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fett-djarin · 3 years ago

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Stress Relief

Here it is! This is entirely self indulgent and filthy! Im a wh*re for the croissant guards

Also I headcanon Fox looking like how amikoroyoaiart draws him. her art is so good!

Commander Fox x f!reader

Crossposted on ao3

Rating: 18+

Length: 3.9k

Warnings/Tags: Oral (m receiving), that good sloppy toppy, office sex, cursing, light grinding, making out

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

Bringing the Guard their morning caf had become a tradition, of sorts. You knew the caf in the mess wasn’t good--in fact, it was barely even palatable. When you first started as a new secretary, it had been your timid way of offering friendship to the imposing troopers who worked so hard to keep the planet safe. They warmed to you quickly. Thire was the first to remove his helmet in front of you, plonking it down on your desk and taking a long pull of caf barely a second after you handed it to him. At your stunned look, he had just raised a brow and said, “Long patrol last night,” with a shrug.

As the others had become more comfortable with you, you had seen most of them without their buckets at some point--except for Fox. He always took his caf with a polite “Thank you, ma’am,” and retreated to his office. You knew it was against regulation for them to remove their helmets while they were on duty. But even when you dropped off the caf in his office, he was at his desk with his helmet on.

“He keeps it on so you can’t tell if he’s actually asleep,” Thorn told you one day. “I suspect he even does it while we’re standing guard sometimes.” You laughed aloud at that. The serious Commander Fox, asleep standing up. He was right though, you never would be able to tell.

The first time Fox removed his helmet in front of you, you hadn’t expected the gray dusting his temples, but honestly you weren’t surprised. The poor man was stressed beyond belief and worked half to death. You were more surprised that he finally did it in the first place. Fox sighed, running a hand through his unruly curls, before taking the caf and giving you a tired smile. He thanked you by name that time. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

From then on, he had been without it more when you went into his office. You even caught him sleeping once--head resting on his folded arms, bucket set next to him--and had done your best to deliver the caf without waking him. Maker knew he needed the sleep more than he needed hot caf--if Thorn hadn’t told you he snuck naps with the helmet on, you would think he ran off caf and stubborn will alone.

One morning, after you had passed out caf to the others--and a little cup of whipped cream for Grizzer--Fox hadn’t made an appearance, so you made your way to his office to drop it off. You knocked lightly on the door. “Come in,” his gruff voice called, and the door slid aside. You smiled at him, noting the way his shoulders visibly relaxed at seeing it was just you. You set the cup down on his desk. You had just turned when a touch on your wrist stopped you.

Fox was looking up at you, helmet cocked to the side. “You know you don’t have to bring us caf every time you work, right? The boys better not be nagging you for it.”

“I know,” you said. “I enjoy doing it. And it’s the least I could do.”

“The least you could do?”

“You all work so hard. You deserve more, even if it’s just better caf.”

He squeezed your wrist gently. “You don’t owe us anything. It is our duty to the Republic--”

“I know, Fox,” you tried to hide your grin, and failed. “But you’re also my friends.”

That seemed to surprise him, hand falling from your wrist as he sat back in his chair and regarded you curiously. You made your way back to the door, pausing in the entryway and looking back over your shoulder.

“Have a good morning, Commander.”

“...You as well, ma’am.”

The door slid shut behind you. Fox slipped his helmet off, setting it on his desk and staring hard at the door you had disappeared through. His eyes flicked to the paper cup of steaming caf, brows furrowed.

It was the first time you had called him by his name.

Friends?

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After that day, Fox seemed to be trying to talk to you more. Instead of taking his caf and running off, he would stay, either to chat or just hang around for a minute with you and the other Guards. Stone nudged Thire, who nudged Thorn, and they all looked over to where Fox leaned his hip casually against your desk and you were laughing at something he said.

“Did someone replace Fox while we weren’t looking?” Thire questioned under his breath.

“I’ve never seen him so...cheery,” Stone said.

You smiled up at Fox, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth. They watched as your fingers grazed the back of his hand where it rested on your desk. “Think something’s goin’ on between those two?” Thorn asked, gesturing vaguely over towards you and Fox with his cup.

“Absolutely.” Thire didn’t hesitate to answer.

The three quickly snapped to attention as Fox excused himself, heading their direction. You gave them a small wave. Thorn was about to wave back before Thire thumped him in the arm.

“Don’t you have duties to attend to?” Fox grumbled as he passed them, heading to his office. “Get to it.” You hid your laugh behind your hand seeing the three Commanders scramble to disperse.

Evening rolled around, and you cocked your head side to side, stretching your neck and shoulders. You had been going over forms all day, datapad after datapad, organizing reports and requests for the Chancellor and the Senate. Your shift was almost over, and you were getting ready to go home for the night.

Various members of the Guard had come and gone, leaving and returning from patrols. Senators and representatives had filtered through; less and less as the evening progressed. You were just getting ready to leave when Fox stalked through, back from his rounds, tense and practically vibrating with irritation. He didn't even spare you a glance as he disappeared into his office. If the doors weren't automatic, he likely would have slammed it shut.

You knew he had a thankless job--a job he had no say in having, either. Usually it was something to do with the Chancellor that got him so worked up. Half the time you thought Fox would strangle the man himself if he could. Maybe you should take Fox out to one of the cafes nearby, just for a second to breathe and not carry the weight of the Guard on his shoulders. Was that against regulation? It might be better to invite him back to your apartment. Or did that imply too much?

You pushed yourself up from your chair, mind made up. He could always say no. You wouldn’t be offended.

You paused outside the door to his office, listening carefully. You couldn’t hear anything from the other side. So, you knocked.

“What.” Fox’s biting tone surprised you, but you didn’t take it personally.

“Commander? I...It’s me,” you said hesitantly, and then wanted to smack yourself. Confidence. “Is everything alright?”

No response. You took the silence as a sign that he wasn’t interested in talking. That was fine. You didn’t want to impose if he needed time to himself. The door slid open just as you had stepped back, intending to leave. Fox sighed, jerking his head to direct you inside.

The door shut behind you, and Fox sat heavily in his chair at the desk. Another deep sigh, and his shoulders slumped. He pulled his helmet off, setting it aside, and you caught a glimpse of the dark circles under his eyes before he put his head in his hands.

“Commander Fox?” You took a tentative step forward, so you were close enough to reach out and touch his shoulder.

He looked up at you. There was still tension lining his shoulders, hands flexing into fists and then relaxing. Stress. He opened his mouth to say something, frowned, and then closed it again. He cleared his throat. “Did you need something?” You could tell he was making an effort to soften his voice, likely as to not snap at you again.

“I just wanted to check in, sir,” you said, coming around the desk to stand next to him, leaning your weight against it. “It looked like something was bothering you.”

He waved his hand in the air vaguely, brows pinched. “You don’t have to call me ‘sir,’ you’re not one of my men.” He looked like he was debating saying more, so you waited patiently, quietly, hoping he recognized that you were here to listen if he so needed.

“As you likely know, there’s a gala coming up. Senators, politicians, ambassadors, Jedi….” Fox huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s going to be a security nightmare. And the Chancellor,” he spat, venom in his voice, “has been on my case about patrols and the Guard. Always demanding more. We’re spread too thin, and not getting the support we need--” he cut himself off. He was getting himself worked up again.

You placed your hand over his where it was clenched into a fist on the desk. It relaxed under your touch. Fox heaved another sigh mixed with a groan. “I’m behind on paperwork too,” he glared at the stack of datapads sitting to the side. “I don’t know where I’m supposed to find the time to do everything.”

“Hmm,” you reached over and picked up one of the datapads, skimming through it, hopping up so you were now sitting on the desk. It was just a patrol report that needed Fox’s signature before being filed. “What’s your CC number?”

“CC-1010,” he answered instantly, then regarded you with suspicion. “Why?”

You signed the bottom of the form: CC-1010, “Fox,” and submitted it.

“What are you doing?” his voice seemed to have kicked up an octave.

“Helping you with your work. I deal with paperwork and holoforms all the time,” you said, picking up another datapad and scanning through the information. “Most of the time it’s to make sure there’s a document trail. Most of these probably don’t need an in-depth review, they’re not important. They just go in the archives and are never looked at again.”

“I--you--that’s illegal,” he sputtered. But he seemed more surprised than serious.

You raised a brow at him, signing his designation and name once again before submitting the next form. “Are you going to arrest me?”

“No,” he didn’t hesitate. Interesting. Then he had a thought. “Your handwriting doesn’t even look like mine.”

“Doesn’t it?” you showed him where you had signed. It was almost identical to his scrawling script. His eyes flicked between the form and your face, incredulity on his features.

“How…?”

You shrugged. “It’s something I’ve always been good at. Saved me a lot of trouble as a kid when I needed my parents to sign for something at school. Especially when it was a disciplinary note.” Fox barked a disbelieving laugh at that and you couldn’t help your sly smile. “Even if I didn’t mimic your signature, no one would notice. Or care. You could mark the lines with an X and it would go through; it’s only the acknowledgement they care about. You can even draw a loth-cat face and have that be in the archive forever as a signature.”

“Don’t you dare,” he threatened with a chuckle. “Some of these aren’t just patrol reports though. I actually have to read through the more important ones.”

You handed him a holopad as you picked up your third. “How’s this: we work on these together; if I find one that has important information or requires more than a signature, I’ll give it to you.”

He regarded you for a long moment, debating your offer. Some of the weight had lifted from his shoulders; he looked less tense, less overwhelmed, even less exhausted. Then he slowly nodded. “All right,” he said. “But you have to let me buy you coffee for once.”

“You don’t have to do that--”

“We’re friends. Right?”

That stopped you short. You did consider him and the other guards friends, but to hear him say that he also considered you one...it was nice. It made a pleasant warmth flutter in your stomach, and you couldn’t help your shy smile at his words. “Right,” you agreed. The soft upturn of his lips made your breath hitch. He looked so young when he smiled.

The two of you worked in companionable silence, steadily making your way through the stack of datapads. You had been correct--most of them were unimportant; standard reports and forms that required a signature purely for protocol. Every once in a while you handed one over to Fox for him to read through. Slowly, your free hands had crept together, and Fox hoped to the Maker that you didn’t notice how warm his cheeks had gotten.

Your thumb rubbed soothing circles over the back of his hand, and he didn’t notice he was staring at the way your fingers moved rather than reading through the form you handed him until you cleared your throat. “Fox?” you asked quietly. His gaze landed on your lips. He wanted you to keep saying his name, he wanted to hear it again and again--

You brushed a stray curl back from his forehead. A tug on your arm had you stumbling forward off-balance, and you would have fallen if strong arms had not wrapped around you and pulled you into an armored chest. Heat rushed to your face at the new position you found yourself in: sat in Fox’s lap, his hand still entwined with yours.

Then he kissed you.

It was gentle, soft. His lips pressed to yours chastely, far more gently than you expected him to be, and you felt the datapad fall from your hand. The sharp clatter of it hitting the ground made Fox pull back, but then you grasped the back of his neck, twining your fingers in his curls, and pulled him back to your mouth. He tossed his own back on the desk with a groan as your lips met again.

You licked the seam of his lips, and he opened for you. Fox was content to let you lead. His hand gripped your hip, and he sighed into your kisses, melting from your affection. You don’t know how long the two of you stayed like that--tasting, breathing each other in, sharing languid kisses full of pent-up desire.

His wild curls were soft in your fingers, and he all but purred when you lightly scratched your nails along his scalp. The hard plastoid of his thigh plates was uncomfortable underneath you, and you shifted your hips slightly in an effort to find a more comfortable spot. The breath hissed out through Fox's teeth, and your face flushed with warmth realizing you had brushed against his codpiece. His fingers tightened on your hip and thigh, pulling you towards him, encouraging your hips to roll against him again.

It was an awkward angle, with you sitting with your legs thrown over his lap, but from the hitch in Fox’s breathing it was doing something for him. You hummed into his mouth before pushing yourself up, holding onto his broad shoulders for support as you swung one leg over so you were now straddling him, chest to chest.

“Better?” he rumbled, nipping your bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue. You squeaked as his palms cupped and squeezed your ass, tugging you closer. Both of you basked in each other's eager little breaths and soft noises, hungry and wanting for more.

"Mhmm." The new position allowed you to feel the firmness of Fox's codpiece against your center when you pressed your hips into his. Fox really appreciated the new position, with your tits against his chest and free access to grope your ass. He almost whined into your mouth at the steady slow grind you started against him.

You wanted to hear that noise again. An idea struck you. You wanted to taste him. One more deep kiss, then you shimmied back off his lap. Fox made a noise of protest and tried to pull you back to him, but you just grinned and shooed his hands away. The floor was cold on your knees as you settled between his spread legs.

“What are you--oh,” he cut off with a harsh breath as your deft fingers unclasped his codpiece and tossed it away. Immediately, your palm cupped the warm bulge at the front of his blacks. He shifted in his seat, and you noticed his cheeks and ears had flushed a shade darker. How cute.

“Commander,” you purred, slowly stroking him through the fabric.

“Y-yes, cyare?” His hands flexed at the arms of his chair. He was struggling to not reach out and pull you back on his lap. Normally so composed, Fox now looked wrecked with his lips slightly parted, kiss-swollen, and hair mussed.

“Will you let me suck your cock?”

Fox spluttered and fumbled at your bluntness. You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him from beneath your lashes, still slowly stroking him over his blacks. You could see him fighting with himself. Maker, he wanted it. He wanted to see your pretty lips wrapped around his length. But he also didn’t want you to feel like you had to--he also desperately wanted to pleasure you.

“Please?” you leaned forward and mouthed at his clothed erection, letting your spit soak the fabric. Your eyes locked with his, looking up at him with your best faux-innocent look, like you had no idea what you were doing to him. But Maker, you were hungry. You wanted him.

“Fuck,” the word sounded as if it had been punched out of him. His pupils were blown wide, black swallowing the rich brown of his irises. “Fuck, yes--”

You wasted no time in tugging the band of his blacks down. A shiver worked its way through him; seeing you on your knees in front of him was a dream--a dirty little fantasy he would never admit to. Many nights alone in his quarters or in the showers he had roughly fisted his cock to the thought of you in situations that were most definitely unprofessional, biting the back of his hand to keep his noises at bay. And now here you were, the sweet secretary, making his dreams become reality.

The sliver of warm skin revealed to you made you instantly want more, and you couldn’t stop from pressing a light kiss to his hip. Then you eased his leaking cock from his blacks. Fox hissed in a breath through his teeth as your hand loosely wrapped around him, pumping his length slowly. The precum that dribbled from the tip slicked your grip. He was thick and firm in your hand, like velvet-wrapped durasteel.

The first stroke of your tongue against his cock made him curse. You licked slowly, working your way from tip to base and back, tracing the pulsing vein that ran along the underside. Taking the head of his cock in your mouth, you tasted the salty tang of the precum that leaked from him. When you hummed around him, his hand shot to your hair, fingers winding through the strands. He didn’t push you down or pull you away; instead, he merely just...held on.

Fox’s breathing kicked up watching you worship his cock with your tongue and hands. You enjoyed watching him try to hold himself together, slowly making him fall apart piece by piece. Your head bobbed up and down his length, each time taking more of him. Your hand continued to pump and work the rest you hadn’t fit in your mouth. He breathed out a string of words in a language you didn’t understand, but from the tone it sounded like he was praising you.

All his little noises were making the heat coil in your core. Wetness pooled between your legs, and you clenched your thighs together for the slightest bit of relief. You closed your eyes to concentrate, focusing on the weight of his cock on your tongue, the heat of his body. You slowly took more of him in your mouth until you felt his tip bump the back of your throat. Breathe through your nose. Fighting off your gag reflex, you swallowed around him.

“Shit! Shit, mesh’la--” Fox cried out above you, feeling your throat constrict around his length. He tugged gently on your hair, and you pulled off him with a gasp. “Fuck, if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum in your mouth.” It was meant to be a warning, but he sounded too breathless for it to carry any weight.

“But Commander,” you looked up at him, enveloping the tip of his cock in the heat of your mouth and gently sucking. His thighs twitched under your hands, cock throbbing, and you pulled off with an obscene pop. “That’s the best part.”

You were messy, letting saliva drip from your mouth and down his cock. You sucked, licked, and kissed every inch of his length until it was sopping. When you ducked down to take his balls in your mouth, his breath hitched, hand tightening in your hair, and a low moan came from him.

“Gedet’ye, mesh’la, gedet’ye--” Fox choked out.

“Hm?” You pulled back, hand wrapped around his cock and continued to pump him tightly. You twisted your wrist when your hand brushed over his head. He was panting lightly, and looked deliciously wrecked.

“Gedet’ye,” he said again, “please.”

You smiled at him, and he felt his heart jump. You looked filthy, lipstick--Coruscant guard red?--smeared, lips and chin wet with spit. “I want you to cum in my mouth, Fox.” Then you brought your mouth back to his cock and sucked, laving your tongue over the sensitive head as one hand stroked the base. The other came up to cradle his balls, and he was done for.

Fox cursed up a storm in both Basic and Mando’a, nearly doubling over as his orgasm was wrenched out of him by your clever mouth. You kept your gaze connected with his, eyes hazy and half-lidded. Warm spurts of his release filled your mouth and you eagerly swallowed it down, milking his cock until he had nothing left. Subtly, you rubbed your thighs together, so turned on it nearly hurt. Seeing Fox fall apart for you stoked the fire of arousal in your core.

He had an arm thrown over his eyes as he slumped in his chair, chest heaving for breath. “Stars above, you’re going to kill me,” he said. You giggled, hands running soothing motions over his thigh plates, even though he couldn’t feel it through the plastoid. He looked boneless and sated, which was exactly your intention--well, part of your intention.

Then he was guiding you back up, cupping your cheek and kissing you hard. It was desperate, deep, filled with so much emotion that you couldn’t decipher it, you only knew that you felt the same. You moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss, and you noticed the glint in his eye and his sly grin before he kissed you again, standing and guiding you back to sit on his desk.

“Now it’s my turn.”

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professorrw · 4 years ago

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Heyy could you do a scott lang smut where he's trying to be more dominant im bed but obviously doesn't work bc hes such a sweetheart and clumsy and reader teases him about it so he decides to show her that he can be dominant when he wants to ;)

Thank you for the request! I feel like that is totally something Scott would do 🤣

Pairing: female reader x Scott Lang

Requested: Yes

Warnings: smut, 18+, fluff, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart)

A/N: Requests are open for one-shots, headcanons, imagines, and drabbles for My Hero Academia, Harry Potter, and Marvel! My taglist is open so if you’d like to be on that just tell me! Please like, comment, and reblog!

Scott tries to be sexy. To you he already is, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to put on the moves in bed. When he tried to say something dirty it just didn’t sound right and would make you dissolve into giggles. Apparently your boyfriend didn’t appreciate that and it only made him try harder.

“Come on, wanna ride daddy?” he asked.

“Oh my god Scott stop. I can’t take it anymore.” You were clutching your sides they were hurting so much from laughing. You were laying in bed and he randomly started saying lewd things in a low voice. His green eyes were trained on you and a smirk was plainly displayed on his face. At least it was until you started laughing at him.

“You aren’t helping. I’m trying to be hot. Is it not working?” He was trying to hold back his smile but it was absolutely killing him. He himself felt strange saying such unfamiliar words. It wasn’t like him to act like a six foot five mafia boss. Scott was sweet and goofy, not dark and brooding.

“It’s not- I hate to break it to you. But I admire the effort.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek. He pouted but the smile reappeared on his face when you kissed him.

Right before your face could get away from him he caught your jaw in his hand. “I’m not done trying.” His gaze flickered from your lips to your eyes before he pressed his lips against yours. He really caught you by surprise doing that. It was something he’d never done before but you liked it.

His tongue slipped into your mouth and immediately took dominance. You didn’t know what switch flipped inside of him but you wanted to find it for next time too.

In no time he was completely on top of you, knees pressing into the bed on either side of your thighs. His arms were flexed and holding onto the backboard at either side of your head. His bulge was pressed against your stomach and you could feel a warm feeling growing in your lower regions.

He was kissing you with such an intensity it left you craving for more. When he pulled back your lips tried to follow his and he chuckled.

“Uh uh uh. If you want me you have to ask sweetheart.”

“Scott” was the only word that came out of your mouth before he was kissing you again. The hands that were on his sides had traveled further and were now pressed against his cock through his boxers. He took a sharp inhale when he felt that pressure against him but kept on with his kissing.

You took the liberty of pulling down his boxers and freeing his hard member. With your mouth still focused on his, your hands focused on the length you were now stroking. With one hand you pumped and with another you gently massaged his balls.

When you did that Scott accidentally bit down on your lip and groaned. You smirked and pulled just a few centimeters away. “You like that Scottie?”

He didn’t answer because he was still fighting to be the dominant one. Instead of reattaching his lips to yours he started to attack your neck. His hands quit clutching the headboard and came down to your chest. You weren’t wearing a bra beneath your nightshirt and he dipped his hands under the fabric and groped your boobs.

You were both fighting for control but with Scott pinching your sensitive buds and sucking on your neck it looked like he would win. You internally decided to let him win this and see what would happen. From what you could tell, dominant Scott was pretty fun.

Scott recognized your defeat and continued further down your body. He made a pit stop to kiss your nipples through your top and went even further to where your pajama pants began. He sat back up and pulled them down agonizingly slow.

You were waiting in anticipation for him to touch your needy core and in effect your eyebrows were drawn together and your bottom lip was in between your teeth. He glanced at you and saw that expression, which egged on his charade. You were giving him the exact response he wanted.

“Look at you sweetheart. You want it so badly,” he teased. The roles had officially been reversed and he was now the one teasing you.

He didn’t make you wait much longer though, for he pulled down your underwear and put it next to him on the bed. To make his life easier he hooked his hands under your legs and placed them on his shoulders. He had pulled you so high up that his face was less than a foot away from your pussy.

You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched with glossy eyes as he put his mouth to your clit. With the very tip of his tongue he licked it, teasing it. He attached his whole mouth to it and sucked. That warm feeling started to build and in a heartbeat your eyes were closed and your lips were parted.

He didn’t suck on your clit for long. He had other business to take care of first. He licked at your folds, getting a taste of you. He then pushed past them and into you. He moved his warm tongue all around your silky walls, curling and circling to his heart's content. You couldn’t see him with your eyes closed but the moans escaping your lips were setting his heart aflame.

Your arms were starting to ache and you gave a breath of relief when Scott set you down on the bed.

His act dropped for a second in worry. “Are you okay?”

“My arms were starting to hurt,” you admitted.

“I’m sorry sweetheart.” He leaned forward and kissed your cheek before he parted your legs once more. He was back on his knees and he was getting ready at your entrance. He moved the tip of his cock along your folds before inserting them past the barrier and into your velvety cavern.

You both release moans at the amazing sensation. Scott rocked back and forth on his knees, gaining momentum as he went on. From the tongue that he had just given you, you were close to your orgasm already. Scott was aware of that but he didn’t want to rush you into it.

He thrusted into you and hit your g-spot, sending a loud moan. He took that as a good sign and continued to try to hit that spot, succeeding multiple times until you were damn near your climax. His thrusts were getting sloppier and he was getting worn out but he wasn’t going to quit on you. He kept on thrusting and coaxing you with his voice.

“Come on baby. Come on, cum for me.” After repeating that and moans in general, sure enough you were there. A higher pitched moan came from your throat and you could feel the nice release wash over you. Scott thrusted more but slower now that you had cum.

He didn’t need intense thrusts to get him to his orgasm so he rode it out until he reached his orgasm. He came inside you and sat there for a minute so he wouldn’t make a mess. He reached next to him and grabbed his discarded underwear and held it under his cock when he slid it out.

You saw the whole thing and giggled.

He had quit acting tough and sexy and smiled. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

“I didn’t want to make a mess. I can clean the underwear pretty easily. It would be harder to wash the whole comforter.”

You playfully scoffed and pulled him down so he was lying next to you. You rolled over and laid your head against his chest. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed the top of your head.

“I love you Scott.”

“I love you too sweetheart.”

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 5 years ago

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here it goes you walk into chris enjoying himself (why am i so awkward though) and he says your name but you are not together and you can take it from there💕

A/N- Well damn! what a sight to walk into. *smirks* I dont mind helping out.

He should feel ashamed, he knew it. You were his friend, close friend. But you two were not together, you never mentioned having any interest.

And yet, he couldnt get you out of his mind, and he ached. How he longed to feel you wriggling underneath him, crying his name out in release, the slide of your legs curling around to lock behind his back and your arms circling his neck. The way your eyes would shine up at him, and a bite to your perfect pink lips swollen from his kisses.

You occupied all his thoughts. And today more so then usual since you were working on set while he was trying to do a certain scene with his costar. Romantic scenes were always awkward, sure he did what he needed to do, as well as his costar. But her lips were not the ones he wanted pressed so sweetly against his skin.

Yours though, made him rock hard and throbbing. Once he escaped to his trailer, he tried to calm down. Tried to settle himself down, thing those awkward thoughts that could turn an erection off. Yet today, they all just went back to you.

Chris had it bad.

Finally with no other option he could consider, he undid his jeans and slid them down enough to his cock to stand rigid, folding up towards his lower belly, and grasping himself, he started to jerk his wrist, groaning in relief at just how good it felt, why he waited so long he didnt know. In his minds eye he was picturing your hands wrapping around him, how you would look so sweetly up at him. Slowing down a bit, he didnt want to come to soon and loose the visualization.

You had two coffees in hand and asked a temp back on set. “Seen Chris?”

“Oh yea, the crew broke for lunch, probably in his trailer. He seems kind of off today.”

“Yea, I noticed that to. Thinking a bit of a pick me up would help.” You motion with the coffee what you were speaking of and saying goodbye, you head towards Chris trailer. Perhaps you should have knocked, but honestly you didnt really think of that. This was Chris, you two kinda just barged in all the time on one another. So you popped open the door and head up the stairs, saying his name. “Chris, got you something!”

“Y/N....” you hear from the back, so you head towards the bedroom of the trailer, and you are caught by surprise to see Chris sitting on the edge of his bed, moaning YOUR name softly between gasps and jerking himself. He lifted his head and shame laced across his cheek, the next time he said your name it was rushed, no longer the soft needy way. Trying to stuff himself back away, you put the coffees down and go to him, stopping his rushed movements.

“Chris wait... “ you bite your lip and sink to your knees, moving his hands away. “Let me help you.” His eyes widened in surprise at your actions but gives a slight nod in ‘ok’. You smirk, your gaze turning hooded, wanting. A flick of your tongue against your lips made him hitch a breath, and you wrap your palm around his base, sliding up slowly, gazing his reaction. A slight twist makes him moan and when you dropped your lips to kiss his head, slicking a tongue around and following the slit to collect the moisture collected, you were rewarded with a shudder.

Chris couldnt believe you were fulfilling his dreams, just as he always pictured it, your teased the length with your tongue, following that underside vein will you reached his head again. This time you parted your lips and started to stretch around him, drawing him into your very wet hungry mouth, and his hands grasped your head to fist in tighter the more you slid yourself around him.

“Just like that Y/N” He groaned, pushing you down just a bit more, sliding into your throat, squeezing and flexing around him, while taking ragged breaths as hes pulling back. Movements started to pick up, hour mouth sucking on Chris’s cock, hollowing cheeks, swallowing around him, his head tipping back at the sensations your causing the faster you move, slurping sounds filling the small now heated space. your hands worked him where you couldnt fit, and his balls, rolling and giving just the softest tug that made him groan out in the dirtiest way, you tested it once more and was rewarded with cursing.

“Fuck Y/N... again.” Whatever you want Handsome, you think.

You bob your head faster, moaning yourself at how his velvet smooth heaviness rested on your tongue, the male taste of his length and pre cum, you wanted it all, to taste him dominating your mouth. Now his hips were jerking to meet your bobs, his hands coming to grasp your head and still you, thoroughly face fucking you himself now. You can feel your pussy wet now, aching at feeling him take control, You were a mess around him now, a wet needy mess, begging him to give himself over to you, your hands digging into his thighs and snapping back and forth to swallow his cock.

“Im gonna cum Y/N” He panted, and looked down at you, stilling his cock buried deep, making you whimper at the sensation, your eyes rolling up pleading. “Swallow all of it baby.” You whine in a much more excited way and dont try to pull away, he knows how much you want to taste his seed.

Letting his thrusts start and take over, he roars out your name in that final one, and you can feel the thick jets shooting down your throat, filling your mouth, and your swallowing his essence like you were dying of thirst. Your eyes roll back and you sigh, pulling away as he loosen and slumps backwards against the bed, groaning himself. You swipe your tongue around him, cleaning him off before resting your head against his thigh to catch your breath. His hand moves to cup your face and ease you up on the bed with him.

“I should say thank you.”

You move to stretch out next to him, wiping your mouth and smiling at him, shrugging. “It was as much for me as you Chris.” Your quiet a moment, and his eyes search your face for a moment, and you twist to lay on your side. “But I do want to put out there, if you were interested in a friends with benefits deal, I wouldnt say no. I know your busy doing your own thing, and I am to. But this... I need more of this.”

Fuck it was like you had read his mind.

“This Y/N, well this was perfect. Friends can fuck.”

Friends with Benefits had there perks.

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deadontheinsidebut · 4 years ago

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Hey bub! I was wondering if I could get a matchup ☞︎☜︎ I am a 5’7 ish straight female. I have wavy shoulder length floofy brown hair. I have lighter skin and freckles absolutely everywhere. I have brown eyes but one of them is darker than the other. not that it’s important I just think it’s cool. N E ways I am apparently a “bruh girl” my enneagram is 2 my MBTI is ENFP but I’m almost 50/50 on the introvert extrovert scale thingy. I have adhd so I get distracted as I ramble a lot so sorry if-(1/2)

SOFIE BB IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO ANSWER!! But fr tho I wasn’t being biased when I wrote this!! You two just fit!! I love you n I hope you have an amazing day!💗💗✨

I match you with...

✨Iwaizumi Hajime✨

Ok FIRST OF ALL!! I see Iwa-chan with both a Bruh girl AND a soft girl but in this case, he’s completely enamoured by your Bruh girl ass

Iwaizumi is NOT afraid to call you out on your bs!! If he feels like you’re a bit distracted when you’re supposed to be doing your work or scold you when you get distracted from your vball practice

He scolds you similarly to how he colds Oikawa except he’s never violent with you

The most he’ll do is bonk you on the head affectionately and call you an idiot

He LOVES that you play vball as well because now he has an excuse to not practice with Oikawa!! Yay for him !!

You guys bond over your love for vball and he gets worried about you when he sees your scraped/bruised skin from diving

So he always makes sure to help you clean up after afterwards and provides you with the ice pack if you need it

You and Oikawa get along SO WELL

It’s so chaotic when you two are together because now Iwaizumi has 2 idiots to take care of

And you and Oikawa LOVE to tease Iwa-chan because an angry iwa-chan is a hot iwa-chan🥵

But Iwaizumi only takes it out on Oikawa!! So it’s a 2 birds with one stone kinda thing for you because you get to make fun of your bf and also see your bestie get in trouble

Oh god

Tell Iwaizumi one of your dad jokes I dare you

He thinks they’re kind of stupid but tries his best to laugh at them so you don’t feel bad

And he goes on the internet to find some of his own to surprise you it’s actually hilarious

And Oikawa wants to be present everytime Iwaizumi tells a joke because it’s such a rare sight!!

Ok once you made him try on your “English professor clothing” and he lowkey looked so hot

You put Oikawa’s glasses on him and you went 😳😳

He’s actually a stud and the fact that you’re smaller than him means your clothes are super tight on him and his muscles look so defined

If he flexed on you the shirt would probably rip LOL

You make him dance with you to rock music and once you took a picture of him jamming out to your fave song and you’ve never let him live it down since

It’s honestly your leverage when you want smt

You two are just overall a pretty good balance as his calmer vibes pair well with your giddy ones

10/10 the couple that’s always up to smt and never fails to tell you a story about their adventures of you ask

#haikyuu!!#iwazumi hajime #haikyuu matchup

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benhardyisdaddy · 6 years ago

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Just Between Us - Part 3

MASTERLIST

(hope you all like this part, its long im SORRY also there’s smutty smut for just warning, this is when the angst kicks off yall ayeee)

Word Count: 2,434

The boys first concert was tonight and adrenaline and nerves were running high. You all had left the hotel early so they could run some rehearsals before the real show. You’re sat in the back squished between Fred and Brian as you all drive to the venue. You had just found out the venue was sold out, meaning 2,000 people would be watching them tonight. You were almost nervous for them, but you knew they would do amazing. Everyone was laughing and talking loudly as Roger turns in his seat and looks to you. Your stomach flips at the smirk on his face and he just winks and turns back around. You clear your throat and try to focus on Fred’s story that he’s telling.

When you all arrive to the venue, you’re ushered back to the dressing room where the boys all got around. You were attempting to focus on a magazine you were reading as they all undressed and picked out their outfits. You glanced up quickly and spot Roger in nothing but his underwear. He raises his arms above his head and stretched, every muscle in his body flexing. You look back down to your magazine and gulp. You barely knew the man and you already wanted to jump his bones. You forced yourself to think of anything else other than that. You stayed back in the room while the boys all went to go practice for rehearsals. You walk up to the large mirror and begin fixing your hair and makeup as well. It felt like forever until someone entered the room and told you to follow them. You obliged and follow them down a long hallway and are ushered into a blocked off seat towards the corner. You got a perfect view of them all and you smiled.

You sat there for several minutes until the lights go dark and the stage lights up. Screams and shouts were heard all around you as everyone stood up. You stand as well and smile huge as the boys make their way to the stage. They all look so cute and giddy as Fred begins speaking to the crowd. The first song they sing was Keep Yourself Alive and you found yourself watching Roger the whole time. The faces he makes when playing was the cutest ever. He was so into the music and you were slowly starting to realize you were so into him. The concert continued for almost two hours when the boys made their way to the front of the stage and bowed as the crowd went insane. They stood back up and Fred brought the mic to his mouth.

“And a big shout out to my best friend, y/n, for being here with us! Goodnight!”

Your cheeks burned at the mention of your name. You laugh loudly and shake your head. That was the Fred you knew. Always thinking of you no matter what. You look around as the audience begins to exit and watch as the same person who brought you out here, ushers you backstage once more. You make your way back to the dressing room and all of the boys are freaking out. The adrenaline’s so high and you feel like you’re on cloud nine with them. They watch as you enter and they all shout your name, making you laugh. Fred rushes up to you, picks you up and spins you around. You squeal loudly and throw your head back laughing.

“You did so amazing!” you say as you cup his face.

He places you back down and tries to catch his breath. You look around and smile at everyone else.

“You all did so amazing! I’ve never heard so many screams in my life!”

Roger smiles and walks up to you. He throws his shirt off and shows off the glistening sweat that covers him.

“I think this calls for a celebration.What do you think, y/n?” he asks, looking at you.

You’re taken back for a moment and suddenly nod.

“Oh, yeah. Definitely deserves a celebration!”

The boys all shout in approval and quickly change their clothes.

“Drinks are on Miami!” shouts Fred, causing everyone to laugh and cheer more.

You look to Miami and he looks proud, yet slightly annoyed. He looks to you and smiles while rolling his eyes. You can tell he was use to this.

***

When Roger called for a celebration, he just meant to drink as much as he can and see what happens apparently. You were drinking, but you didn’t want to make yourself sick. You cut yourself off from alcohol when you suddenly started seeing double and walking straight was a chore. Music blared all around you as you all made your way to the club’s dance floor. You begin dancing with John and laughing with him. Fred was in front of you as you yelled silly things at each other. Alcohol made you a totally different person.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” shouts Fred.

Your eyes were hooded as you drunkenly grin and nod.

“Time of my life!” you shout back.

“Good!”

You continue dancing and swaying your hips when you feel someone walk up behind you. You turn your head and watch a drunk Roger stare at you. You stare at him for a second when a wave of confidence washes over you. You turn around fully and walk to him. He’s half shocked when you wrap your arms around his neck and begin dancing. His hands go to your hips and squeeze lightly. You raise a brow as you spin yourself around and begin grinding against him. His breath gets caught in his throat as you lean against him hard. You knew what you were doing and you enjoyed every second of it. Suddenly, Roger spins you around and lowers his mouth to your ear.

“Let’s go.” he says bluntly.

You freeze and smirk as you look to him and nod. He takes your hand, but before you can walk away, Fred calls out to you. You drop his hand fast and turn around.

“We should leave!” he yells.

Your heart races as you agree with him. You all make your way out of the club and back into your car. Everyone piles in and this time you were squished between Freddie and Roger. The drive back to the hotel was quiet, seeing as everyone, besides Roger and you, fell asleep on the way there. You look around and watch as Fred’s head was leaned against your shoulder. You smile when you feel Roger nudge your arm. You look over to him and he leans his mouth over to your ear.

“Meet me in my room.” he whispers, his hand sliding onto your thigh.

You bite your lip gently and look back at him, raising a brow. The car pulls up in front of the hotel and the doors of the car are opened, which wakes the boys up. They all drunkenly clamber out, and just before you slip out, you whisper back to Rog.

“Maybe.”

***

You had to help Fred get to his room and put him to bed. Roger, and a less drunk Brian, had to help John. You pull the covers over Fred and watch as he snores away. You exit his room and make your way back to yours. You nervously look at yourself in the mirror and fix yourself up before you head to Roger’s room. You make your way down the hall and take in a deep breath as you quietly knock on his door. Several seconds pass when he opens it up. He looks yummier than ever.

“I didn’t know if you’d actually come.” he says, half surprised.

You smile and lightly laugh.

“Why would I not?” you ask, making your way inside.

Roger watches you as he shuts the door and locks it. You stroll over to his bed and slip off your heels. You turn around and watch him.

“You gonna just stand there or you gonna help unzip this dress?” you purr.

Roger’s eyes widen a bit as he’s taken back by your bluntness. Before you know it, he crosses the room and his lips are on yours. The kiss is fast and hot as he tangles his hands in your hair. You groan out as he uses his free hand to unzip your dress and allow it to pool by your feet.

“Wanted to do this since we met.” he whispers.

You smile and pull at his hair harshly.

“Mmm, me too.” you say.

Roger’s hand goes to your exposed breast and squeezes it. Your head falls back slightly as his lips attach to your neck. He slides his hand down and slips them into your panties. He rubs you fast as your eyes squeeze close. Roger breaks away and forces you to sit on the edge of the bed. He drops to his knees and hurriedly takes your panties off. He slings your legs over his shoulder and admires your soaked heat. He licks his lips, looks up to you and begins devouring you. You hold yourself up on your elbows as your head falls back. You moan out loudly and buck your hips against him.

“Oh my god…” you groan. “Is this really happening?”

Roger smiles against you and hums a ‘mhm’ causing you to moan at the vibrations. Roger holds your legs still as his tongue works itself over your swollen nub.

“You taste so sweet.” he whispers as he licks you up.

“Roger…” you moan. “Need more than this.” you say.

He stops his motions, leans away and wipes his chin with the back of his hand. You can see his throbbing bulge in his pants as he slides them down fast, his cock springing free. You reach your hand forward and pump him a few times, intimidated by his size. His eyes flutter close as he tenses his jaw. He looks back to you with dark eyes and smirks. You let go of him and crawl back onto the bed all the way. Roger throws his shirt off and hovers over you, his lips attaching to yours once again.

“I don’t have a condom.” he warns you.

“That’s okay.” you shake your head.

He nods and runs his length between your slick folds.

“Please.” you drunkenly whisper out.

“Good girl.” he whispers back.

He lines himself up at your entrance, nuzzles his face into your neck and slowly pushes in. You wrap your legs around him tightly and cry out. He breathes heavily in your ear as he pulls out of you and slams back inside. You pull at his hair, making him groan.

“Feel so good.” he murmurs.

“Faster.” you cry out.

He does just that. Roger picks up his speed to a brutally fast pace and slams in and out of you. You cry out with every thrust as the room begins to spin. Roger leans away and kisses you once more. He brings his hand between your legs and rubs your clit fast and hard, causing you to almost squeal. You moan repeatedly and arch your back off of the bed.

“I’m so close.” confesses Rog as his thrusts become sloppier.

“Cum in me.” you say, causing him to look at you fast.

You bite your lip as a serious expression fills his face. He nuzzles his head back into your neck as he picks up his speed once more. His hand works between your legs still as he moans loudly into your ear, causing your stomach to twist. Your legs begin shaking and you know you’re close too. Faster than usual for you both, thanks to the alcohol. Roger jerks his hips forward and holds himself deep inside of you. His warm seed fills you up and as his body convulses until every last drop is inside of you. The feeling of him releasing inside of you had pushed you over the edge. You cry out as your body shakes and you begin to see white. The pleasure fills your every core as you smile to yourself and fist the sheets hard. Roger pulls away and thrusts into you two more times, watching you squirm under him. You both are hot, sweaty messes as you open your eyes and look at him. He smirks as he gently kisses you. He stays inside of you for a moment, before pulling out.

“That was amazing.” he whispers as he falls next to you on the bed.

You are still trying to catch your breath as you cover yourself up with the sheet and nod.

“So amazing.” you reply.

Roger looks over to you and smiles.

“Stay in here tonight. You can leave in the morning before they get up.” he says.

You nod your head as he pulls you over to him. You rest your head on his chest and listen to his fast heartbeat. You close your eyes and sigh as he rubs your arm slowly. You both eventually fall asleep with your limbs twisted around each other.

***

Morning felt like it arrived too soon. The sun was beginning to rise as your eyes blink open. You were still in bed with Roger, your head on his chest. He was in a deep sleep as his eyes flutter around. He looked so beautiful. Memories of what happened last night came flooding to you and you couldn’t help but smile. You knew not to dare tell any of the other boys what had happened, especially Freddie. He would be so disappointed in you. You yawn and stretch when all of a sudden the room’s phone rings. You, without thinking, reach over on your side and pick it up. Before you can say anything, someone speaks.

“Roger? You said you’d call last night, but you never did. Felix has been up all night and I’m so exhausted. I can’t wait for you to come back home.”

Your eyes open wide as you keep the phone at your ear. It was a women talking and your heart almost stopped. Your face was pale as she speaks again.

“Roger? Hello?”

Just then you feel the bed move and Roger moves around to face you. He looks nervous as the phone’s to your ear and the almost sick expression on your face.

“Y/n, who is it?” he whispers nervously.

You slowly reach the phone to him and he puts it up to his ear.

“Hello?” he asks.

When the women speaks, he looks to you fast. This time his face was turning pale.

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leelee10898 · 6 years ago

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Fast cars & Freedom: Little wonders (6/?)

Summary: Ellie and Luca spend some quality time with both Logan and Colt. Will they behave?

Pairing: Logan x Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Rating: Mature.

AN: Ok, a little fluff here and there, some steamy stuff too... I got a little carried away here at 2,900 words!! Catch up HERE. As always if you would like to be added to the tag list, let me know!

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Ellie walked into the house, flopping herself on the couch. “So, how'd it go?” Riya asked.

“Well, he's coming to the beach with us.” Riya made a face “Yikes! How do you think that's going to go?”

“I don't know, good I hope. I shouldn't have invited him along, but I just wanted them both to meet her. I mean really meet her, in Colt's case. Not just a run in at the farmers market.”

“Can I ask you a question?” Ellie sat up, usually when Riya said that, she didn't like what she was going to be asked “Ok. Sure.” she hesitantly answered.

“Why are you going to have them meet her before the paternity test? Isn't that setting one up to be hurt when the results come in?”

Ellie sat there staring at her best friend, she was right. Of course she was right, and that was the logical thing to do. “Well, Logan asked to meet her. And Colt, well he has already met her and wants to get to know her. I don't know, it seemed like a good idea at the time.” she let out a frustrated sigh.

“And what about them? How are you going to handle being around them both? I know you still care for them.” Riya gave her a knowing look.

“Ri this isn't about me, it's about Luca knowing her father. My feelings dont matter right now.” that was a lie, or a half lie at least. As soon as she saw the both of them, her feelings came flooding back.

They spent the night hanging out, talking and playing some board games with Luca. Ellie got Luca to sleep and then laid down herself. They were all meeting at the beach and her nerves were a wreck. She tossed and turned before finally falling asleep. But her dreams were running wild.

********

Her fingers trailed long the jukebox key, scrolling for the perfect song. She pressed her selection as Logan quirked his brow grabbing her hand pulling her close. “Very fitting song, seeing as you're spending your evening with a dangerous criminal.”

“The only thing Dangerous about you are those totally kissable lips.” She smirked as she leaned in.

They swayed together, it was only the two of them in that moment. “Have you thought about going back to school?” she cooed into his ear.

“Eh I don't know, having to sit in a school all day, abiding by someone's rules. That's the reason I dropped out in the first place.”

She lifted her head from his shoulder “Logan, there are other ways to get your diploma. Night school for one. You could even do it online. Just, think about it ok?”

He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “For you, I'd move the stars in the sky.”

**********

“Mommy. Mommy.” her eyes flew open, pulling her from the dream. “Luca? What's the matter sweetie?” Luca stood before her, tears in her her eyes. “I had a bad dream.” she sniffled. Ellie picked her up and laid her in bed next to her. Luca snuggled up next to her as she rubbed her hair, Ellie began to hum a sweet melody, it was one her mother used to sing her.

Lavender's green, dilly, dilly

Lavender's blue

If you love me, dilly, dilly

I will love you

It didn't take long before they were both sound asleep.

Ellie woke the next morning and crept down the stairs. “Morning” her dad said coffee in hand, he slid another towards her. “Morning. What time did you get in last night?” Ellie smirked, knowing it had to be very late. “Ah 1am? We were talking and the time just got away from us.” Her father couldn't wipe the smile off his face, she was so happy for him. After her mother died, he refused to date. He put all of his energy into raising her and working, but in recent years he started to dip his feet in the dating pool.

“So, you all ready for your beach trip with Logan today?” he asked as he took a seat next to her at the kitchen table. “Well, I sort of invited Colt along.” she shrugged, a new development her father hadn't been made privy to. “COLT!?” Her father choked on his coffee. “Yeah, We sort of ran into him at the farmers market yesterday. He ah. Met Luca,” she sipped her coffee, avoiding eye contact. “Oh there's jerky for you.” she tried changing the subject. Her father had been hell bent on her telling them since Luca was born, he hated that Ellie was solely responsible for Lucas care and there were 2 able bodied men out there somewhere. “Well, its about damn time I say.” She rolled her eyes, and went upstairs to get Luca ready.

They arrived at the beach a short time later, they un packed the car and found a spot on the beach waiting for Logan and colt to arrive. Ellie hadn't told Luca that both Colt and Logan would be joining them, so it was going to be a surprise. Logan was the first to arrive. With butterflies in his stomach he trudged across the sand in a pair of swim trunks and a t-shirt. “Hey troublemaker.” He grinned as he approached. “Hey Logan.” she gave him a hug “Ready to meet her?” he nodded as they turned towards Luca “Sweetie I want you to meet somebody. This is Logan, one of mommy's old friends. Logan, this is Luca.” Luca quirked her little brow, “Hi Logan. Are all of mommy's old friends boys?”

“Ahhhh.” He looked at Ellie confused, just then they heard the sound of a loud motorcycle pull up. “We ah, ran into Colt at the farmers market yesterday. He knows.” longan shook his head “Got ya. This should be fun.” she pushed him. “Play nice, I've already warned him.” He gave her a lopsided smile “Yes mom.”

Colt approached the group. “Hi El.” he hugged her. His eyes locked on Logan “Logan.” he put his hand out, Logan grasped it firmly. “Hi Colt.” “Is that your motorcycle?” Luca approached awe struck. “Yes it is. Do you like motorcycles?” Luca shook her head “Yup. They go fast, I like fast stuff, it's fun.” Both men shared a grin, and then looking at Ellie who shook her head “Yeah, she does. Cars too. Do you see where it gets confusing for me?”

“Can we play now?” Luca whined, bored of the conversation. “Sure, what do you want to play?” Logan asked. “How about sandcastles? Will you guys help me? I need a lot of water and my little arms can't carry it alll the way up here.” Colt snickered, she definitely had Ellie's dramatic flare. “Of course we can.” Colt answered as they started walking towards an open spot next to them. “um Colt, Logan. You're going to get all sandy, you need to be beach ready.” She snapped.

Ellie watched the two men be ordered around, they were practically tripping over themselves to help her. And then Logan stripped his shirt off, Ellies gaze traveled his chest. He was still so toned and firm, she wasn't sure it was possible for him to look any better than he used to, but damn if he wasn't. Her eyes snapped to the side of him to where colt was removing his shirt and jeans. Ellie couldn't help but gawk as her eyes feasted over yet another perfectly sculpted body.

Colts shoulders were a bit broader than they used to be but he still looked like a tan god standing in front of her. She swore she was drooling, but for the life of her she couldn't stop staring. How was it fair that time had only made them hotter? She was thicker than she used to be. After she had Luca, she filled out in many areas, making her a little self conscious.

So here she stood, unable to move or blink, she didn't hear the kid down the beach hollering heads up, just as a volleyball hit her in the side of the head. “Are you ok Ellie?” Logan shouted “Yeah, im fine.” she shouted back. A cuckling Colt ran forward collecting the ball. He reached down scooping it up.

“See something you like?” He shot her a wink as he threw the ball back, and went back playing with Luca and Logan. Ellie sat down in her chair, catching some sun her mind wandering back..

*******

She had just walked downstairs to grab a drink of water. It was hot up in the loft. She heard some noises and grunts coming from the garage area. She crept out to see who it was. She stopped in the doorway seeing Colt working on his bike. He stood ripping off his shirt and tossing it on the tool box behind him. She watched as his glistening sweat covered muscles flexed with each motion he made. She leaned against the door frame, marveling in the sight of him. when she met him she couldn't stand him, He was so smug and arrogant, but boy was he was nice to look at.

He stood noticing her there, smirking as he walked towards her, noticing the way she was staring at him. “See something you like?” He said as he walked past her and into the kitchen, washing his hands.

“I ah. It's hot. I mean, up there. Its um, hot.” she stumbled on her words

“You said that already.” He chuckled as he walked up to her grabbing the bottle of water and drinking it.

“You are so infuriating.” she scoffed as he pushed closer to her, his body inches from hers.

“Oh yeah? You gonna do something about that?” he challenged. her eyes locked with his as she reached out and touched his chest. She felt his muscles contract under her touch.

His lips were on hers in an instant. His tongue parting her lips causing a soft moan to escape. They pulled back breathless, their eyes searching each others as they came together again. Her hands lacing his black locks. He backed her up against the fridge knocking several items off the top. His lips left hers placing frantic kisses along her jawline, making their way down her neck as he nipped and gently sucked her pulse point. “Mmmm Colt.” He slipped his hand up her loose tank top, gently caressing her bare chest. His lips were on hers again as her hand reached down softly palming his already stiff length. He moaned out thrusting himself against her hand. “Fuck Ellie, I want you. I want you so bad.”

His lips finding her neck again. “Colt. Please.” Her body ached for his touch.

“Well well well. What do we have here?” They froze in place seeing Mona smirking.

*****

Ellie shook the thought from her head as she watched the three before her building a sandcastle.

“Your side is lopsided Kaneko, what's wrong? Don't you know how to build a sandcastle?” Logan boasted.

“Yeah. Well your side is to dry.” He reached out pushing his finger into the side of Logan's tower. “See, just fell apart.”

“What's Kaneko?” Luca asked

“It's my last name.” Colt smiled at the question.

“Why did Logan call you that?”

“Well, that's what everybody used to call my dad and sometimes me.” Colt answered somberly, Logan gave him a sympathetic look.

They continued to work on the sandcastle, both making little cracks at each other undetected to Luca. “um Colt, what are you doing?” Colt looked at her confused “what is that?” She pointed at the small cannon he constructed in the tower. “This cannon? Oh, its to help defend the castle against intruders.” He grinned clearly pleased with himself. “magical mermaid princess's do NOT have intruders Colt.” Logan snickered “Ok. Ok. No cannons.”

Luca stood up “Ok, it's time for swimming. Mommy, let's go swimming.” Luca yelled running over to Her. Colt and Logan stood up “Ok I still hate you but, the cannon was a nice touch.” Logan whispered, Colt smirked “Next time, we make a mans castle.”

Ellie stood up and shimmied out of her shorts, leaving her tank top on walking towards the water. “Mommy, you left your shirt on. You gotta take it off.” Ellie stood there frozen “Mommy is just going to leave her shirt on ok.”

“Mommy. You don't wear a shirt in the water.” she put her hands on her hips. “Yeah Ellie, what are you chicken?” Logan teased. Ellie rolled her eyes at him lifting her shirt. She noticed their eyes glued to her. Why not have a little fun? She thought taking Lucas hand and walking towards the water, sashaying her hips eith a little extra oomph to show off. Colt and Logan stood there staring. Ellie was beautiful before, but since she had gotten older she matured into a stunning woman.

Logan spoke, his eyes still fixed on her “Dude I still hate you but..”

“Don't even gotta say it man, I know.” Colt replied.

“You guys coming?” Ellied called out. Logan took off running, Colt on his heels. Logan pushed him causing him to lose his balance. Colt stumbled over grabbing Logan's legs as he took him down with him. “Damnit Colt.” Logan grunted. “Don't fucking go there Logan, you pushed me.” he huffed as they scrambled to their feet.

They played around in the water for a while, each taking turns with Luca. Colt had her out in the water, teaching her how to wakeboard, while Logan and Ellie walked along the beach. “So, tell me what you're thinking.” she noticed Logan's far off expression. “oh. Um nothing.” he shrugged her off. “Seriously Logan, its ok. It's a lot to take in, just tell me what you're thinking.” He stopped walking. “Luca is an amazing little girl. I never had a father, the closest thing to a dad I had was Kaneko. What if im not any good. The thought of being a parent is scaring the hell out of me.” Ellie tried not to let the sting of his confession effect her. He only just found out a few days ago, and it is a lot to process. “I understand.”

“Hey,” He took her hand in his “I'm not saying I wouldn't be happy if she is mine, I would be over the moon. I would step up and take care of Luca and you. But, I am ok just being Uncle Logan too. If the odds don't end up weighing in my favor.”

Ellie smiled at him, he had been amazing throughout this whole thing so far, he was sweet, thoughtful, amazing and kind. She reached out cupping his cheek. “Thank you. You have no idea how great it is to hear that.”

Luca and Colt came up “Someone wants ice cream.” Colt announced as the eager little girl danced around in front of them. “How about uncle Logan takes you, is that ok?” Ellie stifled a laugh “Alrighty! Oh yeah! Come on uncle Logan.” she grabbed his hand pulling him towards the concession stand.

Colt gave her a confused look “Uncle Logan?” Ellie smiled and shook her head. “He said he would be content being uncle Logan if she wasn't his.

“Huh. That's mighty big of him.” Colt looked down at the sand.

“Guess he is making light of this awkward situation,” she glanced over at the concession, watching logan carry Luca on his shoulders. “Speaking of, how are you adjusting. You've had less than 24 hours. Its a lot to process.”

“Me?” He pressed his fingers to his chest. “Im fine. Luca is a piece of work, just like her mother.” Ellie giggled “So what about you? Do you think you could be Uncle Colt?” They walked along the waters edge.

“Well, that would be impossible since she's mine.” a smirk tugged on his lips.

“Colt, how are you so sure of this? I have had 6 years to wonder, and 5 of them looking at this little girl swearing one minute she's Logan's, and the other yours.” she started to become upset. the last thing he wanted to do was make her upset.

“Hey, El. Look at me,” He tilted her chin up with his finger. “I would be anything you needed me to be. Father,Uncle, friend. I would do anything you asked of me.” She stared into his deep brown eyes she knew he was telling the truth. She felt herself gravitating towards him, wanting so badly to press her lips against his.

She pulled away quickly, stopping herself from making a big mistake. “Colt..” She breathed out. “Give me a chance Ellie. Let me be the husband you deserve.”

Logan and Luca returned from the concessions, luca completely cover in chocolate Ice cream. “Ok, let's get you washed off, its about time to pack it up for the day.” Ellie reached for her hand leading her back to the water.

They said their goodbyes as Ellie got Luca buckled into the car seat. Telling each of them they could catch up soon. As she drove away she looked at both Logan and Colt in the rearview. She was definitely lying when she said it wasn't about her. One wrong move and she could lose her heart to one-or both- of them again."

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lostandbrokenshell · 6 years ago

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Alright a John Seed X OC Elle White

Warning: Smut, smutty, smut, smut 🍋 🍋 🍋 It is also my first time writing smut so i do hope you enjoy.

Pre cult setting. John Seed Lawyer, and law firm partner meets Elle White P.I investigator. Part one of two, but probably more storys of Elle to come.

Elle got off the elevator walked towards the office of Mike White. As soon as the secretary saw her she stepped in to intercept but Elle just pushed her out of the way and stepped into the office. His face dropped when he saw her, there was another man in the office as well.

“Sorry to interrupt, rather important.” Elle said with a pleasant smile.

“Should i call security she pushed right past me?” The secretary asked angerly.

“No need for that dear, Sara. That is your name right? Hm? Security isn’t needed because his wife sent me, im his sister to so it would make the family dinners a bit more awkward to throw me out.” Elle replied cheekily the other man had a small smile while both Mike and Sara whent white.

Clearing his throat Mike stood up. “Its ok Sara, John im sorry but can we continue this later?”

John seemed slightly amused at the situation but nodded at Mike. “Of course, and its a pleasure to meet you Elle I have heard so much its nice to put a face to the name. He gave her a small handshake on the way out.

Mile made sure the door was all the way shut before turning to Elle but before he could Elle cut in. “She’s already moved everything of hers out Mike, I spent the morning helping her.” His face dropped. “Her lawyer has all the evidence, you broke your own prenup you ass. You deserve this, i liked April she was sweet and kind.”

“Your my sister Elle, your supposed to be on my side.” He said angerly as he sat down at his desk.

“You screwed your secretary, one of my friends and countless other women and im supposed to side with you? By the way my now ex friend Bri, she’s pregnant congrats im going to be an auntie and your going ro be a dad now.” Mike sat silently in his chair digesting your words.

“Well i told you everything i had to, hope you enjoyed ruining your life.”

“You probably ruined it the most, that was a partner in the firm that was in here. Now, he was first hand at a scandal that doesn’t look good for me.” Mike replied angrily. “This could affect how i move up in this firm.”

“Your choices, your actions, your failing life, besides i doubt he cars about your adultry. Your wife just asked me to be the messenger because she was just so disgusted with you. Your lying, gaslighting and cheating.” Elle locked eyes with Mike watching him squirm in his seat. Flashing a smile at him she leaves Sara sat quietly at her desk head hung low. “One of his other mistress’s is pregnant, just so you know.” Elle commented as she walked by and continued to the elevator where is seemed John was waiting.

He flashed her a smile that sliced through her, his eyes locked on hers. “Elle, i was hoping you would join me for lunch?” He asked silkily.

Elle couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “Oh? Sorry for laughing, not what i was expecting from my trip here. Before i answer your question, how about you answer one for me? Why?” Elle raised her eyebrow at him.

John seemed amused at her response. “You seem like you know what you want and how to get it. Your confident, stand your ground and dont take no for an answer. I like that.”

Elle studied his face as he studied hers. “Ok, on the condition that it plays no favours in Mikes direction. He can sink or swim by himself.”

“Fair enough.” He said as he pushed the button for the elevator, the doors opened up right away and he motioned for her to take his arm. She couldn’t help but give him a sly smile as she slid her arm through his. “Do you prefer anything or place?”

“Hhmm, how about surprise with a great view?”

He laughed softly and pulled out his phone while he pushed the parkade button. “I can certainly arrange that.” He must of had the number on speed dial because a few moments later he was talking to someone. “For two, we arrive in twenty to thirty minutes.” Then he hung up and flashed her a smile.

It all of a sudden clicked to her just which partner John was. Duncan. John Duncan, one of the more wealthy partners and certainly the most fearsome lawyer. The doors up and the car was already waiting already by the elevator.

To Elles surprise it was lunch at his penthouse looking over the city, he had called his chef in the elevator at the firm. “Do you take women to your place often for lunches?” She asked raising an eyebrow at him.

“Hardly ever no.” He replied coyly. “But i told you, you didn’t take no for an answer. I admire that.”

Elle laughed softly. “When your job is getting into other people’s business to expose them, no isnt much of an option for me. Im a P.I, incase you didn’t know.”

John was intrigued by her work and talked throughout the lunch with her about her job, finding information on people. They kept talking past lunch, about all kinds of things, her life and his.

Elle giggled softly and sipped her wine. “I really do have to give you credit, this is not at all what I expected.”

John chuckled softly and moved closer and leaned in so his head was next to hers. “It’s certainly been a pleasure.” He said softly Elle felt the goosebumps spread across her body. Gently he cupped her face and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Lets put this down.” He gently took her wine glass and put it down. Then he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her in tight against him, she could feel his muscles flex as he put his lips to hers again.

She instantly kissed him back deepening the kiss, he rolled them both so Elle was beneath him on the couch. Pressing his body against hers, she couldn’t help but moan softly as he pinned her. She moved her hands up his chest grabbing fistfuls of his shift and arching her back as he playfully bit her neck.

“How about we move this to the bed.” He purred in her ear, he nibbled playfully on her ear.

She could feel a tingling sensation move from her head down to her toes. “Hmm.” She moaned as she bit her lip.

John got up and helped Elle up kissing her gently on the lips. She watched his expression change from tender to mischievous as a smirk spread across his face. He picked her up at the waist, she instantly wrapped her legs around him. One of his hands grabed the hair on the back of her head pulling it back exposing her neck. Biting more her there slightly more aggresssive than that last time causing her the breath in sharply through her teeth. Letting go of her hair he carried her the room as she started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Mm, i cant be the only one losing clothes.” He mumbed softly into her ear as one of his hands slides under her shirt. With a small giggle she helped him take it as he lied her down on the bed. Grabbing her wrists he pinned them above he head as he pushed his body against hers, his hips grinding against her. She could feel how hard he was, and she wanted it so bad. “Tell me yes.” His voice was so silky, and yet in a way so demanding his grip slightly tightening as he waited for her answer.

“Yes.” She moaned as she lightly pushing her hips against his.

“Good girl.” He purred as he kissed her aggressively, which she eagerly returned. Slowly he started kissing down her neck and chest, letting her arms go. Moving down to her stomach he looked up at her. “Keep your arms up, or there will be consequences. Do you understand?” He said as he looked up at her raising an eyebrow at her his hand where at her pants.

“Yes.” She moaned softly biting her bottom lip, her body felt like it was going to explode she wanted him so bad. He pulled her pants and underwear off and Elle moaned in anticipation, she almost brought her hands down to grab a hold of his hair. Instead she grabbed the sheets and thrust her hips up at him fighting back the urge to move her arms.

“Mm, so wet, so excited.” He hummed as he spread her legs and continued to kiss down her body. His tongue found her clit instantly she exhaled in a moan and thrust her hips up to him. His fingers slid inside her and she couldn’t resist grabbing his hair, instantly he bit her thigh hard. With a small yelp she let go and put her hand back up. “Hands, stay up. Or next time, it will hurt more.” He said as he gave her a stern look.

“Yes.” His fingers moved in her again as he went back to licking and sucking on her clit his fingers massaging her inside. Her body started screaming for release as his speed picked up. “Please.” She moaned. “Please, i need to feel you in me.”

“Your feeling me in you right now.” He hummed into her sex as he increased the speed of his fingering, and licking her clit.

“Your cock, i want it so bad.” She whimpered fighting every urger to grab his hair and pull it. He responded by going harder, she felt her body shudder as she let out a loud moan.

John stood up and quickly took his pants and boxers off and went back between her legs.

“Please.” She whimpered in protest. John looked up at her and started kissing his way back up her body. She could feel his hardness as he pushed his hips against hers. “Oh god John stop teasing me, please.” She moand as she thrust her hips up against his.

He grabbed her leg and put it on his shoulder she could feel his tip rubbing against her, she took a deep inhale and grabbed a fistful of the sheets. “I dont plan on being gentle or easy on you.” He whispered in her ear.

“Jesus John, stop teasing me please, yes, please.” She begged. He pushed in her, his whole length Elle gasped as it stretched her out with his girth. John kissed her and thrust into her aggressively Elle moaned into his mouth as she matched his stride, raising her hips to reach his.

He held on to her wrists as he pushed hard into her body, he could feel her tightness as it constricted around him with each move. He wanted to do more to her, but he had worked himself up as much as he worked her up. He wanted her just as bad, and her body tasted so sweet.

He moved her other leg on his shoulder and she could feel as he pushed himself all the way in her body. Her whole body tingled as he quickened his pace and increased his aggressiveness.

“Oh John.” She moaned as she felt herself climaxing her back arched pushing herself against him. He pushed back trysting hard into her he groaned as he climaxed with her and pulled out turning to lay on his back. “Fuck that felt so good John.” She moaned.

He chuckled softly. “Go have a shower while i order us some food.” He whispered as his hand cupped behind her neck and kissed her forehead.

Hope you enjoyed it! Im not sure if part 2 will have smut none the less i hope you enjoyed part 1 smut.

#farcry 5 fanfic #far cry 5 fanfiction #john seed #smut #john seed x oc #farcry 5 #Elle white

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taexyoongs · 7 years ago

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Comfort Food

ASK by @givemehoroscopes: hey hello hi could I request a tae scenario where it's yoongi's birthday the boys throw a big party and as being close friends with them Y/N is invited. And theeen, she gets very drunk because she has realised that she has feelings for tae and can't cope with it normally;) and then tae is being very soft like his usual self and takes care of her, and Y/N confesses to him and then can't remember anything in the morning THANK YOU I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY <3

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (ft. bff Jungkook)

Genre: fratboy!bts

Length: 6.3K

Authors Note (Admin Taenox): READ ON COMPUTER, LOOKS WEIRD ON PHONES !! I’m sorry it took so long and I hope you like it <3 ALSO: This might look weird on my phone since I’m formatting on my laptop. And my writing style can be confusing so in case you don’t know: italics mean internal thoughts of whoever’s POV the scene is in. Quotations is normal speaking.

“What did you just say to me?”

“Cancel all of your plans and be at the frat house by 8.”

“I swear to god, Kim Taehyung, if you think I’m going to spend my birthday throwing up in a toilet, you’re wrong.”

“Come on, hyung. You know you enjoy every second of it. You’re always a grouch about it before, but when you show up, you’re the life of the party.”

“No. I hate those parties.”

“Tell that to all the girls you grind on when you’re drunk.”

“Fuck you, Kim Taehyung.”

“I’m good, but I’m sure the girls would take the offer.”

Hoseok stepped in.

“Hobi, save me from this madman.”

“Yeah, dumbass, he clearly isn’t being convinced,” chimed in Jimin.

Jin whacked Jimin with his sleeve. “Don’t call Tae a dumbass, dumbass.”

“Okay, I have to step in as the leader here and clear things up,” said Namjoon. “Tae is, in fact, sometimes, occasionally, a dumbass.”

Jin whacked Namjoon with his sleeve. “Then you’re a dumbass too. Leader, pshh. I’m the oldest one here, You all better listen to me or else…”

“You’ll beat us up?” added in Jungkook, while flexing.

“Don’t get cocky on me. I can still beat you in a fight.”

“Hey Yoongi hyung,” said Jimin softly. “I think you’re really cool and smart and amazing and-”

“You damn well KNOW you enjoy those parties too,” repeated Taehyung.

“We even invite the girls.”

“OKAY. EVERYONE SHUT UP. I’ll go! You better bring me a trillion gifts and a lot of alcohol.”

Yoongi looked up at the other six. A small surprised moment of silence ensued.

Then madness.

“YES!” “FINALLY!” “OH MY GOODNESS, IT IS GOING TO BE SOOO LIT!” “SUCCESS!” “HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOONGI!”

And that’s how the night began.

…

Y/N

There are a great number of distinctions between a frat party and every other party. Frat parties have way too many people for way too little space, while regular parties have an average amount of people for an average amount of space. Frat parties have copious, even outrageous amounts of alcohol, while every other party has just enough. Everyone knows that whoever chugs the most from the keg is obviously far superior to the mere lightweights. And most importantly, unlike every other party, frat parties were where mistakes are made.

And this frat party was no different. Booze was in every hand and music was blasting in every corner of the medium sized frat house. When you entered through the front doors, you could feel the temperature go up by several degrees. You scanned the room. On your right was the crazy dance pit full of writhing bodies. As expected, Min Yoongi, along with Jin, Jimin, Joon and Hoseok, was right in the middle, having the time of his life. On your left was a large table of food and beer. And straight ahead was the kitchen. Your eyes drifted over the pit again. Gosh why did it have to be so dark in there? “Hey. Hobi…. Hobi!”

He can’t hear me. Guess I’ll have to go in there myself. Ugh.

You started to make you way through the crowd of sweaty drunk people.

Why do people enjoy this? I mean, there has to be a reason why people get drunk right? Alcohol tastes like crap, so it can’t be that they enjoy the taste. To get away from some emotion then. To get so drunk that they become emotionless and let their bodies go to the sway of the music? It’s better to feel the emotions and get over them slowly but surely right? Right?

You were next to Hobi now.

Your arm reached out and poked his shoulder.

“HEY IM JUST TRYING TO DANCE SO IF YOU DON’T MIND- OHHH! Y/N IT’S JUST YOU! HI!”

“Where’s Jungkook?”

“HUH?”

“WHERE’S JUNGKOOK?”

“THE KITCHEN.”

“THANK YOU!”

“COME JOIN US AFTER Y/N! WE MISSED YOU”

“MISSED YOU TOO!”

You started to push your way out of the crowd. “Watch out!” “Sorry!” “Excuse me.”

After picking up some punch off of the 2% of the table that was not alcohol, you turned your feet towards the kitchen.

Wait. What if Taehyung’s in there? He’s always with Kook.

I should go touch up my makeup.

You started to make your way to the bathroom when you collided with someone.

“I’m sorry,” you both said at the same time.

“Oh. Yah! It’s you! Hobi said you were in the kitchen?”

“Yeah I was but I came out to find you. You were supposed to be here an hour ago! You didn’t respond to any of your texts. I was worried about you.”

“Ah, shit. Sorry Kook, I was finishing up that stupid group project. That dumb bitch Amy didn’t do her part. Did I make you worry about noooonnnnaaaa?”

“Blech, you disgust me y/n. Anyways, we have to talk about the thing.”

“What thing?”

“Are you dumb?”

“Yes.”

“Goddamn it, y/n.”

Jungkook brought his voice down to a whisper.

“The Tae Thing.”

“Oh. That. Hahah we can just pretend I never texted you that it’s fine I know you and him are best friends and that would be weird and I totally get it and”

“You’re doing it again.”

“Huh?”

“Talking too much because you’re nervous.”

“I’m that obvious am I?”

“Yes.”

“WOW. What a supportive friend. I’m so thankful to have someone like you by my side.”

“Pshh, you don’t have to thank me y/n.”

“It was sarcasm, idiot.”

“Oh.”

“But for real. This is probably weird for you. He’s also one of your best friends.”

“Dude, are you kidding me? That would be fucking amazing. My two best friends start dating. They always force me to third wheel with them. Then they feel bad for me since I’m always third wheeling for them, so they set me up with a smoking hot babe for a double date. You see? I’ve thought this through.”

“You’re a crackhead. Anyways I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”

“Oh okay, I’ll get Tae. Don’t worry, I’ll act natural. I know nothing about this.”

“Hahaha okay, you better. Bye, I’ll be back soon.”

You turned away from Jungkook and headed to the bathrooms.

You made sure to lock the door behind you.

So no frisky couples can kick me out of here.

Looking at yourself in the mirror could go one of three ways. Sometimes you thought you looked like a sultry, hot goddess. Other times, you thought you looked like Gollum. And for the most part, like today, you usually just thought you were average.

Your fingers skirted down to the hem of your black bodycon dress, tugged up, then folded.

Heck. If I don’t feel hot yet, might as well be a little more revealing.

Great.

Now your knee length dress was a party dress. Giving your hair a little ruffle, you checked yourself out.

You reached into your wallet and took out a tube of your favorite lipstick shade.

Haha, I knew this would come in handy. Self confidence here I come.

No one would have expected your favorite color was a classic bright red. It didn’t suit your personality at all. You weren’t a party girl. Frankly, no matter how much you wanted to pretend you were that hot girl at the party that all the girls were jealous of and all the guys drooled over, you knew that wasn’t you. You were the girl that worked too hard. The girl that studied a lot and wore hoodies all the time and took care of other party girls. You were the nice one, not the desirable one. But bright red made you feel like you were on top of the world, like you were a badass career woman who could take names and kick ass.

Stepping back, you gave yourself one last look through. Ruffled hair, smudged eyeliner, red lips, your little black dress, and strappy shoes.

It’s showtime.

You unlocked the door and strutted out of that bathroom with all of your confidence that immediately melted away the second you saw Kim Taehyung.

Your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat when you saw him. He was, quite frankly, ethereal. But unlike those other attractive guys, he wasn’t cocky. He didn’t expect anything from anyone. In fact, he was almost exactly the opposite, never talking about himself at all. Instead, he took care of everyone around him in his own special little way, joking around, flashing boxy smiles, and being serious when he needed to.

“Wahh, y/n you look great today, doesn’t she hyung,” quipped Jungkook excitedly, slapping Taehyung’s back.

Oh my god, Jeon Jungkook why would you ever say that?

“Oh hey Taehyung! How’s it going?”

Shit, I should’ve just said hi. Or what’s up? Or-

“I’m amazing y/n. And Jungkook’s right. You look pretty.”

There your heart went skipping beats again. You felt a slight blush come up onto your face.

“Ah haha thank you. It's hot here, let’s go get some cold punch or something. I’m out”

“Yeah let’s go get some drinks and get on the dance floor. We aren’t at a party to be wallflowers. Look at Yoongi over there.”

You and Tae both turned your heads to where he was pointing.

“Sure looks like he’s enjoying himself,” you said.

“Yeah, seriously,” agreed Taehyung. “You have no idea how much we had to bribe him to come to his own birthday party.”

Jungkook put his arm around your shoulders. “Well are you two done being jealous of Yoongi’s abilities yet? Cuz I’m thirsty.”

You looked over. “You’re always thirsty, Jungkook.”

“Ha ha very funny y/n. Lets just go.”

Jungkook grabbed you with one hand and Taehyung with the other and dragged both of you behind him.

You gave Tae a helpless look and shrugged. He smiled back.

Agh that cute boxy smile. Why am I like this?

“Hey, I’ll be back guys one second. I want to go put this clutch away so we can all go dance! Go hang with the other guys. I’ll be back in a minute or two.”

“Okay y/n! Come back fast!”

You hurried of the door and sat down on the sidewalk. A crescent moon hovered above your head.

You look so pretty glowing like that. I wish I could look like you. Why do I even like him? I wish these feelings would go away already. I’m too tired of debating on if I should confess or not. This is too hard.

The door creaked behind you.

“Aha, I knew you weren’t putting away your purse.”

“Jungkook. It’s too overwhelming.”

“Well, you see, that’s how you know it’s real y/n. I promise today will be a good night for you okay? I think you should just be more confident and love yourself more.

“But I’m like not nearly as attractive or cool as Tae is and like not on his level at all.”

I’m saying this objectively, not as your friend: you are freaking beautiful. Not like those girls all over Yoongi, Joon, and Hope right now. You’re beautiful in the most real way. Outside and inside. Just remember that and get back in there, my gawd, you’re wasting precious time sitting out here being existential.”

“Well, I was just going to say thank you for the pep talk but huh, you had to ruin it at the end didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Hahahaha.”

“See. I made you laugh. I win.”

“Goddamnit. OKAY.”

You stood up.

“I CAN WIN OVER HIS HEART RIGHT? LET’S GO BACK IN.”

You started to open the door. “Wait y/n. Go put away your purse clutch thingy. That’s what you said you were going to do. It’d be weird if you went in there with it.”

“Oh shit, you’re right. Thanks Kook.”

…

TAEHYUNG

“Where’d Jungkook go, Taehyung?”

“He said he went to the bathroom, but I think he went to chase after y/n.”

“Y/n? I told her to come join us! Where’d she go?”

“I would but for some reason I feel like she’s avoiding me and Kook knows what’s up. I’ll go ask him later. I hope she’s okay.”

“I’m sure she’s okay. Now look I don’t have time for petty girl drama. The hyungs are about to perform live. I need you to dance like a crazy hypeman with me.”

“If it’s Ddaeng, then you know I’m in Jimin.

“Ayy let’s go.”

…

Y/N

Entering back into the now hot and heavy atmosphere in the living room, you couldn’t help but nod your head along to the beat of the music. “Damn, they’re killing it. You sure this is just a hobby?” “I know right,” yelled back Jungkook over the music. “They’re insanely good. I keep telling them to find a company.”

“Wait Jungkook. I need a drink.”

“What?”

“A real drink to make me brave. I’m going to tell him. Like an alcoholic drink.”

“WHAT?”

“I mean I’ve liked him for like a year now. Might as well get rejected and let go.”

“What do you mean? You don’t drink alcohol. Is this real? You’re finally going to get laid tonight. YES!”

“EW. Jungkook, hell no. The point is, I’m too emotionally exhausted for this chasing game anymore. I’m just going to say it. And whatever happens will happen.”

“Shut up he’s going to say yes and I’m so excited! Let’s go get drunk!”

“Yes please. My nerves are going to jump out of my skin and run away at this point.”

Jungkook led you to the drinks. “Okay, there’s vodka, whiskey, or tequila. All three will do the job and get you some liquid courage, aka get you very drunk. Whiskey tastes the best in my opinion. Or you could go for the beer which is abit more light and you’ll still be sane the whole night.”

“What’s going to get me so drunk I won’t remember anything tomorrow? In case he rejects me, I’d rather never know it happened.”

“Here you are.”

Jungkook slid a shot glass towards you.

“What’s this one?”

“The vodka. Here I’ll take a few shots with you so you don’t feel alone. Ready?”

You picked up the tiny glass cup. It was slightly strange that something this small had the power to do so much good and bad. Mostly bad. You had never really heard a story that started with “So I got really drunk” that ended with “and we all lived happily ever after”.

Well, here goes nothing.

“3...2...1… GO!”

It burned more than you thought it would. You coughed.

“Why would people drink this stuff? It tastes like poison.”

“The same reason you’re drinking it right now. To get drunk.”

I guess that makes sense.

After a few shots, Jungkook stopped drinking.

“Hey, y/n. I feel woozy let’s s-stop. I think this is enough to feel brave.”

“What? Are you a lightweight or something? No! I need more.”

After a “few” more shots, Jungkook stopped you.

“Yah, are you crazy? You’re going to get alcohol poisoning and die if you keep going at this rate. Look at your face.”

You looked at your reflection in the glass.

Your face was turning bright red, just like your lipstick.

“That’s okay, I like red. And I don’t feel drunk. I’m pretty sure I’m sober. Whoa, I’m so cool. A heavyweight. A HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. Aren’t I cool Jungkook, Jungkookie, Kookie-pie?”

“Yep, you’re drunk.”

“No, I’m nooooottt. I’m soberrrr.”

“Who do you like y/n?”

“Kim Taehyung,” you replied without hesitating.

“And you’re going to confess to him today, before the night ends okay?”

“Yessir.”

“And you’re not going to throw up on him, or embarrass yourself.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Okay. You can do this.”

“I can doooo th-this!”

Your hand started to grab another shot glass.

“Oh my god, y/n. Stop drinking. You’re going to end up being blackout drunk and forget to confess.”

“But I’m still scared.”

“Y/n. Stop. Listen to me. I’ve gotten drunk plenty of times. Getting drunk will make you braver sure. But after a certain point, you’re going to lose yourself. So no more drinking! After all, alcohol isn’t comfort food!”

You deliberated that for a moment.

“I mean, I can’t really think right now, so I’m just going to listen to you. What next, Drinking Master Kook?”

“Next, we go get your man.”

…

Looking for Taehyung and the others, Jungkook easily weaved through the crowd that had seemingly doubled since 10 minutes ago. Following behind him, you tried to not bump into the tipsy girls with glasses that were sure to spill. Eventually, after a few minutes of blindly stumbling through the dark, you and Kook found them.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” yelled Hoseok.

“Y/n, it took you that long to put away your purse? Jungkook, jesus! That was one long bathroom break.”

Shit, he knows something’s up. Well, duh, to be honest. What did I expect? We’ve been gone for nearly an hour now.

“Sorry Tae, me and y/n just got some drinks to be more loose and carefree. She’s had a long day with project mates fucking her over”

“It’s fine, just help me with these hyungs. They’re drunk out of their minds.”

“I’m th-the leader. Don’t tell me what to do”

Namjoon hiccupped and pouted.

“I can do whatever I want.”

“See what I’m dealing with here?”

“Shit, sorry Tae. Look! I’ll make it up to you. I’ll call an Uber and take them home. You and y/n stay. I’ll take care of it.”

Oh my gosh he’s leaving us alone on purpose, isn’t he?

…

TAEHYUNG

He’s totally leaving us alone on purpose.

Jungkook was the only one that knew that Taehyung liked y/n. No one else. Not even the hyungs. It’s not like Jungkook was the best secret keeper. But he was Taehyung's best friend.

“Yeah, okay. Make sure the hyungs get home safely. Sorry, Jungkookie. And thank you!

I should use this opportunity and tell her today. What if she says no though? Oh my gosh, why didn’t I think this through before I told Jungkook to invite her. Shit. Fuck. What am I gonna do?

He shook his head.

No, let’s just do it. Be brave and just go for it. Yes. I’m going to ask her today.

I’m going to ask y/n to be my girlfriend.

…

Y/N

It had been a few minutes since Jungkook had left with the rest of the group. This was the time where things usually started to get awkward for you. But not tonight. Tonight, you were on top of the world. Or maybe you were just too drunk to feel mundane emotions such as awkwardness. Either way, tonight would be a turning point. You would either be insanely happy from now on or be insanely sad for a little while. You would get over it in the end of the day. Heck, anything could happen to you right now. But you would be okay. Because right now you were happy. You were almost euphoric moving your body to the rhythm with Taehyung. And that, in itself, was enough for you.

As the night went on, you and Taehyung started to get touchy. A playful pat on the shoulders. A flirty smile here and there. When the perfect sentimental songs came on, Taehyung could really handle it anymore.

“Will you dance with me y/n?”

You couldn’t believe it when you heard it. THE Kim Taehyung that all the preppy college girls lusted over, THE Kim Taehyung that all the guys wanted to be friends with purely to get girls to hang out with them, THE Kim Taehyung had just asked you to dance with him.

Have I died? Am I a ghost getting whatever I want in heaven?

“Oh. Okay.”

And together you danced the night away until he kissed you and you dated and lived happily ever after.

Atleast that’s what you dreamed of while your hand was in his. It’s what you were thinking about when his hand slowly drifted down from your shoulders and slipped around your waist, pulling you closer, until you were flush against his body. A blush crept up your neck as you looked into his eyes.

They were looking right back at you. “You’re turning red.”

You quickly looked away and put your head into his chest.

“I’m drunk.”

“Yes, y/n. I know.”

“Okay.”

“If I didn’t know better I’d think you were being affected by me. Am I affecting you y/n?”

You stayed quiet.

His right hand drifted back up your body to lift our chin up, forcing you to make eye contact with him again.

“Am I affecting you yet?”

“No,” you whispered.

“You’re a but stubborn, aren’t you y/n? That’s okay.”

He leaned his head in until it was a few centimeters away from you. “I like stubborn. How about now?”

It took everything you had to shake your head back and forth.

“That’s okay y/n. Both you and I know that I am.”

And then he was kissing you.

A hundred thoughts went through your mind in that instant.

Wow. His lips are soft. So soft. And they taste like alcohol. If I drank a mango smoothie, would my lips taste like mango? I should drink honey lemon tea next time. Will there be a next time? Does this mean he likes me? Oh my god, was I so drunk that I kissed him? Am I throwing myself on him? WAIT. HOLY SHIT. KIM TAEHYUNG IS KISSING ME.

It hit you.

The man you sneaked looks at for the past year was kissing you.

Your breath hitched in your throat.

Wait. N-no!

You coughed into the kiss while trying and failing to recoil back as quickly as possible.

“Oh my god, s-sorry,” you sputtered. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.”

You turned around. “Oh. Uhhh..”

Taehyung’s eyes were wide open. The little corner of his lips was slightly turned up.

Shit. He’s laughing at me. This has gotta be the most embarrassing moment of my entire 24 years of living. I have to go rant about this to Jungkook later.

“Um, I need to leave. Sorry!” You turned back around and you ran out of that room as fast as you could. One foot in front of the other, you bounded all the way to your car.

“Shit. SHIT SHIT SHIT.”

You took out your phone and called Jungkook.

Pickuppickuppleaseohmygodpickup.

“Y/n?”

“JUNGKOOK! OH MY GOD. Please pick me up I’ll explain later.”

“Y/n, what happened? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. But holy crap, Taehyung kissed me.”

“HE WHAT?”

“I KNOW RIGHT?”

“Well, did you tell him?”

“What?”

“That you like him? I mean clearly he likes you!”

“Well… no there’s more to the story. Can you just come pick me up? I’m drunk.”

“I would. But I can’t right now. These hyungs are still drunk off their ass and acting like monkeys in the dorm.”

“Please?”

“They’re crazy right now y/n. Take a cab! Come over, we can talk about it.”

“But Tae lives in your dorm.”

“Yeah. But I have my own room. You can stay over.”

“I don’t know.”

“Y/n, come on,” he whined. “I’ve missed you. You’re always studying. Come over.”

“Fine. I’ll get a cab. Ughhh kill me. As if this could get any worse.”

“I’m sure it’s all going to be okay. We should celebrate! He kissed you! YAY! BE HAPPY Y/N.”

“OKAY! I’m leaving. Bye!” “Bye!”

Silence took over. The streetlight cast a dim glow on the vacant road. A sigh escaped you.

I guess he’s right. I mean. This is what I was hoping for right?

Your mind flashed back to the incident.

But I really fucked it up this time. Didn’t you, y/n? I wonder if he knew that I was an amateur.

You shook your head in frustration.

Hey, I gotta look at the positives though. Frankly, this day couldn’t get any more embarrassing. Wait...

Footsteps broke the silence.

“Y/n, oh my gosh. Here you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

Drops of sweat rolled down Taehyung’s forehead. His sleeve wiped his face as he bend down with his arm on his knee. After panting for a few seconds while you stared at him in shock, he rose up. “You’re drunk. I’m not. And cabs don’t run at this time.”

“Ah, Jungkook will pick me up! Don’t worry!”

“I already called him. He said you were going to come over to our frat.”

“Oh.”

He smiled.

“It’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it. I promise, I’m not a horrible person who’ll hate you now. If you’re thinking something along those lines, you should forget it. I… I still have a lot to say to you. But for now, I’ll give you a ride. I didn’t drunk any alcohol.”

“Ah, that’s okay! I’ll just walk to my dorm room! I’ll talk to Jungkook tomorrow.”

You started to turn around when you felt his hand clasp around yours.

“Please.”

His eyes were a drug.

They were warm and beckoning.

They were safe and comfortable.

They were…

“Okay.”

You turned around to face him.

“So where’s your car?”

…

YOONGI

“Goddamnit Jin. Is this payback for that one time I gave you acrylic stands of myself?”

“I know how to spell stand. S T A N D. Stand. P I Z Z A. Pizza. P A S T A. Pasta. I’m smart!”

“You’re a dumbass, Jin.”

“Shut up, Jungkook. I’m not the one who got a 3 on my english exam. Did you like your gift Yoongs? Yoongi? Y to the G?”

“Of course not! Here I am expecting Gucci thermal underwear and you get me your acrylic stands. I can get those for free. I’m in the same band as you idiot.”

“You could have at least pretended to like it. I would have done that. Why are you so mean to meeee?”

“Oh, stop pouting Jin. I’ll save it as a good memory of our collective dumbassery. Anyways, Jimin, it’s your turn. What did you get your beloved hyung?”

“Um… I don’t know if you’ll like it or not. But I’m giving you my heart.”

“Huh? I think you mean thermal Gucci underwear.”

“Sorry, I’m poor.”

“Hmmmmm… well. Your heart shall have to do. I accept. Thank you Park Jimin.”

“wHat THe FucK, YoONgs?”

“What?”

“Why does HE get a free pass? Atleast I actually gave you something!”

“Moving…

“but-”

“On. Namjoon, it’s yo- Oh hi Taehyung!”

…

Y/N

“Oh hi Taehyung! Y/n, you’re here too! Come. Join us! Have a seat.”

You could feel Jungkook staring at you. You felt a blush starting to climb up your neck.

“Hey, you must be drunk,” shouted Namjoon. “You’re beet red like the rest of us. What are you y/n? A lightweight? I’m a heavyweight! Let’s fight. SHOTS!”

“Y/n need’s rest right now,” butted in Jungkook. “As your best friend, I declare you to go up to my room and sleep. I’ll take the couch don’t worry! Tae go in there first and make sure it isn’t like dirty or anything.”

He looked over at you and winked.

Wow, I’m going to beat this kid up later.

“Oh. Uh, yeah. One sec y/n. Let me give Yoongi his birthday present. Then I’ll get Jungkook’s. You can go up to my room for a few minutes. It’s two down from Jungkook's to the right. I’ll call you down!”

“Okay. Thanks Tae.”

“My pleasure.”

You walked past the red plastic cups, up the stairs, and around very passed out Hobi to Jungkook’s room.

Two to the right. Ah.

After a few seconds of blindly staring, you opened the door.

The lamp cloaked the room in a muted purple. Polaroids littered the wall directly in front of you: pictures of the boys, landscapes, old stores, parties, anything and everything one could think of. Some had words written on the blank space at the bottom. Other’s were empty. Cute thumbtacks pinned galaxy themed letter paper in the empty space. A few movie posters were placed on the other walls, along with beautiful paintings that you couldn’t quite decipher. A bookshelf, a bed, a desk space and a rug made the the room feel whole.

So this is Kim Taehyung's room.

It was a visual representation of his mind. And it was absolutely beautiful.

Your fingers trailed across the pictures as you looked around his room until you got to the window. The sill had something etched on it with what probably was a knife. Upon closer inspection, you could see what it said:

Dreams grow here.

What a pretty thought.

Outside the window, a part of the roof jutted out, substituting as a makeshift terrace. You could see a green beanbag out there among a few other belongings.

I wonder what else is out there in Taehyung’s dream world.

Without thinking, your fingers grasped the bottom of the window pane and pulled. A gust of wind billowed the curtains. The breeze felt nice on your face.

He isn’t here yet, and it’s probably going to take him a while to clean Jungkook’s room. That kid is messy as fuck. I’m burning up in here and I’ll get back in a minute or two. So it’s fine. Yup. It’s fine.

You had hoisted one foot out and then ducked your head under the window to the other side when you heard the dorm door creak open.

…

TAEHYUNG

Making his way out of Jungkook’s room, Taehyung headed down the hallway two doors down, making sure to stop and check his hair on the mirror hanging off of Jin’s door.

“I can’t believe I’m actually using this stupid thing,” Tae muttered to himself. His mind went back to when Jin bought this. “What? I need to be able to see my beauty everytime I walk into my room, so I can fall in love with myself more!” Taehyung giggled softly.

That hyung..

Now Taehyung stood in front of his own door.

Should I knock or something? Is that what I’m supposed to do? But what if she’s sleeping and I wake her up. I did take a while..

Deciding to just go in, he pushed open the door.

There, directly ahead of him, was y/n. She was halfway out of the window, with her back arched and her already short dress hiked up, exposing her upper thighs .

Taehyung bit his lip, feeling his face go on fire.

“Oh shit! Hi Taehyung! Hold on.”

Y/n turned her back, maneuvering herself so she could see Tae.

Fuck.

From his angle, Taehyung could see all of y/n’s curves on her petite frame. He had been pretty exhausted after the party and dealing with the boys, but he definitely wasn’t tired anymore.

“Can we go out here for a second? It’s kind of hot inside.”

Taehyung cleared his throat.

“S-sure. Yeah.”

Taehyung slipped out after y/n.

“I don’t really bring people up here much. It’s like my place to think. Clear my mind, ya know?”

“Yeah, I get that. I wish I had a place like this. It’s gorgeous out here.”

“Sit here”

Taehyung sat on the beanbag next to y/n and let the sound of wind take over as you both stared up at the stars.

…

Y/N

“I have drinks in the mini fridge, if you want.”

“YOU HAVE A MINI FRIDGE OUT HERE? THAT’S SO COOL.”

“Yeah! What do you want? I have beer, tea, and soda.”

“I’ll take some beer, please.”

I’m going to need the bravery.

“Are you sure? You were pretty drunk before.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “That car ride was so awkward that I became sober.”

“It’s not my fault my radio doesn’t work okay?”

You both laughed.

“So about before-”

“Can you let me get drunk before we talk about it? I have a lot I want to say too.”

“Yeah, I’ll drink with you. Cheers.”

The wind took over again as you downed the bottle.

“Okay.”

“Joon was right. You’re a lightweight.”

“Hey! I was already half drunk before before okay? So this doesn’t count. Actually nothing I say from here on out counts if you don’t want it to.”

A rush of anxiousness flipped your stomach. You took a deep breath.

“I like you! I know you have girls that look like models who like you and I know you probably don’t like me back, and I know my world’s going to end when you reject me but I couldn’t hold i-”

“I like you too.”

“-t back any more and what?”

Didhejustsayhelikedmeohmygodwhatiwasntexpectingthiswhatdoidonow?

“I like you too.”

Imdrunkrightnowandthisisn’trealandimprobablyhallucinatingshitmymomtoldmethiswouldhappen.

“What?”

“Y/n. Come on! I kissed you for a reason. What did you think that was?”

“A drunk accidental makeout session that you would regret tomorrow.”

“Y/n. I’ve liked you ever since we started hanging out with Kook together. I thought he already told you since you guys are best friends.”

Euphoria was the closest thing to what you felt. Euphoria, along with a constant feeling of wanting to throw up, of course.

“Wait. He didn’t tell me. Wait did he tell you that I liked you?”

“No.”

“That little shit,” both of you exclaimed together.

“Damn. Who knew he was such a good secret keeper?”

“He could have told us before though,” grumbled Taehyung, pouting. “I could have done this sooner.”

“Done wha-”

Suddenly, you were interrupted my his lips crashing onto yours. Your eyes opened wide for a second, but fluttered shut as his hands cupped the nape of your neck. “You….” You relaxed your body as his lips became more gentle. Leaning forward, Taehyung pressed his body against yours, deepening the kiss. “...are so….” His hands went down to your wrists. Before you knew it, he had you pinned down under him. His eyes roamed all over you hungrily. “...fucking gorgeous….”

For a quick moment, his face softened. “You’re art. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Just kiss me, you idiot.”

You lifted your lips up to his.

He broke it.

“But….”

“Climb back through that window.”

“Huh?” “Go to the damn bed y/n.”

“Has anyone told you that you that you’re really hot when you’re horny?”

“Hahah look who’s getting confident.”

“Listen about that first kiss, I was really unprepared and like-”

“Do I look like I care about the first kiss right now y/n?”

“Noted.”

You put one of your legs through the window. You heard a moan behind you.

You turned around. “What?”

“Oh my fucking god, I need you right now.”

“Well then, I’m going to take my time.”

Taehyung groaned. “Why are you doing this to me?”

You felt a knot start to form in your stomach.

Hurrying through the window, you took off your heels and fell backwards onto the bed.

Taehyung scrambled through the window, never taking his gaze off of you.

“You’re finally mine.”

…

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, covering you in a white haze. Feeling groggy, you carefully opened your eyes. Your head was pounding.

God, I must have a lot to drink yesterday night.

Lifting your head up, you rapidly blinked.

This isn’t my room. Oh wait. Bunny poster. It’s Kooks. Phew.

“Wakey wakey, sunshine!”

“Jungkook! Oh god bless. For a second, I got scared I hooked up with someone or something.”

Jungkook smiled. “Nothing of the sort. You just stayed over in my room.”

“Is she awake yet?”

Taehyung peeked into the room as you lifted the covers above your head. “What the heck is he doing here? Pretend I’m asleep,” you whispered to Jungkook.

“I can hear you y/n. And what do you mean what am I doing here? Don’t you remember?”

“Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have drunk alcohol. What did I do now? Wait, let me think for a second. The last thing I remember is….”

“Joon was right. You’re a lightweight.”

“I like you too.”

“That little shit!”

You looked over to Jungkook, with your mouth agape. “You lied to me.”

Jungkook laughed. “I told you you’d end up sleeping with him.”

“Oh my god, Tae get out of here.”

“Not a chance, y/n.”

“Jungkook, my god. You were playing both of us, I swear to god.”

“Hey hey hey. I’m the one that got you guys together okay? If I hadn’t left you two alone, you’d have never done it. Gosh, both of you were always whining so much about how much you liked each other.”

You blushed. Taehyung scratched the back of his neck. “Yah, maknae. Don’t forget. I’m older than you.”

“Anyways, now it’s your turn. Set me up on a blind date with one of your hot friends. Thank you! Oh, also, breakfast is ready. Everyone in this frat is a drunk mess other than me and hyung. I’m going to leave you two alone now. Have a heart to heart or do whatever you want, but please, for god’s sakes, don’t fuck on my bed.”

“JUNGKOOK,” you and Taehyung both shouted at the same time.

“Get out of here, you punk,” said Tae, jokingly swatting at him.

The door clicked shut behind him.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“How are you, y/n? You feel okay?”

“What do you think?”

“I bought you some aspirin and water.”

You laughed. “Thank you.”

You looked at each other for a few seconds. “You don’t-”

“Will you-”

“Hahah, you can go first,” Taehyung said.

“You don’t regret last night? Everything that happened?”

“Never.”

A bright smile lit up your face. “Your turn.”

“Y/n. Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Say yes,” came a muffled response from out of the door.

“JUNGKOOK!”

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ff15trashgoldenslumbers · 8 years ago

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Idk if this is a weird one but how about the chocobros and their (I guess fem) s/o struggling with their insecurity of having hip dips/ "violin hips" maybe for a swimming date or going to the beach. (For me personally when going swimming I wear shorts over my bikini bottoms to cover them up😅 and you'll never catch me out of them) like I guess how would they react to their insecurity or how would they comfort them? I hope this makes sense I'm sorry

I actually had to look this one up, and Im surprised, I’ve never heard of it. Because I have it. Like wow you learn something about yourself every day…But I think I have to go with Prompto about a name change

~~~~~

Noctis

Noctis nuzzled further within your lap, he loved resting his head there as you both watched TV or lay around. It allowed you both to be close, but at the same time allowed you to run your fingers through his hair, which always made him happy.

Your thighs and hips were one of his favorite parts of you, they were so soft and comforting, like a pillow made of Chocobo feathers. Well all of you was soft, but this was his special place, his royal head resting place, where only his head laid, No one else! So he became very confused when you stated that you didn’t like your hips.

“Why not?” He asked, his large eyes seemed betrayed that you would hurt one of his best friends.

“I have such funny hips, they do this really weird curve in thing in the middle.” You explained, standing in the kitchen, making lunch.

Noctis moved over, having being banned from touching the stove, resting both hands on your waist, than sliding them down, over your hips, than to the thighs, followed by going up. “I think they’re perfect.”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah but they’re not on your body.”

“But I love them.” Noctis called playfully, “And I love you.”

You glanced over your shoulder to the Prince, “You’re trying to make me feel better so I don’t add any carrots to this.”

“Really I’m not.” Noctis admitted, “But if you don’t it wouldn’t hurt.”

So Noctis found that whenever you were sitting he would rest his head upon your lap if given the chance. Pressing little kisses to your thighs and hips, never anything sexual, just to show that he loved every part of you.

Even parts that you believed to be imperfections.

~~~~~

Prompto

“I think you look cute in that swimsuit.” Prompto beamed.

You gave a playful roll of the eyes, “Prompto you think I looked cute in every swimsuit I’ve tried on so far.” You replied

The two of you had went out swimsuit shopping, as Noctis had invited everyone to a ‘Pool party’ which meant that everyone was really there to make sure that he didn’t fall asleep in the pool.

Again.

“But you do.” Prompto whined playfully kicking his legs, sitting on the ottoman in the middle of the room.

You pouted softly, turning to the swimsuit in the 3 way mirror, you liked them, but the bottoms. Ugh they were bikini bottoms! Weren’t there any swimsuits that came with shorts for girls? “I don’t like this one either.”

“We’ve been through like 10, you look awesome in all of them. What’s really the problem?” Prompto asked, moving from the ottoman, his own swimshorts already picked out.

You sighed softly, pulling at the cute bow on the side of the swimsuit bottoms, “My hips.”

“What about them?”

“I have violin hips.”

Prompto blinked, “What are those?”

You turned to face Prompto head on, motioning toward the indent that appeared on your hips, where other women blossomed out. “These.”

“Oh! Your hip dimples!”

“My what?”

Prompto nodded happily, “Yeah I call those hip dimples! I think they’re super cute, but if you don’t like them sweetie, we’ll find you a cute swimsuit so you don’t have to show them off.”

You could cry! Why were you so blessed with this ray of sunshine!

~~~~~

Gladiolus

“What a nice view.” Gladiolus purred, watching you in the living room, performing your squats. Your tight workout pants hugging all those beautiful curves, the Shield could stand there and watch you go all day.

“Hey, Baby.” You called, a slight pant in your voice as you crouched, “I’ll be done in a second, this is my last rep before I’m done for the night.”

“I mean if you want to go all night, than don’t let me stop you. The results are great.” He chuckled, watching your thighs flex.

You playfully rolled your eyes, giving one final squat before standing, grabbing your towel to towel off the sweat on your shoulders and neck, as you moved over, pressing a kiss to his lips. “How was your day?”

“Give me a sec.” Gladiolus smiled softly, his hands immediately going to grab those thighs and ass in your pants. “Good.”

You playfully swatted his hands, it was the same song and dance, “Let me go freshen up, so I can get dinner started.”

Gladiolus immediately followed you to the bedroom, quickly disrobing as he sat at the foot of the bed. Watching you strip before checking out your body in the full length mirror, twisting this way and that.

“What you looking for?”

“See if these stupid violin hips went away.”

Gladiolus rolled his eyes, this again, “Babe, you look perfect. I don’t know what exercise you got off the internet, but the only things that have gotten bigger are that ass and those pillows of thighs.”

You scoffed, “Yeah you don’t have to wear them, I can’t even wear cute swimsuits without having to cover up the bottoms.”

Gladiolus chuckled pulling himself from the bed, as he approached you from behind, “I think you look hot, besides if you only see them when you’re in your underwear and swimsuit then why complain?”

“Gladdy.”

“Seriously Babe, you always look good, besides.” He smirked, his large hands taking you by the hips rolling his crotch into your backside, “They’re a fun place to grab.”

“Gladiolus!”

~~~~~

Ignis

Ignis couldn’t help but smile at you by his side during this important meet and greet with some of the historical community about restoring some of the artifacts around the castle.Yet with the Future King’s Advisor and yourself, Head Historian, he couldn’t help but feel that you were even more of a match made in heaven at how perfectly you worked together.

Yet Ignis had noticed, instead of the straight back, powerful stance you had given yesterday, you were constantly standing with your clipboard or hands before your waist as if you were hiding something.

Waiting for a brief moment the man, leaned over whispering to you, as some of the others were looking to the paintings and vases that needed touching up. “My love, is there something wrong? Did you spill something on your skirt?”

You flushed softly, you thought you had played it off, “Oh, oh no.”

“Are you feeling alright?”

“It’s just…I should have wore a flared skirt instead of this pencil skirt. It really does not flatter my hips.” You muttered back.

Ignis recalled the attire you were wearing, a button down silver chiffon blouse, and a black pencil skirt with silver designs on it. Black tights with a beautiful spiral design and silver pumps, your silver gloves matching his own. He believed you looked ever the radiant he always saw, he thought that then and he thought it now.

“I do not share those same sentiments, my love. I for one am finding you rather ravishing.”

You stared at the old men, trying to discuss on what would be a better restoring technique, no matter what the final call came down to you either way. “I shall beg to differ.”

Ignis watched the old men along with you, both of you staying from the conversation as they mingled amongst each other, of no need for either of you at the moment. “We may have our difference of opinion here my love, yet it would appear that you’ve had a few admires. A couple of the guards and even some of these old men.”

You flushed, only to feel the back of Ignis’s knuckles touch the current problem area of your body, “Ignis.”

“I simply can not wait to get you home.” He whispered softly, under the guise of taking your clipboard, reviewing the data.

Both you turned as you heard our presence needed to discuss the removal of one of the items. You moved to take your clipboard back, only to find that Ignis had done away with it.

“It’s not as if you needed it.” He chuckled, as you both moved over to the men.

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