s hot to be under him.

You never want to leave.

“Mine”, he agrees, voice dropping lower when he settles between your thighs properly and rubs his cheek on your inner thigh, eyes crinkling when you gasp, his beard scratching the thin skin there. “Always mine.”

And then he slides lower, his mouth on you — sinfully hot and slick, tongue leaving you gasping and whimpering. Sweetest sounds from his sweetest spouse.

Only his. Always his.

John drags his tongue up, looking up at you — the primordial hunger, the best sinner, the heat and the desire. Your husband.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”, he breathes out before letting his drool drip down on your aching sex and using his thumb to rub it in. Filthy.

“Here’s to many more of ‘em”, John promises, looking you in the eyes, his thumb pulling out the neediest sounds out of you.

Yes, happy Valentines indeed. And good morning.

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Backseat 𓂃 🌹 sjn

:¨ ·.· ¨: paring ー fwb!johnny x fem!reader

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ warnings : slow(ish) burn, fwb to lovers, very little angst, smut, johnny spoils tf out of you, unprotected car sex (WRAP IT UP!), pet names (baby, doll, pretty, etc), grinding, riding / cowgirl, i'm probably missing a few oh well :p

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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ authors note >< : valentines day posttt hehe :3 i saw this edit and knew i needed to write something car related w johnny... ENJOY & HAPPY (LATE, im sorry!!😭😭) VALENTINES DAY!! this lowk isnt my fav.. i kept procrastinating posting but theres such a lack of johnny fics on here i need to bless my fellow johfam 💗. Pls trust the next fic that comes out will be very delicious u guys r gonna love it mwuahahaha (๑>◡<๑) this was proofread at like 4am pls ignore spelling mistakes..

Things were always just meant to be casual. Sure, it wasn't too casual to fuck on a regular basis or talk to each other the way you do, but you always felt a little bad for keeping him in the friend zone for so long, knowing how he felt about you. You and Johnny had known each other since high school; you've always been best friends.

And to be completely honest, you couldn't help but be completely whipped by him. He bought you gifts nearly every day, whether it was something small or something thoughtful. You'd catch yourself admiring a necklace at the store, and sure enough, the next morning, it would be sitting at your front door with a cute note attached. He was like that with everything: the things you needed, the things you didn't even know you wanted, and especially the things that made you smile.

He wasn't just good at spoiling you with things. He always knew exactly what to say when you were upset, how to touch you in a way that made you feel safe, how to fuck you so good you were seeing stars. Johnny knew you better than anyone else. He knew your body, your moods, your every little habit. He could read you like an open book.

But the lingering fear that if you ever crossed that line and took things further with him, things would go south and you'd lose him as a friend was what always kept you in check. You couldn't bear the thought of losing him, and that fear kept you at arm's length.

But even today— valentines day, a day meant for romance and cheesy gestures, you told yourself things were still supposed to be casual. That’s what you kept telling yourself as stepped out of the shower and got ready for the night ahead.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the flowers he had sent you this morning. The bouquet was massive, the kind that looked like it belonged in a romance movie, wrapped in black satin and tied with a sleek ribbon with a cute card tucked into the petals with a simple message:

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. Be ready by 9, dress extra pretty for me. -J <3”

It had made your stomach flip. You hadn’t been prepared for that— not from him. It wasn’t that Johnny wasn’t sweet, but this felt… different. Special. His usual kind gestures and love had turned into something else and you weren't sure if you were ready to handle all of that. But as the day had gone on, you couldn’t help but smile every time you thought about it.

Now, standing in front of the mirror, you add the finishing touches to your hair and makeup. He knows how much you hate fancy restaurants and anything overly formal, so you’ve kept your outfit casual yet still put together. A maroon cropped cardigan draped over a delicate white lace-trim cami, paired with the black skirt you know he loves. Every time you wear it around him, you catch his lingering stares and feel the way his touches last just a second too long, like he can’t help himself.

The clock was ticking, and with each passing second, your nerves grew. You thought you had it all figured out. It was supposed to be casual, after all. But you couldn’t ignore the fluttering in your chest as the minutes passed. It felt like tonight was different.

And before you knew it, you were out the door, the cool night air greeting you as you walked toward his car, your heartbeat syncing with the rhythm of your steps.

The air nipped at your skin as you approached Johnny’s car, and your heart skipped a beat as you saw him standing by the passenger door, leaning against the car with a grin that gave you butterflies. His eyes scanned over you in that way he always did when he looked at you, a look of admiration mixed with something else you couldn't quite describe.

He straightened up when he saw you, his grin widening as he took a few steps closer. You almost missed the way his hand reached out to take yours; the warmth of his touch was enough to melt any hesitation you might’ve had.

“Hey, angel.” He spoke softly, his thumb gently traced the back of your hand as he held your arm up, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Twirl for me, baby, let me see the full fit.”

A small laugh bubbled up in your chest, but you couldn’t resist. You spun around once, letting your skirt flare out as you turned. You could hear him take in a sharp breath behind before you faced him again.

“God, you’re so beautiful, baby,” he murmured, his eyes never once leaving you. His voice was low, almost reverent, as if he couldn’t believe you were real.

The way he said it made your chest tighten, and a small heat spread through your cheeks. It wasn’t just the usual compliment— there was something more behind it, something deeper, but he didn’t press it. He just smiled, that easy, confident smile that made your heart race.

“Let’s get going, yeah?” Johnny added, keeping his voice light but warm.

You nodded, still feeling the buzz from his words. As he opened the door for you, he moved closer, guiding you toward the seat. His hand briefly brushed against your waist as he helped you into the car, soft and slow, nothing rushed, just enough to send a jolt of warmth through your body.

It didn’t take long for the night to escalate after that. His constant lingering touches and sweet words, laced with a quiet intensity, were slowly driving you mad. It started innocent— his hand brushing against your thigh every now and then as he drove, his soft chuckle as he teased you, asking about your day. But it was clear that each moment with him was a little more than you could handle. This wasn’t at all the usual for you two, even though you’re very used to his ‘dates’ there was always the friendly demeanor behind them. This one was all a complete shift in the energy, it made you nervous, like this was an actual real date and not just two friends hanging out and flirting.

By the time you made it to a quiet spot by the water, the atmosphere had shifted. The air around you crackled, thick with something unspoken, an electric current that you could feel building between you two with every glance, every word. You weren’t even sure how you’d ended up in this position, but you didn’t care.

One minute you were sitting side by side in the backseat, laughing, the next you were straddling his lap. The shift had been so gradual, so natural that you didn’t question it until you felt his hands begin to roam.

His fingers slid under the fabric of your cardigan, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. You instinctively leaned into him, your body reacting before your mind could catch up. You could feel the heat radiating from his chest, the way his breath hitched slightly as his hands slid around your waist.

You continued talking, but your words felt like an afterthought, drowned out by the racing of your heartbeat. Every now and then, Johnny would murmur something that made you blush, his voice low and teasing as he casually slid his hand under your top, his large hands gliding against the skin of your back.

But it was his eyes that truly did it for you. They were still so sweet, full of admiration and affection, but there was something else there now. A flicker of heat, of raw desire, a hunger that made your pulse spike.

“Johnny, you’re looking at me like you want to eat me.” you spoke with a small chuckle, your voice betraying the nervous flutter in your chest. It was a poor attempt to ease the tension and the heat pooling between your thighs, but it was all you could manage as his gaze burned into you.

Johnny tilted his head slightly, the smirk never leaving his lips. His fingers tightened at your waist, sending a shiver up your spine. “Only if you want me to.”

His voice was low, teasing, it was enough to make your breath hitch. His hands slid down to your thighs, his fingers tracing slow circles into your skin before gripping just a little tighter, pulling you in until there was no space left between you.

The subtle pressure of his touch mixed with the feeling of his painfully hard bulge pressing right against your core made heat pool in your stomach, your breath coming out uneven as you bit your lip to keep yourself together.

Johnnys gaze flickered to your lips, then back up to your eyes, and the grin on his face grew just slightly. He was enjoying this, the way you tensed up under his touch, the way your body was reacting to him before you could even find the words to respond.

“You like that, pretty?” His voice was smooth, almost lazy, but the way his hands slowly slid up to your hips sent another rush of warmth through your body. He gently rocked your hips against his, just enough to let you know what he wanted. What he knew you wanted, too.

“You’re being awfully shy tonight,” he murmured, his eyes searching yours. “Am I making you nervous?”

“Johnny…” You barely breathed out, your fingers gripping at his shoulders as a small, helpless whine slipped past your lips when he pushed you further onto his lap.

You didn’t know what was worse, the way your body was betraying you, or the way he was looking at you like he already knew everything you weren’t saying. Like he was waiting for you to catch up to what he already understood. The tension was driving you insane. It wasn’t just the way he touched you, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing he wanted— it was the aftermath. The way he could act like this, make you feel like this, and then leave both of you tangled in that same unspoken confusion the next day. That lingering feeling that always stayed around for days every single time the two of you had sex.

Longing. Maybe even love.

You wished, more than anything, that you could push past the fear of relationships, of rejection, of getting hurt. But it clung to you, holding you back, even though you knew deep down that Johnny would never hurt you. He cared about you too much. He always made sure you had everything you needed, always put you first in ways you weren’t sure he even realized.

And it made you feel guilty for pretending your feelings weren’t real. For acting like this didn’t mean something.

The weight of it all pressed down on you, a storm of conflict and confusion swirling in your head. You let out a quiet whine, your frustration spilling over as you looked down at him, torn between everything you wanted to say and everything you were still too scared to admit.

Johnny’s fingers flexed against your hips, and his smirk softened into a small smile. “I know, baby,” he spoke, his voice quieter now. His hands slid up your back, holding you close. “You don’t have to say it. I already know.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could stop yourself, your hands were moving up, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt like you needed something to hold onto. Like if you let go, you’d fall apart completely.

Johnny chuckled, the sound warm against your skin. “Just let me take care of you, yeah?.” His fingers traced slow patterns along your waist, his touch patient, steady. “It’s a special day today, and you’re my special girl. You deserve it.”

He didn’t wait for another word. The second your head dipped in a nod, his lips were on yours, slow and deliberate, he wanted you to feel everything neither of you could say out loud. His hands slid up your back, fingertips pressing into your skin just enough to make you shiver.

The kiss deepened in an instant, all hesitation melting away as his tongue intertwined with yours, teasing, coaxing, making your breath hitch. His grip on you tightened, your hips instinctively picking back up their pace rolling against his.

A small whimper slipped from your lips, and Johnny groaned lowly in response. The friction you felt as he slightly thrusted up pressing further against you sent a sharp wave of pleasure through your body, you gasped, breaking the kiss for just a second before he chased your lips again, capturing them in another heated, desperate kiss.

“You feel so good, baby,” he murmured against your lips, his voice hushed but dripping with hunger. “Always so good for me.”

His mouth traveled, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck, sucking softly at the spot he knew would make you squirm.

The heat between you was unbearable now, every touch, every movement sending you spiraling deeper into the feeling. You didn’t care about what would happen tomorrow, about the confusion that always lingered after nights like this. All you cared about was him, his touch, his lips, the way he made you feel like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

His hands moved with purpose, slipping beneath the hem of your top, his palms searing against your skin as he slowly dragged the fabric upward. There was no hesitation as he pulled your clothes over your head, tossing them somewhere beside the two of you. His eyes darkened at the sight of you, his gaze drinking in every inch of exposed skin.

His hands were back on you in an instant, skimming up your sides, thumbs grazing just under the band of your bra as he leaned in, kissing along your collarbone, down the valley of your chest.

The anticipation was unbearable, your breath coming in short, needy gasps before the fabric slipped away. The cool air made you shiver, but Johnny was quick to warm you up, his mouth finding your skin again. Kissing softly before latching onto one of your nipples, sucking and swirling his tongue around the perky bud, making you moan and pull softly at his hair.

He hummed, the vibrations against you causing a whimper to leave your lips. He tilted his head back, releasing your breast with a small pop, immediately diving back into your chest to kiss and mark you in places nobody else would see. His hands moved lower, gripping your thighs and pushing them apart, the feeling of his clothed cock flush against where you needed him most was almost too much to handle.

Johnny groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder as he rocked you against him with more intent. “You feel that, baby?” he rasped, his fingers digging into your skin. “You want me just as bad as I want you, don’t you?”

The way he said it, the way his voice dripped with need, made you dizzy. Your body answered before your words could, your hips grinding down against him, a desperate moan slipping from your lips.

Johnny’s grip tightened, and he exhaled sharply, his restraint hanging by a thread. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Sit up, pretty girl.”

Without hesitation, you lifted your hips from his, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly as he worked fast to undo his belt and free his aching cock. You watched as it sprung out, a drop of pre-cum already leaking at the tip.

Johnny worked quickly, sliding your skirt and panties down your legs with practiced ease. Before you could even process the loss of fabric, he was pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance, dragging it along your slit in slow, deliberate strokes that had your breath hitching.

A frustrated whimper slipped past your lips, your hips instinctively trying to push down onto him, but his grip on your waist was firm, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

His hold on your waist tightened as he continued to tease you, the head of his cock dragging along your slick folds, never quite pushing in. You let out a shaky breath, hands gripping at his shoulders, desperate for more.

“Johnny, please..” you tried, your voice soft.

He hummed, tilting his head slightly, clearly enjoying the way you squirmed beneath him. “Please what, baby? At least ask properly.”

Your body trembled as he rolled his hips just enough to nudge against your entrance, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

You swallowed hard, your pride slipping further with every second of his agonizing teasing. “Please,” you whined, voice breathless and needy. “need you so bad, please fuck me...”

His smirk faltered for just a moment, his restraint nearly snapping at the way you begged for him. Without another word, he finally pushed into you, stretching you open inch by inch. A small gasp left your lips.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails pressing into the fabric of his shirt as you tried to steady yourself against the overwhelming sensation of him filling you completely.

Johnny groaned low in his throat, his grip on your waist tightening as he forced himself to move at a steady pace, savoring the way your body welcomed him so perfectly. “Fuck, yn,” he murmured, his voice strained. “Always so tight for me.”

Your head tipped back once again, a broken moan slipping past your lips as he bottomed out, his head kissing at your cervix with just the slightest shift of his hips. He gave you a second to adjust, his thumbs stroking slow, soothing circles against your hips, but the way your walls clenched around him made his patience waver.

“You okay, angel?” he asked, his voice softer now, despite the way his restraint was hanging by a thread.

You nodded quickly, your body already desperate for more. “Mhm, feels so good..”

That was all he needed. With a deep, satisfied hum, he pulled out just enough to thrust back in, slowly, making sure you felt every inch of him. His hands guided your movements as you rocked against him, your moans spilling into the air between you.

“Just like that, baby,” he praised, his lips grazing your jaw before trailing down to your neck. “Taking me so well.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails grazing his scalp as you let out a breathy moan, overwhelmed by the way he moved— how every roll of his hips sent waves of pleasure crashing over you. He tilted his head up to watch you, eyes dark, completely filled with a mix of love and lust.

“You feel so good,” he whispered against your skin. His lips trailing lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your throat, lingering at your collarbone before nipping lightly, just enough to make you shiver.

A soft whimper slipped past your lips as he slightly picked up his pace. He caught your sound with a kiss, deep and unhurried, like he wanted to drown in the taste of you. His tongue traced along your bottom lip before he pulled away just enough to whisper, “You like that? Want more?”

You could only nod, barely able to form words with the way he was unraveling you so effortlessly. The intensity of his gaze never wavered, watching every little reaction, every shiver, every breathy sound that slipped from your lips.

“Use your words, doll, want to hear you.”

A shaky inhale filled your lungs before you managed to whisper, “Yes… more, please.”

His lips curled into a soft smirk, but there was no teasing in his eyes only devotion, only the overwhelming need to give you exactly what you asked for. His movements deepened, his hips snapping into yours with a bit more urgency, dragging out every sensation. A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he buried his face in your neck, his fingers digging into your hips, guiding you to match his rhythm.

Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, your body trembling in his arms as your moans grew louder. He was losing himself in you, in the way you felt, the way you sounded— so sweet, so desperate for him.

“Johnny—” His name spilled from your lips like a plea, your fingers gripping onto him like you’d fall apart if you let go.

His hands roamed your body, both hands resting just under your breasts, his thumbs rubbing small circles at your nipples. He kissed you again, much deeper this time, his tongue sliding against yours with a tenderness that had your heart pounding against your ribs. It wasn’t just desire; it was more than that. It was the way he held you like you were something precious, something he never wanted to let go of.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, his voice strained, almost like he was trying to hold back but couldn’t anymore. “You feel so damn good… can’t help it, baby.”

His grip on you tightened as he thrust into you with more intensity, repeatedly hitting that spot that made your toes curl, but his touch remained gentle, his hands smoothing over your skin, grounding you, making sure you were with him through every moment. The sound of your moans only spurred him on, his breath coming out in ragged exhales as he broke the kiss to bury his face against your neck.

“Taking me so well, angel,” he groaned, his lips brushing against your jaw between each word. “So perfect— so beautiful —just for me.”

Your fingers still tangled in his hair, tugging slightly as another whimper escaped you, and he nearly lost it right then. His hips snapped forward with more force, his control slipping further with every sound you made.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he breathed, pulling back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark, filled with adoration and something raw, something unrestrained. “Need you to know how good you are to me… how much I love you.”

You couldn’t even form words in response, your head spinning with the overwhelming sensation of him pounding into you. You clung to him, feeling each thrust of his hips, the way he drove deeper, harder, pushing you toward something higher. Your breath caught in your throat. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. His words hung in the air, but your body was too lost in the bliss he was giving you to process them fully.

You couldn’t focus on anything except the way his hips crashed into yours, the delicious pressure building inside of you, the tenderness in the way his hands touched you, each movement making you feel like you were in pure bliss.

“Just like that,” he whispered, his pace faltering as he grew closer, but still, he stayed gentle with you, his hands caressing your skin, as if he never wanted to let go.

Your body gave in to the intensity of it all, a rush of heat flooding you as you reached your orgasm. His name left your lips in a breathless string of pleas and moans, but still, he whispered praises against your skin, each word a caress, as if he were reminding you of how much you meant to him. Soon both of you reached your limits, his thrusts nearly stopping and cock twitching as he came. The feeling of his warmth seeping into you mixed with your own arousal soaking his length was enough to make your legs twitch and breath hitch once again.

As the intensity began to fade, the air between you was thick with lingering heat, you both slowed, your breaths coming in shaky, uneven gasps. His forehead rested gently against yours, as he soothingly rubbed your sides.

He kissed you slowly, deeply, savoring the aftermath, his lips soft against yours as he pulled you closer, like he was trying to keep you attached to him.

But as the world around you slowly started to come back into focus, his words played on a loop in your mind, each one like a soft echo against your chest. As much as you tried to convince yourself it was just the heat of the moment, you couldn’t deny it. You knew he meant it.

And deep down, you realized that you really felt the same way. The realization hit you like a wave, slow and steady but impossible to ignore. For the first time, you were tired of parading around the topic of love when it came to him. It wasn’t just the sex, the intimacy, or the wild rush of everything that had just happened, it was the way he made you feel, the overwhelming warmth in your chest that never went away when he was around.

All you knew for sure, as your heart beat in time with his, was that you weren’t going to shy away from him anymore. You weren’t going to play games, or pretend like there was some distance between you. You wanted him. Not just in the way your body craved him, but in the way your heart had always known he was the one you were meant to be with.

You wanted to be his, as badly as he wanted to be yours.

“…I love you too,” you breathed out, your voice full of the same raw honesty that had been in his. The words felt like a weight lifted from your chest, the last piece of the puzzle locking into place.

His breath hitched, and you felt the shift in him— a gentle smile curving his lips as he looked at you, soft with emotion. “Yeah?” His voice was quiet, as if he was still letting the confession settle between you both.

You smiled back, still clinging to him. “Yeah, Johnny, I love you.”

His lips found yours again in a tender kiss, but this time it was slower, more deliberate, like he was savoring the sweetness of your confession. “Good,” he mumbled against your lips, holding you close, like he’d never let you go.

The world outside may have still been waiting, but in that moment, nothing else mattered but the warmth of his arms and the love you had for each other.

Eventually, everything calmed down. He pulled back just slightly, a lazy smile spreading across his face as his thumb traced gentle circles on your skin. “Now,” he spoke up, his voice soft but playful, “let’s get cleaned up and go get some dinner, yeah?”

You chuckled softly, still a little dazed, but the warmth of his words made your heart swell even more. “Yeah, I think that sounds perfect.”

As you both reluctantly untangled from each other’s arms, you shared one last lingering kiss, both of you smiling into it, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you.

You were his. And he was yours.

Love letter from mae 💌 : ughhshshgsh i need him bad 😭 i rlly do hope u guys like this way more than i do because truly i almost scrapped the whole thing like 7 different times LMFAO

ty for reading!! ♥︎♪ヽ(*´∀｀)ﾉ

#mae fics #nct x reader #johnny x reader #johnny suh smut #nct hard thoughts #nct imagines #nct smut #nct127 smut #johnny suh #nct #nct 127

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zexapher · 2 days ago

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Stupid Cupid

Started this edit almost an entire year ago, right when RWBY Beyond dropped the boba episode. I immediately caught onto the idea of chibi Ruby being a little cherub to use for shipping characters. Of course, I immediately distracted myself with other creative projects and the Ship Wars 8 (which White Knight won in spectacular fashion btw) and life got in the way. But I came back around to it this past month. Perfect timing really, since it means I got it out for Valentine’s Day.

I just think it’s lovely how CRWBY have nurtured this ship subtly in the background, until they finally decided to get right up in our faces about it with Volume 9. That’s kind of what I wanted to portray here, with Cruby on a mission to make White Knight a reality, but Jaune and Weiss had already grown close without that final brazen intervention.

It’s really something special to start this meme essentially right as Rooster Teeth and RWBY closed down, only to come back and finish it with the news that Rooster Teeth was bought by Burnie and RWBY’s now moved on to VIZ. Both of them continuing on in their way. Kind of heartwarming to be honest, like a message of perseverance, keep on trying even if circumstances bring you down.

I can still see a few influences from my early work on the edit, was playing a little Republic Commando at the time, so we get Ruby’s comment about her skills with a bow confusing and frightening CRWBY. Speaking of, I think we can all see why I chose Cruby as Ruby’s cherub name. Perfect for someone tasked with building up White Knight. And, come on, the shipping rock is a perfect replacement for a bow. You may have noticed me sneak in the Golden Oreos or Rooster Teeth’s logo to celebrate the recent news (Jaune’s put a little sticker on the pummel of his sword).

With editing, I still run into trouble every now and then as I learn and familiarize myself with my software. Even now after a year of practicing it, and a decent chunk on gimp in particular. On this edit I ran into a weird issue with the color picker tool, where when I sampled a color, the brush would only apply a pastel or grayer version of that color. Wasn’t sure how I enabled that, if it was a glitch or I accidentally enabled some key shortcut or something. I worked my way around it though, in the most obtuse manner.

Pretty cool to be learning something new as I go through these edits. Like all the color correcting for my Vacuan Nights meme. Or even small quality of life things like how I decided to start making thicker outlines for the text about halfway through. That’s something that helps making the words pop, the outlines were a bit too thin before. And at the end I can really pump out some of the more complicated edits that used to take me a long time a year ago.

Redrawing Jaune for panel 9 was a ton of tedious busywork. The screenshot I pulled that from had bad lighting from the portal behind Jaune, so I needed to fill in colors for proper lighting. I think it came out pretty spectacularly.

And I just really like the premise for this meme. CRWBY helping push White Knight along, but the relationship was already well on its way in the background. That little bag of ‘cupid’ rocks just seems really cute to me, too. Fun, cheap little drawing.

Chibi Ruby is cute as can be; so happy they gave us this version of her in Beyond. Especially like that devious look I gave her. Yang looks great too, really enjoy Beyond’s style, and the exasperated palm to the face. And, of course, I loved writing and drawing up the cute interaction between Jaune and Weiss. She needs to see those shark pups! :)

Anyway, hope you all enjoy your Valentine’s Day, and this fun little meme I drew up.

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #rwby white knight #white knight #whiteknight #shipping #yang xiao long #ruby rose #crwby #memes #valentines day #holiday #my edit #comics

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mydearviserra · 3 days ago

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Wanting more

╰┈➤ ❝ [ otto Hightower x Fem! Reader ]

Warning: affair, fingering, oral, first time sex, ,LONG one shot!

Note: Reader first time having sex so it’s written with innocence and guilt because Otto isn’t her husband. Lol this took me a week to write I’m writing better lol i didnt rush that bad with it

It’s exactly 2/13 11:50pm when I finished editing/ writing I know damn well I missed so much so tm I’ll fix it so don’t mind what my half exhausted mind wrote💔

How

How did I land myself in such position

I couldn’t remember the first time i kissed him, I was too drunk at the feast to even remember. One simple kiss landed me almost many moons later with Otto behind my legs, staring down at me as he held back from wanting to grip off my nightgown with his teeth like a damn animal.

Daemon never looked at me the way Otto does, nor have I scene daemon since our wedding feast. The thought of never consummating our marriage made me feel a bit in my stomach but now that Otto is ready to eat me alive i felt the pit burning a hole through my body

Otto's breathing grew heavier as he cupped between her legs, feeling the heat emanating from their most intimate area even through the fabric of her smallclothes. His fingers began to move, rubbing and stroking along the outside of the garment, tracing the contours of her most sensitive parts.

A twinge of guilt pricked at Otto's conscience, knowing this was wrong, that he should not be touching a married woman in such a lewd manner. But his lustful urges overpowered any sense of propriety or familial decorum. He told himself that this is what they both wanted. How much i craved to be touch and longed by a man, I wound have never guessed it’ll be Otto. Days I tried to discuss my, needs to daemon. The most recent time he brought a whore into his chambers while I was trying to have this discussion with him. For Otto, Women was the least concern after his wife passed he imagined he’d never lust for another again. Let alone now in the most scandalous way, unbecoming of his title as hand of the king he’ll lust for a married woman. Daemon women, yet deep in Otto heart he felt so alive in this moment. The thrill of his fingers caressing the folds of her, her untouched pussy made him want to cum in his pants at the thought.

Otto's other hand slid under the covers, finding my bare thigh. He caressed the smooth, soft skin, relishing the feel of it beneath his calloused fingers. His hand moved higher and higher, pushing up her nightgown as he went. Soon, he was cupping my bare core, feeling the warmth of it against his palm. A finger traced along my slit, feeling the delicate folds.

Otto's manhood throbbed almost painfully in his breeches as he touched her so inappropriately. He ached to free himself, to plunge into her most secret place and claim her as his own. But he resisted the urge, not wanting to startle he saw how sensitive she was to his simple touch. Face bright red while her gaze looked away what she didn’t hide was soft, eager moans escape her soft parted lips.

Instead, he continued to fondle and caress her core, his finger circling around her sensitive pearl. He could feel the dampness beginning to gather there, the proof of her body's response to his touch. Otto's breathing grew ragged as he touched her, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Such a pretty little thing, aren't you?" Otto murmured under his breath, more to himself. "And all mine for the taking..." He smiled wickedly to himself, his mind already conjuring up all the deliciously depraved things he wanted to do to her body

Otto please talk be through it

Daemon will forgive me

He has his own play things, I shall have mine

Otto shall be my toy..

Otto's own body reacted to the sound of her moan and the feeling of her slick arousal coating his fingers. Otto began to move his fingers more purposefully, rubbing and circling her sensitive pearl as he slid one long finger inside her tight, wet heat. He groaned softly at the feel of her walls clenching around his invading digit, as if trying to pull him in deeper. His manhood throbbed almost angrily against the confines of his breeches, a damp spot forming where the head leaked pre-cum.

"Look at me- now. ," Otto murmured, his voice low and rough with lust. "Tell me to stop okay? This is for your pleasure”

“Keep going..please don’t stop..” my voice trembling with slight guilty, the awakening of pleasure slowly brewing inside of me it felt like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Once I opened my eyes turning my head to meet his gaze he continued again .

Otto worked a second finger into dripping pussy, pumping them in and out, curling them to rub against that spongy spot on the front wall of her core. His thumb continued to circle and rub my clit, making my hips twitch and jerk

Otto's other hand slid up to cup and knead my breast, feeling the soft weight of it in his palm. He brushed his thumb over the peak, feeling it stiffen and harden under his touch. He longed to take her nipple into his mouth and suckle hard, but he resisted the urge. Instead, he focused on bringing closer to the edge with his fingers, fucking her harder and faster, his digits glistening with her arousal.

“O-oh! Oh gods! Otto! I can’t-“ I quickly cover my mouth to hide screaming of pleasure, the guilt was eating me alive as i clenched around his fingers. My body began tensing, breathing growing more ragged as I practically gasp to hide the sinful moans. I pulled my hands that once grip onto the sheets to travel move my hands onto your breasts, needing and pitching over the night grown

"That's it, my little dove," he encouraged, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "Touch yourself just like that. Imagine it's my hands on your body, worshipping every inch of your luscious curves." He watched shamelessly as I fondled my breasts, I bit onto my lips as I saw his own hand slid under her nightgown to grope and squeeze the bare flesh of my breast, feeling the weight of it in his palm. He rolled the nipple between his fingers, tugging and plucking at it until it was red and throbbing. Pulling my hands away to let him go on

“Otto- please I..I can’t I need too-“ I fumbled my words i couldn’t even complete the sentence as an unfamiliar feeling swirling in my stomach. Otto could feel my body tensing, my inner muscles fluttering wildly around his plunging fingers as he broughtmr closer and closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear as he growled,

"Come for me, I want to feel you come undone on my fingers, want to feel your sweet little pussy spasm and clench as you scream your release. Give yourself to me, my dove . Let me feel you come apart."

With that, Otto rubbed my clit harder and faster, his fingers pumping into me at a relentless pace as he pushed over the edge. He could feel my body stiffening. My body went rigid, my back arching sharply off the bed as a strangled cry tore from her throat.

"A-Otto! Oh, gods, Otto!"i wailed, my inner walls clamping down viciously around his plunging fingers as I came undone. My juices gushed out around his hand, soaking his fingers and dripping down onto the sheets beneath you.

Otto groaned gutturally as he felt my velvet soft walls spasming and fluttering wildly around his fingers, her pleasure dripping out and coating his hand. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, drawing out her climax for as long as possible, relishing every clench and shudder of her sex.

"That's it," Otto panted harshly, his own arousal throbbing almost painfully in his breeches. "Come for me, scream my name, let all of the castle know who makes you feel this way." He rubbed her clit firmly, circling the sensitive nub as her orgasm crashed over her in waves.

As my climax began to subside, my body going boneless and slumping back against the mattress, Otto slowly withdrew his soaked fingers from my dripping core He brought them to his mouth, making a show of licking my essence from each digit, his eyes never leaving my face.

"Delicious," Otto murmured, his voice rough with lust. "You taste even sweeter than I imagined, my dove ." He licked his lips, his gaze roaming hungrily over my disheveled form, taking in the way my chest heaved with each ragged breath, the way my nightgown was hiked up around my waist to reveal the glistening flesh of her core. "I know this is all so new and overwhelming for you, but I swear, I will make you feel pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

"You want to taste more, don't you, my princess?" Otto murmured, his thumb circling her clit, making you gasp and shudder. "You want to wrap your sweet little mouth around my cock, to feel it throbbing against your tongue as you take it deeper and deeper into your throat?"

Yes! Oh please yes

“I do..oh please I do”

Otto's other hand reached down to wrap around his straining erection, pumping it slowly as he watched my face for her reaction. He could feel the thick vein on the underside pulsing with each beat of his heart, could feel the silky steel of his shaft as he stroked it. My teeth sinked harshly against my lip, almost enough to cause blood.

"I want to feel your lips stretched wide around me, want to fuck your pretty face until I paint your throat with my seed," Otto growled, his hips rocking into his fist. "Would you like that, my dove ? To taste my cock, to swallow down every drop of his essence?"

I nodded eagerly , a moan escaping as Otto's thumb circled ny sensitive clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I couldn't believe what i was feeling, the overwhelming urge to touch myself, to taste Otto, to have his cock in my mouth. But the ache between my legs was too intense to ignore.

"Yes," my voice barely above a whisper. "I want to taste you, Otto. I want to feel your cock in my mouth, want to make you feel good." I licked my lips, my gaze locked on his thick shaft, watching as it throbbed and leaked precum. "Teach me how to please you," i added, a hint of shy eagerness in my voice.

Otto's eyes darkened with lust at my breathless confirmation, a feral grin spreading across his face. He released his shaft and reached out to grasp her chin, tilting her face up to look at him. His thumb brushed over her plump bottom lip, tracing the delicate curve.

"That's my good girl," Otto praised, his voice a low, approving rumble. "I'm going to teach you everything you need to know to be a perfect little cock slut for me." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "First, start by wrapping your hand around the base of my shaft. Feel how thick it is, how hard it is for you."

Otto guided my small hand to his throbbing erection, wrapping my fingers around the thick base. He groaned at the feel of my soft skin against his aching flesh, his hips jerking slightly at my touch. His cock was so engorged and stiff that he could feel every ridge and vein pulsing beneath her palm.

"Now, start stroking it," Otto instructed, his voice strained with desire. "Move your hand up and down the shaft, squeezing gently. Explore every inch of it with your fingers." He demonstrated the motion with her hand, helping her stroke him from base to tip and back again.

As I began to pump his cock with clumsy enthusiasm, Otto reached down with his other hand to grip himself at the root, pointing his shaft towards my face. Drops of precum oozed from the flared head, dripping onto my parted lips.

"Open your mouth, princess," Otto commanded, rubbing the leaking tip

My lips parted obediently, my tongue darting out to lap at the bead of precum drooling from the swollen head of Otto's cock. I shuddered at the unfamiliar taste, a jolt of electricity shooting through the intimate contact. The musky, slightly salty flavor exploded on my tongue, making me want more.

"Good girl," Otto praised, his voice a low, approving growl as he felt her tongue flick against his sensitive flesh. "Now take the head into your mouth. Wrap your lips around it and suck gently."

I did what I was told, my soft lips engulfing the broad crown of Otto's shaft. I could feel it throbbing against my tongue, could taste the salty precum leaking steadily from the tip. Hesitantly at first, i began to suckle, my cheeks hollowing slightly as i drew on the head of his cock.

"That's it, princess," Otto encouraged, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair. "Take more of it into your mouth. I want to feel your hot little throat squeezing around me."

Obediently, i opened her jaw wider and took another inch of Otto's thick length into my mouth. I could feel it stretching my lips, pressing against the roof of my mouth as she struggled to accommodate him. The taste of his skin, the weight of his shaft on my tongue, was dizzying.

"More," Otto demanded, his hips rocking slightly to push himself deeper into the wet heat of my mouth. "Take it deeper, my dove . I know you can do it."

I relaxed her throat and took another few inches, feeling the head of Otto's cock pressing against the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, my throat convulsing around the intrusion, but I didn't pull away. Instead, i focused on breathing through her nose and relaxing my muscles.

"That's my good girl," Otto praised, his voice strained. "Your mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock. I can't wait to feel your tight little pussy squeezing me just as nicely." He began to slowly thrust into her mouth, fucking her face with shallow pumps of his hips

Otto groaned as he felt my throat constricting around his sensitive cockhead with each thrust, the tight, rippling flesh massaging him exquisitely. He could feel my hands coming up to grasp his thick thighs for balance as he slowly hilted himself deeper and deeper into my hot, willing mouth.

I fear I might crave Otto

A sin to want another man

My untouched body ruined by Otto and yet..I’m happy it’s him

I want to be pleased by a man, not a spoiled prince

"That's it, princess," Otto grunted, his fingers tightening in her hair as he hit the back of her throat. "Take it all like a good girl. I want to feel myself buried in your tight little throat."

He began to thrust more firmly, his heavy balls slapping against my chin with each pump of his hips. Drool began to leak from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping down onto her nightgown as Otto fucked her pretty face with increasing fervor.

Otto could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, his climax approaching rapidly. The sight of his innocent stepdaughter, her cheeks bulging obscenely as he used her mouth, was almost too much to bear. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself to the hilt and paint her throat white with his seed.

But he held back, wanting to drag out this moment for as long as possible. Instead, he pulled out abruptly, his slick shaft slapping wetly agains her cheek, leaving a smear of saliva and precum on her soft skin.

"Enough," Otto said, his voice ragged and rough with barely controlled lust. "I need to be inside your other tight little hole now. I need to feel your pussy squeezing me as I fuck you."

He grabbed my wrists and pushed me down on the bed. In a flash, he had ripped my nightgown off over my head and tossed it aside, leaving me bare and exposed beneath him. His hungry gaze raked over my nubile body, taking in every dip and curve.

"Spread your legs for me, princess," Otto commanded, settling himself between her thighs. The thick head of his cock nudged against her dripping slit, smearing her juices along her folds. "I'm going to fill you up now, going to claim this sweet little hole as mine."

I gasped as Otto manhandled me, a thrill of fear and excitement shooting through my as he exposed me completely naked body to his ravenous gaze. I had never felt so vulnerable, so utterly at the mercy of another person. But as Otto loomed over me,I couldn't deny the heat pooling between my thighs, the aching emptiness that craved to be filled.

With shaking hands, I reached down to spread my legs, opening myself completely to him. I could feel the cool air of the chamber kissing my most intimate places, making me shiver. The slick, swollen lips of my hole glistened in the candlelight, dripping withmy arousal.

"Please, Otto," i whimpered, my voice small and breathy with need. "I've never... I mean, I don't know if I can take something so big inside me."

Despite my nervousness, I arched my hips up slightly, seeking more of that delicious friction against my aching core. I could feel the thick head of Otto's cock nudging against my entrance, the heat of it searing me even as it made me quiver with anticipation.

Otto growled low in his throat at the sight of her pristine, untouched hole laid bare before him. He could see her rosebud fluttering nervously, her dewy petals quivering with each shallow breath she took. The knowledge that he would be the first, the only man to ever claim this sweet prize, only inflamed his lust.

"Shh, don't worry, my dove ," Otto soothed, even as his hips rocked forward to notch the broad crown of his shaft inside her tight entrance. "I'll be gentle... at first. Tell me when it’s to much okay? my perfect dove” ."

With that, Otto began to push forward, the thick head of his cock stretching my virgin passage. Her slick walls clung to him desperately, fluttering and rippling as they struggled to accommodate his girth. Inch by excruciating inch, he sank deeper into her hot, silky depths.

I cried out, my back arching off the bed as I was stretched wider than j ever thought possible. Pain and pleasure warred within me. My cries of pain and pleasure intermingled as Otto slowly, inexorably pushed himself deeper into me. My slick inner walls strained and stretched around his thick, pulsing shaft, the wet heat enveloping him like a velvet vise.

"That's it, princess," Otto grunted, sweat beading on his brow from the effort of holding back, of not simply rutting into her tight little hole with wild abandon. "Take my cock. Let it reshape you, mold you to fit me perfectly."

He could feel every quiver and clench of her untried walls, could feel the way her body fought to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely for the first time. The knowledge that he was the one to take her innocence, to claim her so thoroughly, only spurred on his lust.

Otto paused when he felt the thin barrier of her hymen stretching taut against the ridge of his cockhead. He looked down at her flushed, panting face, saw the way her eyes were clenched shut in concentration and slight pain. With a swift, sharp thrust of his hips, he breached her, tearing through the fragile membrane and burying himself to the hilt in one stroke.

I screamed, my voice echoing off the chamber walls as searing agony exploded through my lower body. Tears sprang to my eyes, leaking down my temples as i thrashed beneath Otto, trying to escape the overwhelming pain and pressure. Her hands scrabbled at his back, nails digging into his skin, but Otto was unmoving, pinning her down as he waited for her to adjust.

"Shh, it's done," Otto murmured, his voice a dark rumble in his chest. "You're mine now, princess. My little virgin dove, claimed and deflowered" He rolled his hips, grinding his pelvis against hers as he savored the feel of her impossibly tight sheath gripping him like a fist. "No man will ever fill you like I can. No one will ever make you feel as good as I will."

I whimpered and trembled beneath Otto, my body wracked with a maelstrom of sensations too intense and overwhelming for me inexperienced nerves to process. The pain of my lost innocence slowly began to ebb, morphing into a strange, aching emptiness that craved to be filled once more. My walls fluttered weakly around the thick intruder stretching me open, still trying to adjust to the foreign sensation of being so utterly claimed.

Tears streaked down my flushed cheeks as I gazed up at Otto with wide, trusting eyes. Despite the pain and the sheer size of him inside me,I couldn't deny the flickers of pleasure sparking through my as he ground against my most sensitive places.my breath hitched as a particularly firm roll of his hips sent a jolt of heat straight to my core.

"I... I feel so full," I whimpered "So big and hard inside me. I never knew it would be like this."

I could feel every throb and twitch of Otto's shaft as it pulsed within me , could feel the weight of his heavy balls pressing against my bottom. The knowledge that he had taken me , claimed me , branded her as his own sent a dark thrill through me.

I would hear daemon fuck his whores though they were never as loud as I was

I felt better knowing the difference between them

I took a shuddering breath, my slick inner muscles clenching reflexively around Otto's thick length. "Please... please don't stop," i whispered, my voice ragged with need. "I want to feel more. I want you to... to fuck me, Otto. Make me yours completely."

As I spoke those bold words, I wrapped my legs around Otto's waist, locking my ankles at the small of his back. The movement caused ny hips to tilt up, taking him impossibly deeper into my tight, grasping sheath. I could feel him in her belly, could feel the head of his cock kissing my womb with each twitch and throb.

"Ruin me for any other man- ruin me like my husband should have done,"I breathed, my eyes burning into Otto's with a newfound hunger. "I'm yours, Otto. My body is yours to use for your pleasure. Please... please fuck me hard and fill me up until I can't take anymore."

A dark, feral grin split Otto's face, his eyes glinting with triumph and unbridled lust. He had waited so long to hear those words from her sweet lips, to know that she was finally his to claim and take as he pleased. And now, with her legs wrapped around him and her tight little hole gripping his cock like a silken vise, Otto knew he would not hold back any longer.

"As my dove commands," Otto growled, his voice a low, approving rumble. He leaned down to capture her l. ips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to stake his claim on her once more. At the same time, he drew back his hips until only the tip of his shaft remained inside her, before slamming forward to bury himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

I cried out into the kiss, my scream of pained pleasure muffled by Otto's demanding mouth. My back arched sharply off the bed as he began to move, each powerful thrust of his hips driving the air from my lungs and sending shockwaves of sensation crashing through me. The wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the chamber as Otto pistoned into me , fucking me with deep, relentless strokes that shook the very bed beneath them.

"That's it" Otto panted against her lips, his breath hot and ragged. "Take my cock. Feel it splitting you open, stretching this greedy little hole around my thick shaft." He punctuated each word with a sharp, driving thrust, grinding his pelvis against hers as he hit her cervix dead on.

I could only cling to Otto, my fingers scrabbling at his sweat-slicked back as he used my with wild abandon. Each drag of his cock against my sensitive walls sent bolts of searing pleasure shooting through her, stoking the heat building rapidly in her core. I could feel my body beginning to tense, my muscles drawing taut as a bowstring as my climax approached.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I chanted mindlessly, too lost in sensation to care how wanton i sounded. "Don't stop, Otto! Harder, please! I'm... I'm going to...” my words dissolved into a wordless scream as my orgasm crashed over me, my whole clamping down around Otto's

My scream of ecstasy echoed through the chamber as my climax finally overtook me, my untouched body convulsing wildly beneath Otto's relentless onslaught. My slick inner walls clamped down around his plunging shaft like a vice, rippling and milking his length as if trying to draw him even deeper into my core. The sensation was almost too much for Otto to bear, the feel of her virgin pussy squeezing him so tightly, as if her very body was trying to keep him inside her forever.

"That's it, princess," Otto grunted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. "Come on my cock. Let me feel this sweet little hole spasming around me as you find your pleasure."

He pistoned into her harder, each thrust shaking the headboard and rattling the very frame of the bed. One hand reached down to grasp her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he yanked her into each savage thrust, while the other hand delved between their sweat-slicked bodies to find her swollen little clit.

Otto rubbed the sensitive nub in tight circles, feeling it throb against his fingertips as she shuddered and bucked beneath him. The added stimulation sent her hurtling into a second, even more intense climax, her scream of rapture piercing the air.

"That's my good girl," Otto praised, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. "You're going to come for me again and again until I fill this hungry little cunt with my seed."

He could feel his own release fast approaching, the coil of heat in his loins tightening to an unbearable degree. But Otto was determined to make her come one last time on his cock before he allowed himself the sweet relief of emptying his heavy balls inside her.

Leaning down, Otto captured one of her bouncing nipples between his teeth, sucking and biting at the sensitive bud as he pounded into her. His fingers moved from her clit to plunge into her dripping sex alongside his cock, pumping in and out of her fluttering channel as he fucked her through her peak.

My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure as Otto drove my relentlessly towards yet another shattering climax.my mind was hazy, thoughts scattered to the wind, coherent only in the present moment - the feeling of Otto's thick shaft pistoning in and out of my dripping hole, his fingers toying with my sensitive clit, his teeth and tongue lavishing attention on my aching nipples.Each powerful thrust of his hips sent fresh waves of ecstasy crashing over me, my untouched body struggling to process the overwhelming onslaught of sensation.

As Otto's fingers plunged into her fluttering channel alongside his cock, she felt the coil of heat in her core tighten to an unbearable degree. Her inner muscles clamped down around the dual intrusions, gripping them like a silken vise as her climax built to a crescendo. She could feel every ridge and vein of Otto's shaft dragging against her sensitive walls, could feel the rough calluses of his fingers rubbing against her swollen, throbbing clit.

"I... I can't... too much..." i whimpered, even as my hips bucked feverishly to meet Otto's thrusts. Tears of rapture streamed down my face. I had never known pleasure could be this intense, this all-consuming. It was almost too much for her inexperienced body to bear.

Yet even as I teetered on the brink of her third climax, I found herself craving more. I wanted to feel Otto's hot seed flooding her depths, wanted to be marked and claimed and owned by him completely. With a final, keening cry, I came undone, my hole convulsing almost violently around Otto's pistoning length as my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave.

"Otto!" I screamed, my voice raw and ragged with ecstasy. "Fill me, please! I want to feel your seed inside me. I want it, please!"

With a roar of triumph, Otto slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as her pussy clamped down around him like a molten vise. The sensation of her velvet walls rippling and milking his shaft was too much for the battle-hardened knight to withstand. With a guttural groan, Otto let his climax overtake him, his heavy balls drawing up tight as they unleashed a torrent of hot, thick seed directly into her waiting womb.

I could feel the scalding heat of Otto's release flooding my insides, painting my untouched depths with his essence. Jet after jet of potent cum pumped into her, filling me so completely that I could feel it sloshing heavily in her belly as Otto ground against me , working his shaft to ensure every last drop took root inside her

"Fuck" Otto growled, his weight pressing down on her as he shuddered through the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. "Take my seed, my dove. Let it sink into your womb and take hold. You'll carry my child, I know it."

He captured her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his lust and dark satisfaction into the embrace. One large hand slid down to possessively cup her mound, fingers delving between her dripping folds to feel the way her abused flesh fluttered around his softening shaft.

"You're mine now, my dove," Otto murmured against her lips, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "Mine to fuck, mine to breed. I'll fill this sweet cunt with my seed again and again until your belly swells with my child."

He rolled his hips lazily, stirring the mixture of their juices inside her as he slowly softened inside her clutching heat. Even as the haze of lust began to recede, Otto made no move to pull out of her instead settling his weight more fully on top of her as he savored the intimate connection.

“If daemon can please his lady wife then I shall take his place- you’ll be mine my darling dove all mine”