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imorynn · 3 months ago

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── ꨄ︎ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ( a. amberg)

── ꨄ︎ pairings : avis amberg ✘ fem!reader ── ꨄ︎ word count : 5.5k+ ── ꨄ︎ warnings / mentions : SMUT , fluff and bit of plot, gift giving, face sitting, overstimulation, oral ( avis receiving ), soft!dom!reader, strap usage ( reader using ), sub!avis, praise, cunnilingus, smudge of orgasm denial, fingering, romantic shittttt bc im fucking delusional

── ꨄ︎ tags : @multifandomme @multixfan @nutritionat @ephemeral-love-4

── ꨄ︎ dividers by : @cafekitsune !!!

a/n : DOES IT REALLYYYYY have to be one day of love when it can be the entire month ( ignore the fact that we're abt to end the month, ZIP it before I start swinging all sleep deprived ). ENJOYYYY bc I pulled 4 all nighters while doing personal art projects and now I am going to crash hard <3333

── VALENTINE’S DAY was a celebration Avis Amberg never thought she would revisit — certainly not like this. Not with a fervent devotion that poured unbidden from her every touch, nor with someone whose gaze held her as though the universe itself revolved at her feet. It simply was never meant for women such as Avis Amberg.

Or so she had convinced herself through the decades — each February fourteenth arriving like a hollow echo of what could have been.

Once upon a time, she had celebrated it with girlish enthusiasm, basking in the thrill of passion and romance, the holiday had been a canvas for her to paint her devotion in vivid strokes.

She had forgotten feeling like this. A melancholy of unspoken longing had always lumbered, it had always been this way ever since she was with… well, him. Decades were spent enduring his neglect and it had drained her of that hope to feel, to experience. The extravagant dinners and impersonal gifts he offered in the past were all exhibitions, vacant deeds to maintain appearances rather than tokens of affection.

Those years had extinguished something in her — bit by bit, day by day, until she believed there was no longer such purpose for such a superfluous day. For Avis, Valentine’s Day had become a performance — one she no longer cared to attend.

And then came you, rekindling that long-forgotten flame.

You were far from anyone she had ever encountered, youthful and unjaded by life’s cruelties. There was a vehemence in the way you treasured her, solely not for her beauty or her appellation, yet for the very profundity of her existence.

You worshiped her, something she had not thought she craved for until she got a taste of it, greedily consuming every droplet of whatever you provided. You did not see Avis Amberg, the former starlet or the long-suffering wife of Ace Studios’ kingpin; you saw a woman that longed to be cherished. And in return, she found herself rekindling the capacity to love, wholly, impenitently.

From the moment her eyelids fluttered open, the day unfurled exceedingly just for her. Her bedroom, once upon a time a mere retreat for sleep, had transformed into a haven of serenity, soaked in the gentle hues of dayspring's gold as it poured through extensive windows.

“Good morning, my love,” a soft peck had been met with her temple while she had blinked away the dosage of sleep. Your eyes were brimming with childlike enchantment as you stared down at her, as if the entire day ahead were a present waiting to be unwrapped. Breakfast awaited for her in the dining room, fruit glistening, pastries warm, tea rich and hot — just how she liked it.

Humming, Avis had simply reached for your hand and held it, her thumb circling the skin there with a smile upon her lips, auburn locks nestled against the elegant line of her clavicle.

“You’ve been busy, haven't you?” she mused, tone still soaked with rest, yet undeniably teasing when her gaze swept over you, your flushed anticipation, the way your body all but reverberated with the desire to please.

Your cheek lifted. “Just trying to give my love everything she deserves.”

That earned you the warmest gaze she always gave when it came to you. Lips puckering to linger on yours in a sweet kiss, fingers stroking the angle of your jaw.

Then, with the refined elegance of a woman who always knew what she wanted, she pulled away and shifted, fingers still tangled with yours when she moved to straddle your chest. Her robe, a silk, lush red, loosely tied, pried open just enough to display the velvet skin of her cleavage.

“But you wouldn’t mind if I took my time waking up first, darling?” she murmured and tilted her head, amusement flickering those pretty browns when she rolled her hips forward, just enough for the heat of her to press into you.

You gave her a cheeky smile, her fingers carding through your hair. “None at all.”

Flutters within her flowing core, damp lace between her thighs. Desire blazed from your gaze and searing palms curved over her ass beneath robes. Even through silk, she felt the force of your teasing smack against her thigh before yanking her down to your salivating mouth.

You worshipped her, a queen seated upon her very own throne carved by flesh, blood, and bones. Valves of heat trickled down the base of her spine and slithered into the pit of her stomach with every lap, every slurp, every soft suction you gifted.

Desire drove your tongue, lapping at the dripping seam of her cunt; prying open the puffy folds and you indulged in more of her slick cascading from her hole.

She almost choked on a moan of pleasure when you squeezed her rear, her clit kicking against the press of your nose as you sealed your mouth over her plump cunt.

A constellation of tears clung to the edges of her fluttering lashes, flaming sparkles swirled in her vision. “That’s it, baby, fuck…”

Vocals were stinging within her throat and she struggled to breathe, thighs constricting around your head while your hands curled over her hips, controlling the slow, gyrating motions created as they escalated.

The gentle suckle of your lips coaxed the knot in her stomach to unfurl, your own veins flooded with white hot bliss and her nerves frayed. A blistering moan puffed against her searing skin as her juices spewed, translucent weaves webbing your fervently moving lips, dribbling down your chin as you drank up her intoxicating fill, lovingly coaxing her to ride out her orgasm.

Your hands slid her hips down to your stomach, propping yourself up in order to capture her ecstatic features entirely in your mind. For a second, all she could do was breathe, her chest rising and falling, fingers twisting over your shoulders. Eyes fluttered open, gaze heavy-lidded when she looked down at you with a fulfilled smile.

“That’s a way to start the day,” she serenaded in her exhalation, stroking back a few damp strands of hair from your forehead, her thumb then sweeping across your cheek. “You spoil me, darling.”

You turned, pushing a kiss into the center of her palm and paralleled her expression. “That is exactly what I intend to do this entire day.”

The hours passed in a blur of ecstatic indulgence. You had arranged everything meticulously, ensuring she needed only to follow your lead, already tinkering ahead of time for her to not be needed in the studio. A decadent breakfast — her favorite — enjoyed on the balcony overlooking the fine greeneries and lush flowers of her garden. A leisurely afternoon spent exploring a curated selection of vintage records and rare books you’d sourced, each one chosen with her particular tastes in mind.

And then, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the pinnacle of your plan unveiled itself.

Even though you had made it clear today was to spoil her endlessly, Avis spared no expense, of course. She never did when it came to you. She was not the type to hold back, and Valentine’s Day was no exception. A new dress in your preferred hue, tailored to your every dip and curve. A box of imported confections that dissolved like velvet on the tongue. A cord of dazzling pearls clasped around your neck by her own fingers, her lips brushing the slope of your collarbone as she breathed out just how stunning you appeared sporting them.

And apart from the luxury, there was a heartfelt sincerity woven through her generous gestures in which reminded you that this was not just some display of wealth. It was love, fervent and deeply rooted.

Now that fervent love was awaiting to be unleashed with her gloved hand clasped atop of yours, opening the door and allowing for her to step in first. The household had been empty for the night, seeing as you paid the staff generously to give you time alone with Avis, and Claire had been out and about on a romantic rendezvous with her boyfriend, so everything had been greatly set in plan.

“After you, love.”

Her lips, lacquered in a shade of wine, tilted upward in an alluring curve, only for it to widen and chuckle at the feel of your palm squeezing and gently pushing at the clothed curve of her ass. “What surprises await for me now, hmm?”

You tapped her lower back, motioning for her to go upstairs. “You’ll see.”

A flawless brow rose at the light laugh erupting from you, and her hand pried away from yours. She clutched at her bouquet of crimson roses you had gifted her, the point of her nose brushing along their floral leaves, inhaling their aroma.

As she sauntered forward, she could not help but tilt back and look at you. It was still there, that lovesick smile. The smile lingered on your kiss-supple lips, hiding behind the faint stain of her ruby lipstick there as well, clogging her brain at the notion that you were hers.

You were studying her figure intently, no doubt making a mental list of all the places your lips would caress once you got to the bedroom. The jacket cinched at her waist, its sharp lines softened by the trim that rested over her shoulders. Her matching skirt hugged the plump curve of her hips, ending just below the knee, the sway of it graceful with every step.

She came to a stop at the front of the doors. Turning, she came chest to chest with you, and she sighed deeply. Overwhelmed at that stare of adoration when you became her line of vision. Overwhelmed at the way you nudged your nose across the bridge of hers, inhaling her with fluttered eyelids, and that made one of the two moan.

You gave a small laugh at the way she felt foreignly bashful, because of course she was the one who moaned. The simplest acts of affections done by you will always draw a reaction out of Avis. “You are crushing my roses now.”

Hazed eyes, seemingly only aware of her and that flushed demeanor that went perfectly with the rust wine of her outfit, fluttered quickly down to the flowers in her hold, yet the proximity with Avis was not lost. Your forehead brushed hers, murmuring, "Don't worry too much ... there's more of them in there."

Avis glowered, eyes darting between yours when you reached for the door and pushed it open, motioning for her to go in. She stepped further into the room, and her breath seemed to catch, her gaze darting to every delicate detail you had so thoughtfully arranged.

Velvet-soft petals lay scattered like whispered promises across the floor and the vast expanse of the bed, their rich hues a striking contrast against the crisp linens. Candles adorned every surface, standing in elegant stillness, their wicks unlit yet their scent lingered in the air.

For a long moment, nothing was uttered by her. The soft click of the door closing behind her felt distant — her focus entirely enraptured by the romantic beauty laid out before her. Her breath slowed, her chest rising and falling in measured anticipation as her eyes traced the scattered petals, the curve of the bed, candles sparking to life as you moved around the room, lighting them each.

When she finally moved, it was hesitant, as though afraid to disturb something sacred. The pads of her fingers brushed along the edge of a petal on the bed, and it was soft, so soft, that it drew a tremble from her.

"You did all this for me?" There was wonder in her tone, but beneath it, something sounded a little fragile.

"Well, it wasn’t that much trouble," you started as you lit the final candle, words spewing out a tad bit faster than your thoughts could catch them. "The staff was kind enough to help — truly, they were wonderful. I just had the idea, but they made it happen, and—"

Her dark-aligned brown irises softened, and it was enough to make you string together the rest of your sentence. " I just wanted everything to be perfect for you."

The words disintegrated on your tongue when the soft click of her heels echoed through the space. She set her roses upon the table in front of the windows and then stood front of you. Her hands slid along your jaw, angling your face just enough for her lips to kiss yours.

She captured every ounce of breath from your lungs and caged them within her ribcage. Molding, desirous, loving. "What did I ever do to deserve you, sweetheart?"

The longer you gazed at her, the more you discerned just the way she adored you, the way she was still reconciling herself with being adored in return. How much she missed this type of love, just how much she needed you as you her. Yearning for her was an all-consuming feeling, your entire being craved her in any moment, that yearn amplified beyond reason when she looked at you like that, it surpassed understanding. "Simply exist."

She tried stifling her giggle, letting you pull her close and connected your lips, desire spilling out of you and into her, discarding her from clothing.

The gloves were the first to go — your fingers sliding them off one by one until bare skin burned against yours. Then your hands moved to the buttons of her coat and silk beneath, slipping them free slowly, savoring every inch of skin you uncovered. Avis mirrored you, her touch just as flaring, just as desperate, and soon you were both shedding the every top layer that kept you away from basking in one another's entire blaze.

Her heartbeat grew unrelenting when you made her sit at the hem of the bed, her body sizzled into your frame while tucked beneath her soft jaw was your head, the twines of your hair grazing her warm-toned flesh with every movement of you burrowing deeper into her neck. “You are breathtaking, Avis.”

Two of your fingers had been raised to trace down her spine, tips soon straying from its path to outline every exposed ridge and valley of her back, to follow every speck and slope. The lingers of your torturous ascent elicited a shiver from your lover, an elicit you hoped for.

"Hm, do that again." Her request did not surprise you. She reveled in your touch without a shame in her bones. Avis longed for your hands on her being and you could never deny her, so you of course obliged. That hum of approval from her she only ever gave to you, it was what you were after, it was what you basked in. To provide. To grant her what she deserved.

Your nose stroked down her clavicle, softly moving over the skin there while your digits stalked her side, sliding to the swell of her breasts, descending, sliding the stockings down the curve of her thighs, rolling them down. The slip followed soon after, leaving her in lace and warmth and the gentle flush spreading across her chest.

You created a seamless transition from tender graze to demanding massage between her legs. There was a moan, a low one, it expanded inside her with a plan to free itself. And it was the reaction you sought after, your intentions made known when you smiled against her.

“Y/N.” Her voice was of warning, one you did not pay regard to. “Don’t tease me.”

Your giggle reverberated through her and you tilted your head towards her, “I didn't do anything.”

She pulled you closer, lips becoming fervent, rougher. Her hips wounded into your touch and you could tell she was in need of direct contact. Your lips mapped along the lines of her neck, trailing open-mouth kisses along it.

Breathing you in was second nature. Three distinct scents intermingled on your person: the waft of your fragrance, the expensive one she bought for you because she knew it would pair perfectly with the second one, your natural essence. The last one, unyielding lust paired perfectly with the prominent aromas.

She loved them all, embracing it all as you slipped your fingers into her tailored skirt. “Lift your hips for me.” low, rough, a hushed command. Your voice dipped into that tone you knew unraveled her. Without hesitation, she obeyed — lifting off the bed and offered herself up to your hands. The skirt dragged down, fabric whispering against her skin as you bared more of her to your gaze, your fingers grazing every curve. Cool air struck her most delicate, making her gasp and quiver alike. “You’re a damn sight, Avis.”

Your warm remark tugged a bashful chuckle out of her, one that immediately morphed into a low moan when you stroked two fingers from her swollen nub to her awaiting hole.

Plummeting in and out of her at the most excruciatingly slow pace known to an aroused and desperate woman, known to mankind, taking time to bask in her oasis, to sweep and press along her walls with your wandering finger pads. Your strides elongated, digits slick as they shoved within her warm cunt.

Your way with her was both something that made her adoration grow for you, The way you took your time with her, always, always. The flat of your palm nudging her swollen clit with each thrust. Digits extending inside of her that made her crave more.

“Fuck…” You inhaled deeply, her rich fragrance whirling within your lungs, hoping to keep it there as your only source of oxygen, letting your tongue slowly lap down the length of her neck before allowing your teeth to so subtly sink into the junction there.

You were fond of leaving your mark upon the older woman; it drove you both mad, the idea that you could nip at her skin so lovingly, that you could trap the textured skin between your lips and leave feverish blemishes behind, blending with the boldness of petals beneath her. Scattered across the flesh of her neck, continuing its descent from her collarbone to bosom, and uniquely crafted by your mouth and no one else's. Body, existence tethered completely to you. “You're drenched, Avis.”

All she could manage to release was a honey dipped moan as she allowed her head to bow back when she hitched her hips into your hand, pace slowing down — fucking hell, how and why did you slow down even more? — until your thumb soothed over her eager clit, each caress more gratifying than the last. “Am I making you feel good?”

She nodded, breaking the potent eye contact to shut her eyes tight. She was heaving, so consumed by pleasure and completely overwhelmed by amber heated lust blown into shards, piercing, and wanting to deliciously seep into her every bone, every nerve. Something only you could ever conjure within her.

“No, uh uh, keep those eyes on me, hmm.” You hovered over her naked body, her chin gently clasped between your thumb and forefinger in order to lower her eyes, so brown and abyssal, towards yours. “There we go, Avis … just let me see those pretty eyes. Please, momma?”

Your digits were still carving deep into the soft velvet hush of her walls and when you spoke in an almost sweetly deriding manner, she released a sigh that prolonged into a whimper, right into your parted lips.

You were aware that she yearned for you to kiss her senselessly, she was feening for your tongue to be down her throat, but your mind had been fixated on another route. You kissed her, something more fleeting to describe it as a peck, and it made her huff, consumed by pleasure and completely overwhelmed by lust and exasperation.

“Darling, I need more. Please, give momma more.” Her aerated speech met your grinning mouth. Your head shake created a spark of friction that she wished would flicker into a blaze and consume her to the core.

“I know, I know, love. I am going to give you more, just be a little more patient with me, okay?” Her palm clipped to your nape and yours once more found her soft soaked mound, pushing so deliciously. It had her hips rocking forward into a rhythm you so easily recognized and synchronize with.

Auburn locks were free from their habitual up-do, curling at the swell of her heaving chest, alluring, hypnotizing you closer and before you knew it, your lips and teeth collided there with her bare breast, suckling her so sweetly, so leisured it tormented her. With every carnal swirl and flattening of your tongue around her nipple, leaving oozes of thick spit behind before switching to the other.

Avis remained filled as you tore yourself away from her soaked front in order to slide down and between her legs, knees burying into the rich rugs beneath you, keeping her own apart while you watched her nectar spilling slowly from ripened blossoms, absorbed into the silk sheets beneath.

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me …. do something, for God’s sake, please!” A beseech assisted her words, unfurling her body in response, and you grinned at the sight.

She was never one to beg — always one to command, but somehow, it was you who had coaxed her to the edge, filling her to the brim with a yearning that stripped her of pride and left only need.

You allowed your middle finger to push through dampened folds, stopping at her clit, and proceeded at a torturous pace. You wanted to make her wait for it, push her even more to beg for it, the shadowed depth of your irises spoke enough.

Your hand emerged to your mouth, tasting her, your favorite flavor, dissolving and becoming one with your taste buds. You never hesitated to display just how much you relished it, and in other situations, she would have you utter to her just how much you liked momma’s taste.

Your gaze remained fixed on her, hot, unbreakable, and you slowly drew your finger out of your lips before sucking it back, each pull igniting the hunger already coiled tight within her.

You marveled at the way you had the ability to unravel someone such as Avis, at the way you left her drenched in desire, pure and lustrous, moaning into your mouth that she belonged to you, body and breath. It happened often, and each time, you still could not fully grasp the depth of your own power over her.

Your gazes locked, a silent rope yanking tight between you as she watched you lean down, blow a soft breath, and eat her out. The sight alone was a decadence, but the sensation, goodness, the sensation was something beyond earthly.

Your tongue lolled out, wide and flat, before your head moved forward and licked a bold stripe from above her spasming hole, slowly up to her nub, creating the motions in a relentless tempo, building, coaxing her toward that precipice with each stride and press. She was opening, trembling, clutching under the luxury of your mouth.

You added your digits once more into the mix, into the soaking heat of her, filling, stretching, curling just right. You hummed into her cunt, fingers accelerating, beckoning her orgasm forth. “You’re close, love? Gonna come around my fingers?”

Your words had opened the floodgates of ecstasy within her. You could feel her convulsing around your fingers. “I wanna make you happy.”

You added another one and she palmed at her tits as you pumped her. She breathed in deep, matching your rising chest. Your eyes carried something, it was hard to decipher at first, but when you spoke, her smeared mouth twitched in familiarity at your words.

Your mind… your mind had already drifted to the secret she kept, the one you had both indulged in before. The items she kept so discreetly tucked away — elegant, carefully hidden, but not unknown to you. Of course Avis Amberg, well connected and wealthy, had connections to such items.

Her lower lip curled its way between her teeth while the ends hoisted into a soft grin, “Yeah? What do you wanna do to make momma happy?”

“Avis…” you rasped, “I want to use one of your little secrets on you tonight.”

You did not miss the flicker of excitement that sparked in her eyes — lustful starvation and something even softer beneath it. “Which one?” she breathed out, hands running through your hair.

You grinned a bit, pace escalating, hardening between her thighs and you murmured against her stomach, “The one that lets me fuck you properly.”

The sound she made was somewhere between a gasp and a moan, her body already arching toward you and you seized that in uttering more words, suckling softly at the skin. “I want to fuck you, wanna make momma feel so good.”

“Hmm, yes, yes, shit, baby do whatever you want—” You felt it, the etchings of her awaiting orgasm. It was right there, so close she imagined tasting it. Yet it never came. You had committed your first act of cruelty of the night, the one she did not expect especially tonight; you had denied Avis Amberg her release.

Your fingers left her squirming hole and were brought up to her parted lips, stopping the spills of retorts and moans. “Not yet.”

Frustration colored her features, but she eased when you pecked her lips, once, twice, and retracted. You retrieved the toy from her dresser; the contents were just as you remembered: delicate silk ties, polished glass, smooth shapes made of fine materials, and your fingers brushed over it — dark, sleek.

She could not help the breathless laugh leaving her at your anticipation, biting her lip before muttering a soft, “Come here.”

You stood before her, and she scooted at the edge of the bed, her hands hot and sure as they slid along your waist. She helped you, steady and practiced, the leather straps sliding around your hips, fingers adjusting the buckles, brushing against your skin teasingly as she worked.

When it was finally in place, her hands remained at the front of your abdomen, and her chin tipped up to look at you, dark lashes fluttering. “You wear it well, darling.”

Your kiss deepened, murmuring against her mouth, "Lay back for me."

You reached your hand between both your bodies, gripping the lathered dildo, and positioned it at her sopping entrance as she sprawled herself open with two fingers. One more glance and her eyes spoke more than enough. "I'm ready for you."

You obliged, and the feeling of you entering her was overwhelming, the stretch burning only slightly. You moved in gently until the entire length of the strap pushed inside her wanting hole.

“Oh fuck!” The cry jumped from her throat to your ears. It was enough to ignite the flame within you, one that blazed brightly. Your thrusts angled as her breathing picked up. Digits flexed around her hips, pushing into the impressionable sensitive flesh with your thumbs as you fucked into her in a measured pace.

Wet lips caught hers for a passion-filled kiss and both of her legs hooked around your hips. “How does that feel?”

All she could manage were incoherent slurred babbles. Carmine nails chafed your back, pulling you closer than humanly possible, and her stiff peaks penetrated into your breasts. Wielding power to make Avis feel every single divot as you fucked her amplified your own lusty desires.

“I need you to speak when you are spoken to. Can you do that for me?”

You did not believe it possible that Avis could get any wetter, but my, she was full of surprises. Her juices lubricated your drilling, making your job easier as you pulled back completely before shoving back in.

“Y-yes, yes — I-it's perfect, you're making momma feel so good.” You smiled then at how her face crumbled, your pounding lessening its pace, however you did not lose its hard impact. "B-baby, go faster, please—"

“Not yet, love. I want you to feel everything I'm giving you.” You continued your slow, languid jolts, and she wanted to wail. The deeper you plummeted, the higher she unraveled — each nudging stroke drawing her closer to that edge, closer to the place where she felt most at home. She belonged here, beneath you, cradled in your arms, her body yielding so perfectly to yours.

“You know why I'm doing this? Hmm?” You burrowed your face into her perspired neck, gnawing the spot lightly, tongue slowly gathering every individual droplet that it made her moan straight into your ear.

The action steadied you somehow, allowing you to dive the dildo in further, to hit her bundle of nerves deep within. This angle was new, but held the same severity.

"Because you deserve it, Avis," You pulled out, filling her up once more without warning. "You deserve all good things. You're so fucking perfect for me. You know that, right?"

The tip of her nose brushed the side of yours as she nodded, but that did not satisfy you. "Words, momma. I need to hear you."

How good you were to her. How she wallowed in that dominating side you had, besides always wanting to take care of her with your affections. Avis would never tire of it. "I-know that, y/n, I'm perfect for you—"

"That's right, yes you are—" You grunted at her words, rocking in and out of her cunt and finally speeding up. Every jerk of your hips drew her orgasm near and she latched on to that feeling, that ceaseless yank.

"You're gonna come, love?" Lips wrapped around her nipple, nipping at it.

Fingernails practically sliced the skin at your shoulder blades. The jolting pain caused you to hiss, combining with the lustrous joy you were experiencing. “Yes! Make me come, baby, I need it—”

An ocean of thoughts swam through your hazed mind, not a single one of them a coherent one. There was never a moment when you did not believe Avis Amberg was stunning, a single glance at her and you were ruined and drenched, but fuck, when she came? All kinds of things it did to you, bringing forth moans from your throat.

Her moan was boisterous, booming, certain to startle those outside of these four walls, the entire household even. It made you come seconds after her, your forehead collapsing to her swaying breasts.

You gently pulled out of her and heard her shudder out a soft moan, immediately missing the feeling of being filled. Soft kisses were nuzzled between her breasts, gently moving aside her disheveled curls to ascend your kisses over her collarbones and shoulders as you soothed her.

“I know, love, I know.”

Words were caught in her throat, vision yet to return to its normalcy. "B-baby, I-I-"

You only shook your head and sweetly kneaded her hips. " 'T's okay. Would you like a massage? Does that sound good to you, Avis?"

Her head fell back against the cushion, still catching her breath. Her hand lifted in the air before giving you a loose flick of her wrist that indicated a 'yes'.

You chuckled and leaned down, placing a kiss on her cheek, then her mouth. "I adore you."

Avis huffed out a chuckle and watched as you got up. "And I love you, sweetheart. Thank you ... for taking care of me."

You settled back onto the bed with her preferred soothing oils, and you simpered at her soft expressions. "oh, just wait till you see how I take care of you even more later."

She hummed at the feel of your lips latching on her neck, already anticipating for that later to inch closer. "Momma."

"How does it feel having me deep inside you, hm?" It was a rhetorical statement this time — Avis could not form a response, not with the way you had her positioned, in her request. Arms were stretched out against the mattress, hands rumpling the sheets, the side of her face embedded in the pillows tucked beneath, the soft material smudging the remains of makeup.

Yet you enjoyed hearing Avis struggle as your strap tunneled into her cunt from behind, so you queried her again, a tinge of firmness. “You didn't hear me, momma?”

Avis gasped something out of place and you chuckled before dragging the girth's expanse back into her in rapid strokes. The third orgasm of the night was reaching its peak, and you made sure it dragged out as long as it could the last round. This time, you decided to be fair, fingers snaking their way from her hip down to her clit and rubbed generously.

"it feels great — Fuck! O-oh, keep going! c-close—"

"We're almost there, momma. Almost there. Fuck, just look at how well you take my cock." Her depths enveloped you so perfectly, gushing, gliding, squelching louder at your salacious speech.

Your spine curved, breasts pushed against her upper back and your arm looped around her middle to hoist her up a bit. Just sufficient enough for your lips could soothe the flushed shell of her bejeweled ear. "Come on, give it to me."

Her fingernails dug into the sheets at this angle, cheek mushed against plushness, and Avis was unraveling with you inside her, knocking with full force against the spot that spiraled her.

You kissed the slope of her shoulders, lips tracing over each freckle stroked by time and crease carved within her flesh. She gasped, threading through each individual letter of your name, and she sank into the mattress. Your touch followed, avid fingers squeezing over the swell of her ass, crest of her hips, tremble of her thighs, soft slope of her stomach, hushed praises sinking into her bones.

Panting, she tipped her head back, gaze slipping over her shoulder, half-lidded. As you pried out of her fluttering hole, kisses still being delivered upon her skin, her hand reached back to tug on your hair in hopes to get your attention. "Darling."

Your smile was second nature when you stared into those whiskey irises, knowing exactly what she wanted. Your neck bent, lips coming down to meet hers sweetly, considerately. The kiss was lingering, exactly what she anticipated as she spoke an 'I love you'. The gentleness of it, the affection that powered it.

You pressed one more kiss to her smiling mouth, and you knew there was nothing you would not give her, no part of yourself you would not offer. Because Avis Amberg deserved this, all of it. The softness, the fervency, the love. You would spend every moment you had making sure she never forgot it.

#live love avis #avis amberg hollywood #avis amberg x reader #patti lupone #Avis Amberg smut #patti lupone x reader #𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ── 🎐ᝰ.

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miaoua3 · 9 months ago

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could you do more wonwoo hcs?? here or on tiktok and maybe a little 18+… 🤫

hi! im doing a round two of husband hcs on tt as it is so he’s coming there either way! but i will do a bit here too, since you requested spicy ones as well (and i don’t want to get reported AGAIN on tt😭) so here you go! enjoy!

Wonwoo Boyfriend Headcanons:

•(sfw! hcs):

i feel like wonu would either go for someone exactly like him- im talking a proper nerd that likes things like lotr, games, is into science and all that- or somebody exactly the opposite of him, like a girly girl that likes makeup and who isn’t really into games all that much (maybe likes playing mario cart?? lol) and who talks 100 miles per hour, he just has this personality that easily adapts to people around him and he always tries to find a common ground with them to talk about so i can see his relationship going either way

we all said this at least once again but let’s repeat it just in case- sitting on his lap while he’s gaming is a MUST, he just loves your weight that grounds him while he’s aggressively typing on his keyboard, plus if you scratch his head while he’s in his own world? bye, he has officially entered heaven and isn’t sure how much he’d like to come back to the earth

unfortunately can’t cook for SHIT so you will have to take over that responsibility lol but he will try to help you to the best pf his abilities like handing you the things or maybe measuring some ingredients, BUT KEEP HIM AWAY FROM THE KNIVES AND MANDOLINS, ANYTHING SHARP FOR THAT MATTER

you would think that he would want to be discreet and keep his relationship a secret…you would think that, wouldn’t you? but then he’s off, buying you EVERYTHING matching, be it clothes, watches, jewellery, even glasses if you need to wear them- he would never want to hide you, he loves you so much and is so proud to be your partner, he wants to parade you around so everyone can know that you two belong to each other, he just doesn’t like going around and airing his business and private things about his relationship

loves to read you books at evening or when you two are going to sleep, there’s just something so calming about having your head resting on his chest or shoulder while he’s reading to you and seeing slowly fall asleep because of his voice-there’s nothing quite like having the love of your life be so at peace with you that they fall asleep because of you alone, there’s something so intimate and precious about the whole thing that always makes him fall asleep with a smile in his face

definitely another one that is obsessed with your hair, he just loves to play with it, twirl it around his fingers, (attempt to) braid it, grab a bit into a pony and spin it around while making helicopter noises lol he’s obsessed and is probably why you need to wash your hair more often because of him, him touching it makes it so much more dirtier so much faster lmao but its okay because he’s just a baby and he isn’t doing it out of some evil intent but because…fluffy hair makes wonu go woooow lemme play with it lol

people heard that therapist say that he gets jealous easily and that he’s a very territorial person and ran with it and made him out to be this cold and borderline aggressive partner (and now he has to play into that fantasy anytime he’s on a talk show which like ew leave my man alone) when that isn’t the case at all-he’s just very protective of you and just wants you to assure him that there isn’t anything for him to worry about because you are HIS and his alone, he just doesn’t look like the type to be so cold and controlling person and idk how most of the fandom came to that conclusion but okay

•(nsfw! hcs):

gets off from hearing you moan and call out his name, he himself isn’t the most vocal in the bedroom but he definitely loves it when you’re all whiny and crying out for him, he literally get 10x harder just from hearing your moans hit the shell of his ear

can definitely see him have a spit kink, just something about you knowing already when to open your mouth and him spitting in your mouth and you swallowing it and opening your mouth to show him that you swallowed it all like a good girl gets him going like nothing else in this world, also likes letting a drop of spit fall on your pussy when he’s about to enter you, he can’t explain it either but he just likes doing this so much like brain go brrrr when your girl swallows your spit

we all saw this coming but lets act surprised okay- cockwarming while he’s gaming is a must, he just loves seeing your leg shake with need while you try to sit there on his cock like a good girl while he, too, is trying to act all normal and talk into the mic while gaming-its all just so erotic and is your type of foreplay that is sure to make him fuck you very hard and well later

i can definitely see him being into collars and leashes (since he’s an anime fan and those two kinda go hand in hand), there’s nothing quite like seeing a pretty collar wrapped around your tiny and slender neck that makes his brain go completely blank- and if you decide to surprise him and pop on a some cat ears on your head? well let’s just you won’t be able to walk the next day lol

another one with a size kink, just seeing himself tower over you and being able to cover your whole body with his own makes his cock ache so hard, seeing how small your hand is while he’s holding it in his own, feeling your small hands on his huge back- it all just makes him so hard and brings him so much pleasure knowing that despite that much difference in size and strength you chose to trust him with your body makes him go even more insane than before

oh this little rascal that loves to finger you in public places will be the death of you, you can’t wear a skirt around him if you are out in public because he will just creep behind you and first start by gently rubbing your butt, and then getting his hand underneath your skirt until he finally full on fingers you in public, you pray to every known god that nobody can see you two and how easy you have given into him fingering you in the bright daylight

isn’t into degrading you by calling you names, but he will definitely kinda mock your from time to time, he will just go “aww, what’s that baby? is this cock too big for you? should we maybe stop then?”, he just likes to rile you up and make you whine in need for him, but he would never call you names :( he loves you too much for that

anyway that’s all for wonwoo! hope you like it nonnie🫶

#seventeen #svt #svt x reader #fypシ #tumblr fyp #fypage #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x you #svt smut #smut #fluff

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justarkive · 2 months ago

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TABLE 3 | JJK ch14

“For good service, and cute waitresses.”

pairing: pre!military jungkook x fuckbuddy/waitress! reader

warnings: SMUTTTTTTTTT profanity, angst, humour, fluff, celebrity au, idol!jungkook , mentions of other kpop groups/idols, inner conflict, insecurity.

smut warnings: needy jungkook, suggestive messages, booty call at 3AM LOL. shower sex, protected sex, oral m recieving, throat fucking, crying, gagging, fingering, squirting, spanking, use of showerhead against the clit, clit play, nipple play, missionary, doggystyle, oc is practically touching her toes, reverse cowgirl umm but he does all the work?? cowgirl, strength kink, fucking while standing up, oc smacks jungkooks butt HAHA, multiple orgasms for both, super needy kook, basicaly non verbal oc lol, jungkook cant stop thinking abt leaving and he takes it out on her </3 (its hot tho) jungkook is just rlly fuckin horny and she just lets him do whatever pretty much. kinda dom jk?? DIRTY TALKKK ITS SO DIRTYYYYYYY, kinda possesive jk in a “noone will make u feel like this” way??? FLUFFY AFTERCARE!!!

wc: longggg

this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!

taglist: @jenniebyrubies @dreamersparacosm @darklove2020 @rayyrayy10 @elinaki92 @alana4610

a/n: make sure to read till the end wink wink. it all comes crashiny down soon guys… so prepare LOL. i figured they deserved s rlly freaky chap before that tho. ENJOY MY LOVES

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The next morning, you wake up to the soft glow of daylight filtering through the massive hotel windows.

Nari, of course, is still knocked out—sprawled on the bed like a starfish, one arm flung over her face, her hair a tangled mess from sleep. Her breathing is heavy, slow, peaceful.

And you? You groan the second reality kicks in.

You have a night shift.

You sit up, running a hand down your face as the weight of that realization sinks in. After the absolute high of last night—VIP treatment, insane performances, Jungkook—your reward? A long-ass shift at the diner, which was of course the consequence of asking for one day off.

Life is cruel.

Knowing better than to wake Nari unless it’s a life or death situation, you quietly slip out of bed and start packing your things. The magic of the concert is still lingering in the air, but with every folded piece of clothing, every zip of your bag, it fades just a little, replaced by the routine of your normal life.

The normal life that does not include penthouse suites and private concert boxes.

Once your bag is mostly packed, you hop into the shower, letting the warm water wake you up. By the time you’re dressed and ready, Nari still hasn’t moved.

Great.

You settle onto the couch and finally—finally—open your phone.

There’s no good morning text from Jungkook. Not surprising. He’s probably still asleep, hungover if last night’s spam is anything to go by.

And speaking of that—

You click into the chat.

His messages from the night before are a mess.

Jungkook [2:12 AM]: IM si tied

Jungkook [2:13 AM]: si so tired fukc tired

Jungkook [2:15 AM]: wait no im buzzing still im still high off the concert not like drug high ok

Jungkook [2:16 AM]: did u like it???????

Jungkook [2:17 AM]: bet u cried. bet u wept. bet u are weeping rn

Jungkook [2:19 AM]: i wana kiss u rn

Jungkook [2:20 AM]: NOT IN A HORNY WAY

Jungkook [2:22 AM]: mayb a little in a hornt way

You snort, scrolling further.

There are voice messages—slurred, barely understandable, probably recorded in the car ride back.

You click on one.

A deep, drawn-out sigh fills your ears, followed by a very drunk-sounding Jungkook.

“U don’t even knooowwwwwww how much I killed it. Like. No one. No one killed it like me. I’m soooo good. Did u SEEEEEE MEEEE??????? Wait ofc u did. Hi. I miss youuuuuuuu heheheheheh.”

You wheeze.

Then there are accidental photos of a table—just a table—with half-eaten food and someone’s hand in the frame. Probably one of his dancers.

A few blurry videos of him dancing on top of said table.

You shake your head, thoroughly entertained—until—

Your scrolling halts.

One message stands out.

Amidst all the nonsense, all the chaotic, drunken rambling, there’s one that’s… off.

Jungkook [3:04 AM]: im raelky fucking sorry y

Your brows furrow.

It’s buried between a spam of typos and nonsense, easy to overlook, easy to dismiss as just another drunken slip-up.

But still. Sorry?

For what?

You stare at it for a moment, lips pressing together.

Your gut tells you to ask.

But your brain tells you not to dwell on it.

So, you don’t.

You exhale, shaking off the weird feeling creeping in your chest, choosing instead to focus on the much more entertaining parts of his messages.

Like the terribly filmed videos of him singing dramatically, off-key, into a bottle of soju.

Or the way his last message—before passing out, apparently—was just:

Jungkook [3:22 AM]: meow

You lose it.

The weird feeling lingers in the back of your mind, but for now, you let yourself laugh.

And maybe, just maybe, you forget about that one message entirely.

For now.

——

Nari wakes up in the worst mood imaginable. You drag yourselves out of the hotel, obviously after munching on the breakfast buffet like absolute animals.

Which, honestly, is valid. You’d both gotten maybe five hours of sleep, and when you texted her when you got home in the morning to check in, she was radio silent.

Unresponsive. Dead to the world. Practically in a coma.

You figured she needed it—after all, that concert was a marathon. But by the time you dragged yourself through your morning routine, did some mindless scrolling, and considered texting Jungkook, you finally got a single reply from Nari at 1 PM:

Nari [1:04 PM]: bitch

That was it. No follow-up.

Meanwhile, Jungkook finally woke up at 2 PM, which was late, even for him.

Jungkook [2:15 PM]: good morningggggggg 🥱

You [2:16 PM]: it’s 2PM.

Jungkook [2:16 PM]: i am a popstar and i require beauty rest.

Jungkook [2:16 PM]: u up?

You [2:17 PM]: obviously.

Jungkook [2:18 PM]: cute.

And that’s how the texting started—all day, back and forth, about everything and nothing.

The concert. How unreal it was. How insane the screams were. How you both really had the audacity to do what you did before the concert when he was supposed to be saving his energy.

And then, somewhere between 11 PM and 3 AM, your texts shifted to complaining about your night shift.

Nari had offered to drive you both home after it because, in her words, “I am literally on the verge of death, and the faster I get us to the nearest bed, which is your place, the faster I can sleep.”

So now, here you both were, dragging your bodies inside your apartment, exhausted and delirious, talking shit about the weirdest customer of the night.

“I swear,” Nari groans, tossing her keys onto your desk, “that man has never showered in his life.”

“I think I’m still smelling him,” you mumble, flopping onto the bed.

Nari follows suit, dramatically collapsing beside you. “If I ever agree to another night shift, slap me.”

“Same for me.”

You mindlessly pull your phone out, expecting more texts from Jungkook—but he hasn’t replied for a bit. Which is… weird.

But before you can question it, your phone buzzes.

And then another. And another. And—

Jungkook [3:02 AM]: u up?

Jungkook [3:02 AM]: wait ofc ur up u just texted me

Jungkook [3:03 AM]: come over

Jungkook [3:03 AM]: now

Jungkook [3:03 AM]: please

You blink.

Okay. That’s new.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard,

You [3:04 AM]: u okay?

Jungkook [3:04 AM]: no

Jungkook [3:04 AM]: i miss you

Jungkook [3:05 AM]: come

Your stomach flips.

Oh.

You [3:05 AM]: jungkook its 3am.

Jungkook [3:05 AM]: y/n.

You sigh, staring at the screen.

Okay, you want to go. Desperately. But—

You [3:06 AM]: can’t. nari’s over.

You expect him to be pushy—maybe whine a little, try to convince you.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, his next message is immediate.

Jungkook [3:06 AM]: ohhh okay. get some sleep then.

Jungkook [3:06 AM]: i’ll see u tomorrow maybe?

You smile a little. Of course he’s understanding.

And then— A voice beside you.

“Oh my god,” Nari practically cackles, making you jump. She’s leaning over, peering at your phone, grinning like a menace.

“Bitch, GO.”

Your mouth opens. “I—”

“You think I care?” She snorts, flopping back onto the bed. “I’m gonna be asleep in the next 5 mins and probably all day tomorrow. I wouldn’t notice if the building was on fire.”

You hesitate. She notices.

She glares. “Y/N, if you don’t get your ass up”

You bite your lip, sighing. “Can you drive me?”

Nari snorts. “It is three in the morning. I am not getting behind a wheel right now.”

You huff, already pulling up the Uber app. Asking for Jungkook’s address and typing it in. “I’ll just—”

Nari snatches your phone out of your hand.

And Ubers you to Jungkook’s apartment

She pays for it before you can react.

Your jaw drops. “Nari—”

She shrugs, grinning. “Consider it my thank you for that once-in-a-lifetime concert experience. You think I’m not still riding that high?”

You groan, but at this point, you’ve lost. You snatch your phone back.

You [3:12 AM]: omw.

Jungkook’s reply is instant.

Jungkook [3:12 AM]: 😏

You roll your eyes as you head to the bathroom, trying to act like you’re not doing the absolute most to freshen up.

Hair? Fixed. Perfume? A little. Lips? Definitely hydrated with layers of gloss.

And the second you catch yourself in the mirror, adjusting your clothes like you’re not about to just end up taking them off anyway—

“Bitch.”

You jump.

Nari is watching you from the bed, arms crossed, smirking like she caught you red-handed.

“You are doing too much for a 3 AM dick appointment.”

You scowl. “Shut up.”

She snorts, rolling onto her side. “Nah, it’s okay. You deserve it.”

A beat. Then—

“My girl’s getting dicked downnn tonight.”

You throw a pillow at her. She wheezes.

Your phone buzzes. The Uber’s outside.

⸻

By the time you step out of the Uber, you are literally fighting for your life.

Your limbs are heavy, your eyelids are betraying you, and every step toward Jungkook’s apartment door feels like you’re wading through concrete.

But you know exactly what’s about to happen.

And somehow, that alone is keeping you alive.You knock once you get to his door, somehow remembering how to get there since the field date—too tired to text, too wired to just walk in like you own the place.

It takes half a second before the door swings open.

Jungkook stands there, leaning against the frame like he’s trying very, very hard to keep his composure.

Like he’s trying to act normal—cool, casual, unfazed. But his eyes betray him immediately. Because they drink you in. Like he’s starving.

And then— All that composure?

Gone once you smile and say “Hi.”

You barely register Jungkook’s grip on your wrist before the door shuts behind you, sealing you into his space, his world, his intentions.

He’s not playing around.

The second you’re inside, he’s on you. Hands on your waist, pushing you back, his breathing already heavier than it should be for someone who hasn’t even touched you properly yet.

You’re half-asleep, running on fumes, but your body?

It knows exactly where this is going.

You feel the cold edge of the bathroom sink, which you don’t even question how fast he’d pulled you in there, against your back before your brain even catches up to the fact that he’s been steering you here on purpose.

His grip is firm, deliberate, his fingers pressing through the fabric of your pullover, claiming you before he’s even said a word.

And then— “I already showered,” you manage, breathless, blinking up at him.

Jungkook just grins.

Smirks, actually.

The kind of slow, dangerous smirk that makes your stomach clench, makes your knees weaker than they already are from exhaustion.

“I haven’t.”

A pause.

Then—

His lips crash into yours.

And just like that—

You are wide awake.

Jungkook kisses you like he’s been waiting all day for this.

Like he’s been counting down the minutes, picturing this exact moment, craving it.

And you? You feel it.

Every ounce of his desperation, his need, the way his hands tighten just a little too much when they grip your hips, like he’s trying to ground himself in your warmth.

He doesn’t even let you think.

The second he feels you relax into it, he’s lifting you—easily, like you weigh nothing—and setting you onto the cold marble countertop of the sink.

Your legs automatically spread for him, letting him step in between, and— He whimpers. Actually whimpers. Like just the feel of your body opening up for him is already too much.

You feel the weight of his hands slide down from your waist to your thighs, his thumbs brushing just under the hem of your hoodie.

He leans in, kisses you deeper this time, tongue teasing yours, hot and demanding.

It’s all teeth and lips and need.

Like he wants to devour you. And you? You let him.

Because fuck it, you want it too.

The exhaustion from earlier? Completely gone when your hands tangle in his hair, still damp from whatever half-assed shower he took, and the feeling of your fingers tugging, gripping makes him let out a low, breathy curse against your lips.

He’s losing it. Then his hands disappear.

You barely have time to process the sudden loss of warmth before you hear it—

The sound of his hoodie hitting the floor. Then his shirt. You look down.

The heat that pools in your stomach at the sight of him—shirtless, toned, glistening from the way the bathroom light reflects off his skin—is actually unfair.

He’s so unfair.

And he knows it.

Because he’s watching you watch him. Head tilted, chest rising and falling, lips red and swollen from kissing you like he was trying to leave a permanent mark.

“You’re staring, baby.”

Your cheeks burn. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You don’t get the chance.

Because before you can even think of something to say, he takes off your clothes and he’s lifting you again—

Off the counter. Into the shower.

Your body shivers. Not from the temperature—from him.

From the way his hands slide up your sides, from the way his mouth attaches to the soft skin under your jaw, kissing, sucking, teasing.

He’s barely doing anything, and yet you feel weak. Like your entire body is being tuned to his touch. And he knows it.

Because when his lips move to your ear, his voice drops, raspy, his breath hot against your skin— “You still tired?”

The smirk in his tone is palpable. You glare at him—well, you try to. It’s hard to be intimidating when your brain is melting.

But you force yourself to lie “Yes.”

Jungkook laughs “Better wake you up then.”

Then his hands are on you again.

And just like that, he makes sure you never feel tired again.

Jungkook scoops you up effortlessly, and you’re suddenly clinging to him like a fucking koala, your arms wrapped around his neck as you laugh.

He nearly trips when he picks you up, and you can’t help but giggle at how ungraceful he looks. “Careful,” you tease, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

You notice his… well, you notice. His cock isn’t fully hard, but it’s in the process of getting to it, it’s already starting to twitch, and damn, it’s hard not to stare when it swings with every movement in front of you.

You’re almost hypnotized by the way the huge thing moves.

But then, of course, the cold water sprays you right in the face, and you let out a loud squeal, completely unprepared. Jungkook immediately goes wide-eyed, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Sorry, baby.” he says quickly and chuckles, his voice cracking slightly as he tries not to laugh at your reaction.

And then, before you can recover, he pulls you back into a kiss. It’s warm, soft, and the taste of him makes you forget all about the shock of the cold water. There’s something about seeing him like this—so real, so raw, his skin glistening with water—that makes your stomach do flips. You hadn’t realized how much you liked this part of him. The part that’s just… human.

As he deepens the kiss, you let yourself melt into him, not caring about the cold anymore, just the feeling of being so close, so completely wrapped up in him.

The kiss doesn’t last as long as you’d like however, his hands already moving across your wet skin. His tattooed hand gently brushes your damp hair away from your face, and you can’t help but smile at how undone everything is, mascara probably smeared, but you don’t care.

He’s groaning in your fucking face, his hands roaming, just feeling every inch of you like he’s starved for the touch.

You can feel how much he’s craving you, the way he reacts to your body, every movement of his making you shiver.

“I missed you,” he says, voice thick with longing, and there’s a desperation in his words that makes your heart race. He pulls away just enough to look at you, and suddenly you notice- he’s jerking off by just looking at your face.

Your knees buckle.

His eyes dark, his breath heavy. You try to look away, feeling your cheeks flush, but he catches your chin, gently tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

“I swear, I’ve been losing my fucking mind,” he murmurs, his voice almost shaky as he leans in closer, forehead to yours, his breath warm against your lips. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about fucking that little pussy.” He looks down. Tugs harder. “I wanted you so badly, you have no idea,” A moan, “I came so hard thinking of what we did yesterday night- Fuck-“

He’s babbling now, each word filled with so much raw emotion that you feel a heat rise in your chest, your face burning with embarrassment as you try to hide your flustered reaction. But he doesn’t stop, his hands now holding you close, other hand still tugging at his cock, filling the air with nasty, wet noises as he continues, his desperation clear.

“I couldn’t think straight without you,” he says, his voice a little frantic now. “You drive me insane, you don’t understand…”

You can’t help but blush harder, the way he’s pouring out his emotions making you feel more exposed than you’ve ever felt. His words, though, only make the connection between you feel even stronger, the intensity building between you two in ways you never expected.

He’s not just after your body; he’s after you, and that realization makes your heart skip a beat. It’s different from before, he’s clearly worked up about something. And you can’t help but think it’s not just because he misses having sex with you.

But you don’t pry. Like always.

“You had to message me at 3AM for this?” you tease, raising an eyebrow at him.

Jungkook pauses for a second, his smirk slowly spreading across his face. The way his eyes gleam with both frustration and amusement makes your heart skip a beat. “Duh,” he replies, his voice dripping with that familiar confidence. “You think I wasn’t gonna do whatever it took?”

His hand reaches up, brushing your cheek softly as he laughs lightly, the tension between you easing into something more playful.

You roll your eyes, but the warmth of his smile, the way he looks at you with such intensity, has you blushing again. The teasing may be there, but underneath it all, you both know how badly you want this connection, the way you fit together, and how much you crave more of each other.

You chuckle, shaking your head at him. “It’s been one day, Kook. One day,” you tease, trying to hide the blush that creeps up your neck.

“I don’t care.” His voice is low, sharp, cutting through your sentence like a blade. His fingers trail lower, his touch light—too light. “I’ll take you whenever I want.”

His gaze darkens a bit, the intensity in his eyes making your heart race. “Doesn’t matter how long it’s been. I want you always,” he says, his hand reaching out to brush your hair away from your face again, the water running over your body,

You can’t help but blush again, the mix of desperation and affection in his words making it hard to breathe. It’s more than just a physical need—it’s something deeper, something raw that you both can feel.

He lets go of his cock, face scrunching up in the cutest way as if he was about to cum. Hes so pathetic, but you love it. His cock flushed a pretty pink when it’s left to stand in front of his glistening abdomen, twitching slightly.

Suddenly, a soft “Fuck-“ escapes you as he gently traces your folds which have been soaked by your own juices and the water from the shower, and you realize just how much you’ve missed this closeness—the way he holds you like you’re fragile, yet there’s an unspoken promise in his touch that says he’ll never let you go, even though the last time he had touched you like this was only less than 48 hours ago. And that’s when you realize.

You’re fucking doomed.

The realization hits you like a wave, crashing over you with the weight of it all.

You never imagined sex would ever feel like this—so real, so intense-

But also really fucking good of course.

Despite having sex with Jungkook before, less times that you can count on your hand, nothing compares to this feeling. And that scares you more than you’d like to admit, because it’s not just physical. The way he makes you feel—cared for, seen—it’s like he’s holding you together in a way you didn’t know you needed. His desperation is raw and real, but there’s something more beneath it. A tenderness, an intimacy that makes you wonder if you’ve been underestimating what he’s been truly offering all along.

Jungkook never fails to put your pleasure first.

You realize now, with a startling clarity, that you’ve never experienced anything like this. And likely never will again. The way he makes you feel safe, even in the way he’s desperate for you now, shows just how much he values you. And even as his desire takes over, there’s this soft, underlying care that feels like it’s always been there, just waiting to surface.

His voice breaks through your thoughts, rough but somehow tender, “Look what you’ve done.” His words make your heart skip a beat, and the warmth between you deepens. You look down to see his hand back on his dick, not moving, just there. The fingers that skim through your folds falter slightly, “You make me so fucking hard,”

He finally pulls his hand away, and you can’t help but glance down at where he’s rubbing at your folds. Jungkook’s eyes stay locked on you, though, as his fingers gently press against your clit now. You gasp, feeling a shiver go through you at the contact. “Shit,” you moan, your gaze dropping, and he lets out a strangled noise, clearly feeling the heat too.

Suddenly, the water gets way too hot, and he shifts, his skin obviously uncomfortable.

Without even looking, he reaches over to adjust the temperature. You can’t help but snicker, watching him like he’s got some kind of mission to complete. “Can’t keep your hands off?” you tease, still chuckling, because honestly, it’s a little funny how much he’s trying to focus on you when he’s struggling just to turn the damn shower down.

Jungkook doesn’t laugh, though. When he turns his eyes away from your pussy and up to you, his eyebrows are furrowed, “I made it clear how much I want you, baby. And now you’re just gonna laugh at me?” He starts rubbing faster, and when he gives your clit a soft slap, you can’t help but squeal.

You get the feeling that Jungkook’s not gonna hold back tonight, and honestly? You’re kind of excited for it.

Kind of? Your buzzing for it.

He’s always been gentle with you during sex, and even on those late nights when you felt a little lonely—though, to be fair, you haven’t needed that kind of comfort in a while—you’ve always wondered… has Jungkook been holding something back? Is there a rougher, more carnal side to him?

His nose trails along your neck, and you can’t help but moan a little louder, totally under the spell of his fingers working their magic on you. “I’m gonna make you cum on my fingers, and you’re gonna scream my name,” he says, pressing a wet kiss to your neck.

“A-ah—” You stutter at one particularly hard rub to your clit, and he grins like he knows exactly what he’s doing. He kisses down your body with way more enthusiasm than you expected, stopping at your chest and sucking on your nipples, each one with a little more force than you’re prepared for.

Suddenly, one harsh suck to your nipple and then his finger starts prodding in—unfortunately not adorned with his signature chunky rings this time. But either way, the sensation has you gasping and practically shouting his name. “J-Jungkook!”

He pulls away from your nipple, slamming his lips onto yours to silence the noise escaping you. You moan against his mouth as his fingers start to move slowly at first, and then he slips in another finger, picking up speed.

Jungkook’s fingers find the spot he never fails to find quickly, wether it’s with his cock or fingers.

He’s so unfair.

And you can’t help but gasp as his touch awakens a heat that spreads through your entire body. Your eyes lock, and you meet his gaze, seeing the intensity there. His hand crawls around your neck, holding it firmly in place, and the action makes you feel both anchored and completely vulnerable at the same time.

Your heart races, the sensation of his touch overwhelming you in ways you didn’t expect.

You can feel your legs grow weak, knees buckling, your body pressed up against the shower tiles for support, and Jungkook’s hand around your neck is a steady anchor. He watches you closely, the intensity in his eyes softening for a moment as he sees the way you’re trembling, his hand holding your neck just enough to remind you of his presence, his care.

There’s an unspoken understanding in the air between you—how much you’re both craving this closeness, this connection.

As his fingers move faster on your clit, the rawness of the moment hits you, and you’re left breathless. You tilt your head back further, practically looking straight up now, feeling exposed in the best way possible, as Jungkook stays close, holding you in his gaze, his face over yours as your buckling knees minimise your height, giving you something more than just the moment. He fingers you harder, rougher.

You force yourself to hold his gaze, even as your breath quickens, letting out vulnerable whimpers and strangled moans, feeling the heat between you two intensify. Jungkook breathes in deeply, his exhale brushing your face, and you notice the way his jaw clenches, the tension in his body mirroring the way you’re feeling.

“Always so fuckin’ tight,” he murmurs, voice low and rough.

His hand leaves your neck, fingers threading into your hair, and you can’t help but gasp. “J-Jungkook, please,” you moan, trying to gather enough focus to look up at him, pleading silently for a bit of mercy. You’re on the edge, and if you cum now, you don’t know how much more you can take.

He smirks down at you, his eyes full of that quiet intensity. “Please what?” he teases, tilting your head back by your hair just a little more, his grip firm.

“S-slow…” you whisper, your voice shaking from both desire and the overwhelming feeling of his fingers. And he has the audacity to chuckle and go even faster. “Can’t handle it?”

You shake your head, and his smirk only deepens, a quiet confidence in his gaze. Your heart skips when you realize that he won’t let up—he’s not backing down.

“You’re gonna take it because you’re such a good girl, right? The best girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of that same intensity. You clench around him, and he groans, caught by the tightness. He struggles for a moment, but it only makes him more determined.

His hand gently grips your chin, squeezing your cheeks together, guiding your puckered lips towards his for a soft, fleeting kiss on your lips, the touch tender despite the heat between you both.

He releases his hold on your face, his hand shifting to himself, and you can see the struggle in his expression as he moves even faster than before. The speed increases, and it catches you off guard, a wave of heat building inside you. You try to catch your breath, reaching out to grip his wrist, but he pushes your hand away, “Nggghh- Fuck!”

Then, suddenly, his touch falters for a moment, and you feel the shift as he pulls back.

What the fuck.

“I was so close!” You pout, frustration seeping into your voice.

“Enough,” he seethes, his tone sharper than you expected. His hands move to your waist, guiding you down to your knees, positioning you in front of him.

You’re on your knees, feeling a little unsteady from the moment, but there’s something about the way Jungkook stands over you, the way he watches you with such intensity that makes your heart race. You look up at him, his eyes soft but filled with an unspoken need, the muscles of his body taut and rippling in the dim light.

His strong thighs are close, the water running down his skin of his abs when you look up, the vibrancy of his coloured tattoos seem to increase under the water that cascades down his arms, creating a slight sheen that makes both of your lips drool-

Half of his face is slightly covered by the length of his hard cock above you, the sight of it is almost too much to process. Your breath catches in your throat as you try to steady yourself, but it’s hard.

He shifts slightly, length swinging, and you can feel the tension heightened in the air, the electricity between you both, as if every little movement is creating an undeniable pull. You gaze at him, the water dripping from his hair, and there’s a fire in your chest, the connection between you two so palpable it feels almost like a promise.

“You good?” His voice is softer than you expected, compared to the harshness earlier, and it makes you shiver, the warmth of his care wrapping around you.

You nod, unable to talk, feeling a mix of emotions you can barely sort through, but it’s all-consuming in a way you never expected.

He cradles your face, his gaze searching yours for some kind of reassurance, a silent question hanging between you. His hands are steady, as they grip around the base of his cock, letting out soft breaths.

He strokes his thumb over your bottom lip, watching it bounce back and smiling, his eyes never leaving yours, as if trying to gauge how you feel.

You meet his gaze, and there’s a mix of emotions between you—vulnerability, desire, and something deeper. The air feels charged, and without saying a word, you give him a slight nod.

He moves his tip closer to your mouth, and he grins when you try and chase it. “You want it?”

He taps it against your lips and you whine, opening your mouth, ready to take this thing in, but he moves it away, swinging it against your cheek. He groans at the impact.

You look up at him to find him grinning, holding back a laugh. “Jungkook,”

He gives in, only because it’s you. Finally pushing his tip inside your mouth.

The salty, familiar taste greets you.

Through all the times you and Jungkook had fucked, he’d made it pretty clear how much he loves receiving (as much as he does giving of course) never failing to slip it into your…sessions.

And you? You definitely aren’t complaining.

He lets you go at your own pace, and he just watches you from above as your tongue licks around his tip, watches you as you slip half of his length in your mouth, letting out the occasional grunt.

It hits him then. When you look up at him with a mouth full of cock. The impending doom of his military service that keeps popping up in his mind at the worst times possible like an annoying notification that he cant seem to swipe away.

And to will it away. He thrusts his entire length in your throat.

“Fuck…” His breath stutters, but even in his distraction, he notices your struggle. Your eyes widen as you cough, and he instinctively reaches for your temples, guiding you, trying to ground you both.

“Wanna fuck it,” He whispers, other hand tracing your jaw.

You don’t have time to protest; it’s like he’s made up his mind already. His grip on your head tightens, but you notice the strain in his expression, his face caught somewhere between pleasure and something heavier, like he’s fighting off his own thoughts.

“Mouth always feels so fuckin’ good, baby.” His breath is ragged, the quiet tension in the room thick as you look up at him, noticing the sweat on his thick neck, though it’s mostly just water. You look over slightly to the shower that’s still running.

Those damn water bills must be high.

The way his Adam’s apple moves with each breath. And worst of all, his chain that swings ever so slightly with every thrust of his hips.

What a man. You think.

Jungkook’s movements become more urgent, and you feel a deep sense of vulnerability as he looks down at you, his tip is constantly hitting the back of your throat and the tears from the gagging that you’ve been trying your hardest to push away flow freely now.

His gaze is intense, but also distant in a way. Noticing the mascara that’s running down your face, he gently reaches up to wipe it away, a tender gesture that makes your chest tighten.

His eyes linger on your face, and he thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. How could he be hurting you?

And he’s mad about it.

So fucking mad, that it leads him to thrust in fully. Your nose pressed against his soft, trimmed pubes, cock tucked into your throat.

“Take it.” His grip around your hair tightens when you try to move back, your head pressing against the tiles, his pace snapping into something unforgiving. “You can handle it.”

Your tongue is flat against the underside of his dick, it fucks into you like butter. And you let him push in deeper, harder, making gargling noises around the length of it.

“Tap my leg if- Ffuck- if it gets too much, okay?” The tenderness is back, but you can only manage a barely-there nod when-

He jackhammers your fucking throat.

He really gets in there. Stopping his thrusts and just using his hand that hasn’t stopped gripping your hair like a damn vice to control your head, in, out, in, out.

The tears spill out of your eyes. The occasional grunt and “Fuck.” From Jungkook above spur you on more, until-

“Shit…” He spills into your mouth, curses and moans spilling out of his own. You keep going, sucking his cum out. It doesn’t taste like much, only the slightest hint of salt. But his cum is mostly warm, warmer than the water still cascading down his body and dripping onto yours, it runs down your throat, and you swallow as best as you can with his whole dick inside. He thrusts further, as if there was anymore space to do so, your nose pressed and twisting with the pressure he puts on your head to his pubic bone.

You barely have a moment to recover before he pulls you up, knees numb and slightly red from being on the floor for so long. You grin at him, ready to tease him with a cocky remark about making him cum in less than five minutes.

But jungkook has different ideas, turning you around with one hand around his cock, cutting off the circulation from his cock to keep it hard, “Hands here,” he orders, facing you towards the glass, voice thick, husky.

You turn your head, desperate for a kiss, and he looks like he’s about to reject you to tease, but he always gives in when it comes to you. And quickly kisses your puckered lips, letting out a soft laugh.

But that softness is gone when you feel his tip teasing your folds, His lips curl into a grin against yours before, suddenly, he pulls away.

You blink, dazed, as he steps out of the shower, water dripping from his skin, his movements unhurried, deliberate. And then you notice something that makes you smile.

Jungkook has the cutest, plumpest little butt. It’s an observation that catches you off guard, but you can’t help the soft giggle that escapes as you watch him walk over to the sink counter, dripping water everywhere, completely shameless in his search for a condom.

He turns back, brows raised. “What?”

Still grinning, you let your hands rest lightly on his ass cheek before giving a playful light smack, voice warm with amusement. “Damn, sir.”

He laughs at that, until-

"Turn around," he commands.

This man is such a contradiction.

You do, pressing your hands against the cool shower tiles as he moves behind you, his warmth a stark contrast to the misty air. His fingers skim down your sides, tracing slow, deliberate paths before settling at your ass and giving it a smack- just like you did.

His voice is low, rough with want. “Stay just like that.”

When he finally pushes into you after putting on the condom and sliding the shower door closed, a quiet gasp leaves your lips, your body instinctively molding to his. His grip tightens against the wet tile, steadying you, grounding you. For a moment, neither of you move—just breathing, just feeling.

“Okay?” he breathes, clearly trying his hardest to let you adjust, his voice softer now, a thread of something unspoken laced in the question.

You nod, exhaling a quiet “Yeah.”

When he doesn’t move, you let out a frustrated sigh, pushing your hips back in silent plea—only for him to pull away at the last second. A quiet laugh leaves him, low and teasing, as his hands roam over your curves, coaxing you to bend just a little further.

At this point you’re touching your damn toes.

“Beg for it,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along your spine.

Your breath stutters, your body already trembling with need. When you glance back at him, strands of wet hair clinging to your flushed face, your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

“Please, Jungkook… I- need you.”

He seems satisfied, so much so that, without warning, he grabs your hips and pulls you back onto him in one smooth, fluid motion. A sharp gasp leaves your lips, your body instinctively molding to his as he fills you completely.

A low “Fuck,” grumbles from him as he leans down, his teeth grazing your neck before soothing the bite with his lips. His hands wander, tracing every curve of your back, fingers brushing over your skin with need before rolling over your breasts. A sharp gasp escapes you when he pinches at your sensitive nipples, sending a shiver down your spine.

The pace quickens, his hips meeting yours in a rhythm that has your breath hitching, your body melting into his. But the strain of holding yourself up in the position starts to creep in, the ache settling into your limbs. Jungkook notices instantly. Without a word, he slows, pulling out just long enough to spin you around, his touch firm yet careful.

Before you can catch your breath, he lifts you effortlessly, strong arms locking beneath your knees as he presses you against the cool tile of the shower wall. Your breath catches, legs tightening around his waist on instinct. His lips find yours—deep, slow, lingering—before trailing down the column of your neck.

And then he’s inside you again, the stretch just as intoxicating as before, but this time, there’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Just him, holding you close, moving in sync like he never wants to let go.

Your tits bounce with each powerful stroke, the water streaming down your bodies.

"Look at me," he demands, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes are wild with lust as he pounds into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He reaches down, spitting before rubbing your clit in rough circles.

You throw your head back against the tiles, lost in the sensation of his cock and fingers. Your legs tremble as he hits your G-spot, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Cum on it, baby," he growls, his hips snapping forward. You scream as your orgasm crashes over you, your walls clamping down on his length. He continues to thrust through it, chasing his own release.

He pulls out, but he doesn’t let go of you. Instead, he eases you down onto the cool floor, his touch steady despite the urgency in his movements. The contrast of warmth and chill against your bare skin sends a shiver through you, but then he’s kneeling between your legs, spreading you open with deliberate care.

His fingers find you again, slipping inside with ease, his thumb pressing against your swollen clit. You jolt at the overstimulation, your body still trembling from the last high. But Jungkook isn’t done with you. His lips find your shoulder, his teeth scraping along the damp skin as his pace quickens.

“Give me another,” he murmurs, the word more like a command, you barely have time to brace yourself before the pleasure hits, this time sharper, more intense. It crashes over you in waves, your back arching, a strangled cry escaping your lips as the release takes hold-

You fucking squirt.

This man just made you squirt.

Jungkook stills for a split second—stunned, mesmerized—before a low, guttural groan leaves him. His hands grip your thighs, his breath coming out harsh as he watches the aftermath of what he’s just done to you. He doesn’t stop, coaxing more liquid from you, his touch relentless until you’re squirming beneath him, gasping his name in a desperate plea.

And then he just can’t help it, lining himself up quickly, his cock pressing into you, his mouth capturing yours in a deep, breathless kiss as he pushes inside, chasing that same desperation that has him completely undone.

Jungkook buries himself inside you in one forceful motion, his pace relentless from the start. Your hand instinctively presses against his lower abdomen, a silent plea for mercy—but he doesn’t grant it.

Instead, he grabs your wrist, pinning both of your hands above your head, his grip firm as he leans in, his breath hot against your skin. His body crowds over you, leaving no space between you, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“Eyes on me,” he demands, his voice rough, edged with something desperate.

His thrusts slow, deepening, dragging every sensation out until you’re trembling beneath him. “Who makes you feel like this?”

Your lips part, but nothing comes out.

“Speak,” he grunts, his dark eyes flickering with something unreadable when you shy away, cheeks burning.

When you don’t answer, he exhales sharply, jaw clenching before he snaps his hips forward, faster, rougher, forcing the answer out of you. “You won’t talk?” His voice dips lower, a growl in your ear. “Then I will.”

Each word is punctuated with another thrust, his hands tightening around yours.

“No one—” he groans, eyes locked onto yours, the weight of his words pressing into you as deeply as he does. “No one will ever make you feel like this.”

“No one will ever get you this fucking wet.”

His voice is low, strained, as if the thought alone drives him insane.

“Jungkook—please—” Your voice breaks into a cry when he angles his hips just right, hitting that spot that sends shockwaves through you.

He groans, dropping his forehead to yours. “No one will ever—fuck—hit that spot. My spot.”

Letting go of your wrists, his hand slides down, wrapping around your throat—not tight, just enough for you to feel the weight of his presence, the control he refuses to let slip. You gasp, a moan spilling out before you can stop it.

“Now tell me.”

Your lips part, but nothing comes out.

“Tell me.” His thrusts stop completely, leaving you desperate, aching, hovering on the edge.

“I—” You swallow, the heat in his gaze making it impossible to look away. “It’s you, Jungkook—fuck—you always make me feel like this. Always make me feel so fucking good.”

His smirk is slow, dark, satisfied.

“Good,” And then he’s moving again, faster, deeper, making sure you never forget it.

After three particularly deep thrusts that leave you gasping, he suddenly pulls out, his grip firm as he shifts you away from the shower wall. Then, without a word, he leans back against the glass, legs spread, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

“Ride it,” he rasps, voice thick with need. “Like you fucking mean it.”

Your knees feel weak, but you straddle him anyway, pulse hammering as you take in the way he looks—hair soaked, jaw clenched, abs glistening under the water, waiting for you with confidence. He tilts his head, watching you with a dark, expectant smirk.

“And don’t disappoint me.”

You sink down slowly, but his impatience gets the best of him. He pulls your hips down firmly, and you gasp, your face instinctively burying into his neck as you try to steady yourself. The weight of his breath on your skin heightens the moment.

“Like that…” he breathes, voice strained.

You respond, moving more urgently, caught up in the heat between you, eager to give him everything he’s asking for, every part of you desperate to feel him deeper.

You whine softly, lifting your head to watch him, his face scrunched cutely in concentration. As soon as your eyes meet, the tension between you heightens, raw and desperate. When your movements hit that familiar spot, you gasp, your head falling back, overwhelmed. His hands find your waist, guiding you, encouraging your every movement.

The sounds of the shower, mixed with soft grunts and the rush of water, fill the space. Then, in a swift motion, Jungkook reaches over to the showerhead. You don’t see it, but you feel the change — the cold metal against your skin as he adjusts it and presses the thrashing water against your poor little clit.

“Fuck!” You cry out, your movements momentarily stopping, as the sensation overwhelms you.

“Move,” he commands in a low growl, urging you to continue as his grip tightens, his desperation clear, pushing you both to the edge.

You force yourself to move, following his encouragement, but you can feel his restraint — his teeth gritted, holding back, as the rush of water continues to hit you. You adjust your pace, slow and deliberate, as the heat builds between you both.

His lips trail over your skin, sucking your nipples and practically anything he can get his lips on, and it becomes overwhelming. The sensation is too much, and before you can stop it, the wave of pleasure takes over. You stop your thrusts and sink down fully on his cock, “Nggghgh- Fuck Fuck Fuck!” feeling how his whole length fills you up, and he groans as your body responds, tightening around him.

In that moment, the showerhead slips from his grasp, falling to the floor as the world around you fades into the rush of emotions and the overwhelming connection between you both.

He presses his lips to your forehead as you gasp, your body trembling beneath his touch. You let out a soft whine from overstimulation from the sheer amount of times Jungkook has made you cum tonight, and he reacts quickly, gently pulling away before turning you around.

His chest presses against your back, and you feel the weight of him behind you, “I’ll be quick,” he reassures with a kiss to your temple.

With his feet planted firmly against the floor, he thrusts upward, cock pounding in, balls slapping against your…other hole. His movements relentless. You can hear the sounds of his moans, fast and heavy, as he pushes himself closer to the edge.

You let out a gasp, and despite the overwhelming rush, he’s focused, consumed by his own need. He holds you firmly, both arms around your waist, his breath hot against your ear. “Take it,” he murmurs, the words filled with urgency.

"Fuck," Jungkook grunts in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Taking it so well." He starts thrusting harder, his hips slamming against your ass with each forceful drive inside you. "Your pussy belongs to me now. I'm going to use it however I want, whenever I want."

The dirty talk combined with the intense stimulation has you spiraling closer to the edge, your moans growing louder and more desperate. But Jungkook isn't ready to let you come again yet. He wants to watch you fall apart first.

Suddenly, he pulls out with urgency, your slick walls clenching around nothing. Your ass hits the cold, wet floor with a loud thud as he withdraws, the sensation jolting you out of your haze of pleasure. But before you can even register being pissed at him for stopping, he reaches down and rips the condom off his throbbing cock.

Jungkook starts fisting himself rapidly, his tatted arm flexing as he chases his release. With a low groan, he tilts his hips up and aims his cock at your face. Hot ropes of cum shoot out, coating your features - your lips, cheeks, nose, even your eyes. You can't help but gasp at the intensity of it, overwhelmed by the sight and smell of him marking you like this.

But Jungkook isn't done yet. Still sensitive from coming so hard, he pushes the tip of his cock against your soft, plush lips. "Open," he commands gruffly. As you part your lips, he smears his sticky cum all over them before pushing inside your mouth to deposit the rest on your tongue. "Clean me up,”

You dutifully suck him clean, hollowing your cheeks to draw out every last drop. Once he's satisfied, Jungkook lets out a shuddering sigh and gently caresses your face. "Beautiful," he murmurs admiringly.

Spent from his powerful orgasm, Jungkook helps you up from your knees, rests against you as you both catch your breath. You nuzzle your face against his softening cock, your only response a contented mewl.

When it’s over, the only sound in the room is the dripping of water and the jagged rhythm of your breaths.

Jungkook presses his forehead against yours, a lazy, satisfied grin tugging at his lips.

“Still tired?”

You would shove him if you could move.

——

After showering, you both move through his night routine effortlessly, like this is something you’ve done a hundred times before.

And maybe you have. Maybe not in this exact way, but the way he lets you exist in his space—undisturbed, welcomed, wanted—it’s enough to make your chest ache.

You open his bathroom drawer, reaching for his toothpaste, when—

You pause.

Your toothbrush is still there.

Tucked neatly in the corner, exactly where you left it the last time.

A quiet, warm feeling spreads through your chest.

You bite your lip, smiling down at it like an idiot.

Jungkook, already slathering on his absurdly expensive moisturizer, catches your expression in the mirror.

“What?” he asks, brow raised.

You look at him, giddy for no reason. “You kept my toothbrush?”

He blinks. Looks at the drawer. Then at you.

“Yeah?” His voice is flat, like he doesn’t get why this is a big deal. “I wasn’t gonna throw it away.”

You just stare at him.

And then—God, you wanna kiss him.

Jungkook notices. Because, of course, he does.

His lips curl into a smirk, but instead of teasing, he just grabs his serum.

“C’mere, baby.”

You blink. “What?”

He gestures you over, unscrewing the cap. “I know you wanna steal my skincare, might as well let me do it for you.”

Your heart squeezes.

The last time you were here, you made a throwaway comment about how one day, you were gonna steal all his expensive skincare.

And he remembered.

You let him tilt your chin up, his hands gentle as he works the product into your skin. His fingers move slow, precise, careful. He explains what each product does, but you stop listening.

Because you’re tired.

And you’re warm.

And you feel so fucking safe right now.

Jungkook notices.

Halfway through his sentence, he catches the way your blinks get slower, the way you sway slightly.

So he just—stops talking.

And takes care of you instead.

Quietly, effortlessly.

He dresses you in the hoodie you came in, slipping you into it with soft, careful hands. Leaves you just in your panties, because he guessed you like to sleep that way.

Then, he strips down to his briefs, scoops you up into his arms like you weigh nothing, and carries you to bed.

You instinctively nuzzle into his chest, body molding to him without thinking.

Jungkook laughs under his breath, setting you down, tucking the blanket over you.

Within seconds, you’re out.

And he—

He just lays there. Watching you. Thinking.

His heart is so fucking full, but so goddamn heavy.

You don’t know.

You don’t know he’s leaving in three weeks. That every time he touches you, every time he kisses you, teases you, makes you laugh, holds you like this—he’s counting down the days.

And he’s had enough of it.

Enough of lying, hiding, hurting you without you even knowing.

So he promises himself, right then and there—

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, he’ll tell you.

For now, he just pulls you closer, presses his lips to your hair, and lets himself fall asleep next to you.

Like he’ll get to do it forever.

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hoshinasblade · 11 months ago

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hoshina soshiro boyfriend headcanons

coming from a hard week so i gotta write this to destress. this might also be my last post until i have finished writing the fic i am putting out. i also might close my requests and asks for now so i can reply to everything first (i have a backlog, sorry). once im not too busy, i will write a part 2 and an nsfw version of this lol.

he's a light sleeper. sometimes, he couldn't get back to sleep after waking up in the middle of the night. whenever he's in the base his routine is to train or workout and tire himself out so he can sleep. when he's with you, it's a bit easier - he'll just cuddle with you and hog all your warmth.

hoshina is definitely the big spoon. he likes slotting his head on top of your shoulders and falling asleep. when he's super stressed though, he will never say no to being the one embraced.

date nights are scheduled. it's not just because he's busy at work though that is of course one of the reasons - hoshina is also the type who wants things to be perfect, so he wants date nights to be planned. he's super strict with his timing too by the way, so he's even got reminders in his phone and if he knows it is not going to be for a life-or-death situation, he will never cancel anything that you guys have planned prior.

extremely loyal to a fault. this goes without saying, considering all his life he's been shelved as secondary compared to his brother and had been told to give up on his ambition, the person who will love and trust him will have the love and trust returned... tenfold.

definitely a cat person. hoshina will prefer a cat over any pet if and when the two of you decides to get one. he would say it's because cats are affectionate and sweet and cuddly, and at the back of your mind you would realize that he is probably describing himself too.

his love languages are definitely words of affirmation and physical touch which works really well because he believes in the combination of both words and actions in how he express his feelings. pet names are customary once you guys settle in the relationship. he's the type to create a special nickname for you and would get upset if he learns someone other than him calls you that. hoshina is also the type to always have to be touching a part of your body whenever you are together. hanging out? his arm is in your shoulder. out in the groceries? he's holding your hand while pushing the grocery cart. sleeping? he has to be holding you or he is not gonna get a good night's sleep.

has a document in the notes app of his phone that's got details about you. he started this when you were in the early stages of dating so he does not get overwhelmed with information about you. he's listed all your favorites, along with important dates for the two of you, and a bucketlist of the things he wants to do with you.

quickly tagging my bestie @umafanfiqueiraqualquer

#hoshina soshiro #soshiro hoshina #hoshina soshiro x reader #soshiro hoshina x reader #hoshina soshiro boyfriend headcanons #I NEED HOSHINA SOSHIRO AS MY BOYFRIEND

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amuyyi · 11 months ago

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warm enough .

synopsis; recovering from an expected breakup, you find yourself drunk at a nearby bar, encountering an unfamiliar girl who happens to know your ex.

trope; non idol!ningning x fem!reader, uni au, fluff, a little angst, a little suggestive, strangers to lovers, feat. kep1er members :3

wc; 4.8k

cw; a little suggestive but not really

a/n; fun fact this happened to me irl ! figured i could use my experiences for stories ! everything from the breakup to the bar kiss is based on my personal experience so lol have fun. also its kinda poorly written because i wrote some of it while on the plane + in china while being very tired and i dont feel like proofreading so im sorry ^^'

The breakup was supposed to be a mutual thing. A smooth and easy agreement between you and Jimin. You guys met in a cafe when your soon-to-be-ex girlfriend finally dropped the bomb on you.

“I still care a lot about you, y/n. But I want to focus on myself and my future… I think you should too.”

You wanted to speak up, say that you didn’t want to let go yet. Just… hold on for a little longer. Maybe it’d get better if you guys just kept it going for another week. Another month. Another day?

“What I’m trying to say is…”

You always hated this part.

“I think we should break up.”

Despite the older girl being the one to initiate the ending of the relationship, you always knew it was coming. Jimin was sweet, and you definitely did enjoy the little dates you guys had been on through the past year, but there was something missing. Every time she looked at you, it seemed like she was looking through your eyes into her own. Her mind was always elsewhere whenever you two were together, like she was searching for something you couldn’t provide. She never seemed to smile around you, never laughed loudly or hugged you with warmth.

You really tried to be the person for her, you really did; but it was apparent that she was trying to convince herself you were the one as well.

It was shown in the way she bought you endless gifts with things you said you wanted, but never kissed you, In the way she would allow you to hold her hand, but never reached out herself, how she couldn’t bring herself to say “I love you” out loud. Jimin was cold.

You agreed that this was the best path to take, how you felt the exact same way and that it would be good for the both of you, but the tears that nonconsensually left your eyes said otherwise. You still remember the last words you told her before you got up to leave.

“I really hoped it was you.”

There's a saying or the other. “Your body will know if someone is right for you.” You came across it while aimlessly scrolling on social media once, and you thought it was an interesting but ridiculous concept. Countless people would share stories about how their hair would fall out or how they would break out into horrible acne when they were with their past partners, only being relieved from this when single or with their “match.”

It was funny, and you didn’t believe one bit of it until it actually happened. The tightness in your chest that followed you every time you two went out together, the stress of wondering if she actually enjoyed her company, the way you couldn’t truly relax in her presence– it all went away. It all left when she walked out of your life, and you’ve never felt more at peace with a decision. At least, for a little bit.

The breakup was the easy part. It was the recovery that ruined you.

You were the one to establish a rule of no contact, even after you both expressed wanting to stay in touch. It was your only way to hold on to the last sliver of pride you had left after spending a year chasing after Yu Jimin. The rule was established to allow you some time to heal, and you hoped to return to the girl as friends once you felt ready.

With this in mind, you then proceeded to spend a month barely eating, barely sleeping, and not leaving your apartment unless you needed to for classes. It was difficult to be on your own after dedicating so much time to her, falling behind, hoping that she would see you the way you saw her; but after about a month, you slowly felt yourself regaining your footing.

You started going out again, talking with your roommate, taking time to actually care for yourself. It was nice. Perhaps your progress would have left you comfortable enough to move on if you didn’t decide to go out that day.

There she was. Yu Jimin. After an exact 31 days of no contact with her, you finally cross paths. Quite literally, at that– but she wasn’t alone. There was a girl on her arm. She was pretty. Blonde with bobbed hair and a soft smile that made it impossible to hate her. Jimin was smiling too. This is the first time you’ve seen her smile like that, smiling as if she found what she was looking for after all of this time. She doesn't look past her. She sees her.

Jimin holds the other girl by the small of her waist the way she used to do with you, and she kisses her. She kissed her. Just like how she used to kiss you, but not exactly. There's love in her eyes. A warmth you’ve never seen before. In her eyes, there is certainty.

And that was the day your world came crashing down on top of you.

You tried to act normal as you walked past. You really did. Your eyes remain glued to your phone as your knuckles turn white. Her eyes didn’t even meet yours as you walked by. Why wouldn't she look at you? Maybe she's wondering why you won't look at her. That must be it. You hold your breath. As soon as she passed by, you couldn’t help yourself. You made the mistake of looking back.

…Nothing.

As soon as Jimin was out of sight, you cried. You ran home, scaring half the life out of your poor roommate, Xiaoting, as you collapsed in your bed. Everything hurts. Why did it hurt? You wanted this. You felt better without her— the tightness in your chest was gone.

Instead, it was replaced by an indescribably painful ache. One that felt so deep within your soul it would never heal. Quietly entering your room, Xiaoting says nothing as she sits next to your limp body on the bed, rubbing your back comfortingly. The gesture only makes you sob even harder.

She's been with you through it all. From the beginning of your relationship with Jimin till the end, she was there. Xiaoting really was a good friend.

From then on, Xiaoting’s one goal was simple: cheer you up. She would cook at least once for you every day despite not being the best chef, and she would allow you to rant about the same things over and over no matter how overbearing it got. Honestly, you started to feel a little bad. She shouldn’t have to bend over backwards for you just because you’re a little sad.

So when Xiaoting announces that you will be joining her at the bar with her friends tonight, you couldn't say no. Both because she stated it, not asked you, and that it simply was the least you could do for her. Especially after everything she’s done for you. Before you knew it, you were dressed up in your best (slutty) corset top and cargo pants with some hoops and over exaggerated makeup to accent the look. Xiaoting, as your best roommate and friend, matches with you, and you two make a big scene out of getting ready together; blasting music, doing each other's hair, borrowing each other's clothes, and more.

Xiaoting’s girlfriend Yujin had made herself at home for the pregame, and your mutual friend Hikaru soon followed. With Xiaoting as designated bartender, the four of you mingle, laughing and cracking jokes as the warmth of the alcohol and one another’s presence left you with a warming buzz. Xiaoting was an excellent mixer, and in combination with the chasers Hikaru bought and the drinking games Yujin proposed, you were all ready to go.

Xiaoting and Yujin led the way, hand in hand as you and Hikaru trailed behind, drunkenly singing into the cold night air as you trek to the nearest bar.

Being a Friday night, the establishment had been as packed as expected, and you all squeezed your way past other visitors as you’re guided to a nearby table. Xiaoting starts off strong, ordering shots for the entire group before utilizing her combined charm alongside her girlfriend’s looks to convince guys to purchase drinks for everyone as well. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way the duo would bat their eyelashes innocently at lone men for drinks– but at least it worked.

Lazily, your eyes wander through the crowd, the alcohol in your system making it a struggle to see straight. Despite your inability to see properly, you still manage to catch a glimpse of your friends from the corner of your eye, and easily spot Yujin attempting to very publicly make out with Xiaoting as Hikaru struggles to pull her away. You stifle a laugh at the sight, and decide to leave the three to their antics whilst you look for someone to talk to.

It's been a while since you last struck up a conversation with a stranger. The last time you had put yourself out there was before you met…

You shake your head. No. You are not letting your stupid ex ruin your night. Knitting your brows in concentration, you scan the bar. There were plenty of pretty girls to talk to, but you were feeling a little intimidated. Almost all of them came with at least one other person, and you didn’t want to intrude on anything…

Your eyes landed on a lone blonde at the end of the table, scrolling through her phone with alcohol flushed cheeks. She seemed approachable. Worst case scenario, she simply shoos you off. Taking a deep breath, you approach the blonde, deciding to pull out your best conversation starter.

“Are you chinese? You look chinese!!” You exclaim, suddenly switching to mandarin in the middle of your sentence as you ask the question. Smooth.

The blonde girl looks as if she would’ve been extremely offended at the comment if you didn't just speak to her in her native tongue halfway through your sentence, and she quirks a brow at you, an amused smirk on her lips as she leans against the bar.

“Yeah, I am! What's a cutie like you doing in a place like this alone??”

You feel your heart begin to race. So far so good. “I'm not alone!!! My friends are just busy making out with each other and the other is trying to stop them!!” You also lean on the bar, though not as alluring as the blonde before you. More like you partially collapsed and partially slid on it.

She chortles at your response, “well that's not fair to you, leaving you here all alone.”

The sweet and somewhat sultry tone of the blonde makes (non alcohol induced) blush appear on your face as you laugh, “it really isn't! But whatever! My name is y/n by the way!! What's yours??” You scream over the music, sticking your hand out. It was an unexpectedly polite gesture considering your circumstances, and perhaps it may have seemed a bit comical as well with how drunk you were.

She giggles at the response, grabbing your hand then pulling you in, her lips dangerously close to your ear as she yells over the music, “Ning Yizhuo. But call me Ningning! It's cuter!”

You grin. Ningning was a cute nickname. You decided at this very moment you could trust this cute stranger with your life story and personal information she didn’t ask for, and begin to slur out.

“My friends dragged me out here because I was sad over my ex who moved on from me a month after the breakup even though we dated for a year and she's a big jerk for that even though I wish only the best for her but also I hope she dies!!!”

None of the words you spoke just now came out clear, and they seemed to trip over one another when leaving your mouth, but it was enough for the other girl to go from extremely relaxed to suddenly very heated. She stands up straight as her eyebrows knit together.

“To be honest I don’t think she ever really liked me in the first place! I don’t know!! Whatever it doesn’t matter!!!” You continue on, sounding absolutely pathetic as you let yourself feel through the anger you didn’t even know you were repressing, “I was stupid to stay with someone who couldn’t even look me in the eye when saying she loved me!! She was stupid to do the same!! Whatever!! I don’t know!!”

Ningning cuts you off with a raised hand before you can continue, “what the hell?! I hate people like that!! You're wayyyy too hot to be treated that way! Who is she? What's her name?? I might know her!!”

Against your better drunken judgment, you decide to name drop your ex within a university bar. Because that is always a good idea. “Yu Jimin!! She's a engineering major !!!”

Ningning’s jaw drops as she stares at you, almost as if she were trying to find the correct words for what she has to say next.

“Girl, I know her !!!” She screams out after a brief moment of silence, “we shared a class together once!! Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't know she was like that!! You deserve BETTER!”

Before you could even think of what to say in reaction to that heavy load of information, Ningning grabs your face, pulling you into a kiss. It was a very messy one, her lips almost missing your own during the exchange. Seems like she's not entirely sober either.

Still, even in your drunken state you knew what to do. Your hands immediately find Ningnings hair as you pull her in closer, and you can feel her smiling as she grazes her tongue over the bottom of your lip.

You open your mouth to let her in and the only thing that you can think of or even feel for that matter is Ningning and her tongue. She… was really good at this. Jimin never kissed you like this before. Her hands trail down your back to your ass before she squeezes it, smirking when you squirm against her touch.

She breaks the kiss, her face inches away from yours as she breathes out, “you deserve so much better…” Ningning gives you a quick peck on the lips before stepping back, taking in her work with a devilish glint in her eyes. You stare at her dumbfounded for a moment before whipping out your phone, fully talking in your appearance. Your hair and makeup were a wreck. How did all of that happen just now?

“Done by yours truly~” Ningning winks at you, quickly slipping your phone out of your hand and typing something in.

“Wh— Wait what are you doing?”

“Giving you my number, obviously. My girls are gonna wonder where I went.” She hands back your phone and looks at you with soft eyes through her drunken daze.

“Take care of yourself, yeah?” Ningning kisses you one last time, giving your hand a squeeze before letting go. She disappears into the crowd of partygoers, a sly fox-like grin on her face.

“There you are!”

You feel an arm land on your shoulder as you jump, twirling around and looking down to see a drunk Hikaru with a slightly less drunk Xiaoting and an absolutely hammered Yujin on her side.

“We should probably head back home!” Xiaoting screams into your ear, “Hikaru’s gonna knock out on the couch and Yujin will be with me!”

Her words barely make it through to you, the music and the alcohol and the adrenaline within your system muffling out every word spoken. Regardless, you still nod and trail behind your friends as you leave, not all too sure what just happened.

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You lay in bed, eyes practically burning holes into the new contact in your phone. “宁宁<3” is what it said.

So last night wasn’t just a dream. You really did just get a girl's number by doing nothing but spilling your secrets to a stranger. On top of all of that, your head was absolutely killing you, you swore you could feel your heartbeat within your brain. Still, that wasn’t important. Biting your lip, your fingers hover over the contact name. Should you message her?

y/n [10:59] — hey !! its y/n, the girl from the bar

y/n [10:59] — thanks for keeping me company last night :)

ningning [11:06] — i was wondering if u were gonna text me back

ningning [11:06] — and of course <3 jimin doesn’t know what she lost

y/n [11:08] — haha im flattered

y/n [11:08] — but u barely know me??

ningning [11:11] — that can change xx

Your eyes widen as you reread the text over and over again. Is she implying what you think she's implying? What if she's just being friendly? Can you even platonically make out with someone at the bar?

y/n [11:16] — are u asking me out on a date ning yizhuo ?

You wait.

Oh god. What if she was just being friendly?

ningning [11:18] — only if youll have me

You feel yourself blush at her message, burying your face into your pillow as you squeal like a high school teenager in love. It was embarrassing in hindsight, but.. it felt nice to be wanted.

y/n [11:19] — of course

ningning [11:19] — perfect <3

ningning [11:20] — dinner at my place tonight then?

ningning [11:20] — If youre not too hungover..

ningning [11:20] — i got the best hangover cures ;)

you can't help but arch your eyebrow at the winky face she added at the end but brushed it off, more focused on the fact that your drunk hatred towards your ex landed you a date.

You scramble to your feet and (metaphorically) kick down Xiaoting’s door, abruptly waking the girl from her nap as she screams out, “WO CAO!” She places a hand over her heart as she bolts up within her bed, immediately letting out a sigh of relief when she realizes it was just you.

“Girl what the HELL is wrong with you?!” She hisses, laying back down and throwing the blanket over her head.

You, being the ever loving and best roommate ever, respond to this by jumping into bed with (on top of) the redhead and squeezing her as tight as you can while screaming “I HAVE A DATE!!!”

Xiaoting shoots back up, your arms still latched onto her torso as she looks down at you, eyes wide. “Wait, are you serious?”

You hear a low groan and a hand slapping your arm as you roll your eyes, slapping the arm back as the voice of Yujin grumbles out and shuffles deeper within the sheets.

Both you and Xiaoting look at one another and giggle before she quietly slips out of bed, quickly placing a kiss on Yujins head before grabbing your arm and leading you out of her room. Once outside, she firmly grasps your shoulders.

“Okay, now tell me everything.”

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You nervously stand outside of Ningnings apartment, bag clutched in hand as you look back behind you. Xiaoting sat within her car on the side of the road, keeping an eye on you to make sure this girl wasn’t going to kidnap you or the other.

The two of you (and soon enough Yujin and Hikaru) had spent the day giving you pointers on how to go about the date. They had thrown an ungodly amount of clothes your way as well as telling you endless conversation starters and compliments to give another person. By the end of it all your head was overflowing with information that you were going to forget as soon as you head out the door, and all of your closet was sprawled on your bedroom floor and in the living room. Still, the girls seemed quite proud of their work.

All of you had consecutively agreed on an outfit that was nice, but not too nice. You wore a plaid skirt paired with a simple tank top and an off the shoulder cardigan.

Holding your breath, you ring the doorbell. You really hoped this wasn’t a mistake. When was the last time you were actually on a date with someone? You couldn't remember. After a few moments of silence, you hear shuffling followed by the door unlocking and Ningning poking her head out shyly. Her eyes light up at the sight of you before opening the door completely, revealing her outfit.

She wore an oversized plaid button up, unintentionally matching with your skirt alongside baggy jeans and some bunny slippers you thought were incredibly cute. Her hair was tied up in a messy but charming bun, held up by a hair stick with small gemstones dangling from the end.

This Ningning was completely different from the one you had met at the bar last night. Though, you suppose you were a different person now as well.

“You're here! Come in come in!” She grabs your hand and guides you inside. Flustered, you spare a quick glance behind you, and you can spot the silhouette of Xiaoting throwing a thumbs up from her car before Ningning closes the door behind you.

“You look gorgeous today, by the way,” Ningning compliments, her thumb rubbing over your fingers as she walks you through her apartment. The gesture makes your cheeks warm, and you find yourself easing into her touch like putty. It was a touch that was loving. Kind. Intentional.

Her home was cozy, with white walls paired alongside warm lighting and paintings and other wall art lining the interior. There was an appetizing aroma that wafted through the air, and you had remembered that Ningning had offered to cook for you.

“What have you prepared for us tonight, chef Ningning?” You ask, squeezing her hand as she grins, “Well it's not much, I'm not a really good cook but I decided to make us some dumplings! A little basic, but it's the only dish I feel like I’ve actually perfected.”

“I hope this is the hangover cure you mentioned” you comment lightheartedly, and you sense a playful energy in the way she looks back at you.

“You'll find out soon enough.”

You once again find yourself quirking a brow at her vague answers, but she simply smiles at you innocently and you find yourself smiling back. It was hard to not be amused by her.

Ningning guides you to the kitchen, which was cleaned perfectly for your arrival. On the center of the table were multiple bamboo steamer baskets, as well as a large tea pot and a simple glass bottle with various native wildflowers as a centerpiece.

The other girl pulls out a chair for you, and you teasing grin at the polite gesture, “how romantic, Ninging~”

She rolls her eyes and giggles before settling down herself, instantaneously pouring you a cup of tea as she gestures at the baskets, “go on, dig in. I’ll be personally offended if you don’t.”

Chuckling, you open up the baskets, releasing clouds of steam before revealing multiple handmade dumplings with various fillings and differing folding styles. Your eyes widen, and you simply comment, “wow,” before taking the first bite of the food.

To say that it tasted amazing was an understatement– you practically felt like you were thrown back to the motherland with a single bite, and it wasn’t long before you were filling your plate with more.

The two of you had spent the rest of the evening getting to know one another more. You had learned she was a computer science major and going onto her third year of uni, as well as the fact she was from Harbing whilst you shared that you were from Shanghai.

“Big city girl, huh?” Ningning amusedly comments, sipping on her tea as you roll your eyes, “yeah… But I'm not rich or anything before you ask.”

The blonde feigns rejection as she snaps her fingers, “damn. I was gonna ask you to buy drinks next time we head to the bars, I think you owe me. ” She smiles at you, and it's warm.

You liked this. You liked how easy it was to talk to her. It was never this easy before.

Soon enough you had ended up on Ningning’s couch, browsing through movies aimlessly as the hefty meal threatened to send you into a food coma. The blonde lay comfortably in your arms underneath a blanket, her eyes occasionally fluttering shut as you continued to search for something to watch.

“Hmm, what about… Velocipastor?” The name completely throws you off guard, prompting you to click on it, skimming over the description as you feel the vibration of Ninging lazily humming beneath you.

“Oh that movie is really good, trust me.”

“... Really? Are you sure, Ning?”

“Yeah yeah…” Her eyes were already shut as she spoke, nuzzling in closer to you as you chuckle, putting on the movie as you wrap your arms around her, pulling her in closer.

Honestly, the movie seemed to be an excuse for the girl to be physically close to you– maybe get a nap in? You weren’t even sure if she was watching the movie at this point. Still, maybe it was for the best. Velocipastor was definitely not well funded within its production, that much could be seen. Plus, you couldn't complain about having a cute girl in your arms.

“Does your head still hurt?”

Ningning’s soft voice rings out, startling you. Honestly, you were getting pretty invested in the film, you had thought she already fell asleep.

“Mmm, a little. I don’t think your hangover cure worked.”

“Oh, the dumplings weren’t the cure.”

Your head cocks to the side as you tear your gaze away from the tv screen, looking down at the girl nestled on your chest as she looks back up at you. There was that all too familiar glint in her eyes again.

“Then what is?”

A mischievous grin curls on her lips before she leans in, connecting her lips with yours. Still a bit sluggish from the night before alongside a hefty meal, her kissing was a bit sloppy, but it was soft. Much softer than before.

You feel yourself almost immediately sigh into the kiss, and you would have found it embarrassing if she didnt guide her hand up your chest, to your neck, and into your hair, soon deepening the kiss.

Not expecting things to escalate so soon, you couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper as your hands landed on her hips, nails digging into her sides desperately as she laughs against your lips, pulling back.

“You’re really cute, y’know?” She purrs, using her hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face, and you can see the hint of pink spread across her lips as she smiles, drinking in the sight of you.

Before you even have a chance to respond, Ningning tackles your jawline, trailing kisses down your face and onto your neck. You try to respond, but when she starts to nip the side of your neck, the words you wanted to say somehow managed to melt into complete mush.

“Mmhmmhgh…”

The sound that escapes your lips allows you the chance to actually feel embarrassed, and you slam a hand over your lips, looking away from Ninging. Your response elicits another laugh from the blonde, and you swear you could listen to the sound forever.

Her symphony soon quiets though, and Ningning looks you straight in the eye, her gaze softening as she opens her mouth, struggling to find the right words to say.

“Look, I know we just met…” she trails off for a moment, almost a bit shy to continue, “but if you want to give me a chance and see where this goes, I promise I’ll treat you so well.”

Her eyes are filled with genuine desire for you, and you couldn’t help but feel… Isolated? Targetted? For the first time you feel like you’re seen, and you don’t know what to do about it.

She presses on, “I’d really like to see you again, and I know you’re going through a lot right now but I want to be there with you every step of the way. I want to see where this takes us.”

“I want you, y/n.”

Your face heats up instantaneously, and you swear your eyes were threatening to bulge out of your skull right then and there. You look at her in silence as you struggle to find your words, and after a few seconds you finally croak out,

“I… I want to see where this takes us too, Ningning.”

Her eyes brighten at your response, and she beams, pulling you into a tight hug on the couch before interlocking her lips with yours once again. You giggle into the kiss, and throw the blanket over the two of you as the movie on the tv buzzed on. For the first time, you found someone warm enough for you.

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chaotic-birds · 2 years ago

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be with you || j.pt

Jason wakes up in the middle of the night and you're not there.

🌙 Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader (gn)

🌙 Genres/AUs: Fluff, (emotional) hurt/comfort, established relationship

🌙 Warning(s): mention of kidnapping

🌙 Word Count: 1.1k

🌙 Author's Note: I have so many Jason Todd fic ideas 😵‍💫 For now, I decided to just write this. I normally don't post such short fics, but I want to get used to doing so. Sometimes I just wanna write without thinking of intensive plots 😪 That being said, please enjoy this little fluff piece! Sometimes, we just need some fluff in our lives. Also, this is my first Jason fic after a few years so… 😬 (im a lil nervous)

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When Jason turns to his other side to pull you against him, his eyes fly open.

Your side of the bed is empty.

And cold.

Which means it’s been a while since you left.

You left.

Did you leave or did someone take you?

Jason’s distressed eyes scan the bedroom. There’s no sign of a struggle. Plus, he would at least hope he’d wake up to the commotion if something like that happened.

But if you didn’t get kidnapped, where did you go?

Worry fills his chest and his heart pumps faster at the influx of questions in his head.

All the doubt about whether he’s making you happy clouds his mind. Had he said something yesterday that had upset you? Are you not happy with him anymore? Did someone better come into your life?

Jason groans and rakes his hands through his hair, tugging roughly at the ends to feel something other than uneasiness.

His hands fall to his sides when he sees your belongings at your vanity.

That’s a good sign, right? Maybe you didn’t leave him after all.

Jason slides off the bed and heads out of the bedroom.

“Babe?” he calls.

There’s no answer.

He wanders to the bathroom. Empty.

He goes to the living room. Empty.

Finally, he goes to your home office.

You’re sat in your chair with your headset on, fingers clacking against the keyboard.

The heavyweight he had put on his shoulders instantly lifted. He releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

He takes three large steps before he encloses his arms around you from behind.

You yelp, jumping and hitting your head against his jaw.

He grunts at having bit the inside of his cheek in the process.

Although your arms are glued to your sides, you tilt your head and lift a hand as high as it can go to remove your headset.

“Jay?” you question. “Did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet.”

He shakes his head and nuzzles his face against your neck more.

You lax in his arms, rubbing along his forearms and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Why are you awake then?” you wonder after a while.

“You weren’t in bed,” he mumbles.

“Sorry,” you murmur. “I forgot I had to finish something for work.”

“But it’s half past three. Can’t it wait?”

“Sadly, no,” you sigh.

Carefully, you try to pull apart his arms to free yourself. Jason refuses to let you do so.

“Baby,” you laugh softly when he holds you tighter. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be done in a bit.”

“No,” he grumbles.

Knowing he won’t give up, at least not easily, you nod. “Alright then. Should I bring in another chair for you?”

Jason shakes his head and finally lets go. He slides your chair back slightly and sinks to the floor in front of you.

Your legs part when he makes a home between them, wrapping his arms around your hips and resting his head on top of your thigh.

“Comfy?” you ask with a small smile, slightly amused.

He simply hums and closes his eyes.

Your gaze lingers on him before you focus on your work once more. You hurry more now, wanting to get back to bed with Jason.

A few minutes have passed when Jason speaks again.

“I-I thought you left me,” he whispers.

Your hands pause in their movement.

“Oh Jace,” you begin gently and place a hand against his cheek.

His eyes flutter open at your touch. His blue eyes are filled with worry and fear.

“I would never leave you.”

His eyes move between yours, trying to find a reason not to believe you. There’s that rotten side of him that tells him he doesn’t deserve to have company. That it’s inevitable for him to be alone.

“Unless you want me to,” you add.

He shakes his head aggressively. “Don’t say that.”

You smile softly at him. “Then it’s a done deal. You’re mine until the end of time.”

Jason cracks a small smile at your words, lifting his head.

“I like the sound of that,” he says.

Your grin grows. “I do too.”

Jason leans up, and you meet him halfway for a tender kiss.

“I’ve still got more to do. You want to go to bed now?” you ask once you pull away.

“Nope, I’m staying,” he replies, resting his head back on your leg.

His tone sounds lighter now, making your heart warm. Although you love all sides of Jason, this may be your favorite one.

Happy. Soft. Vulnerable.

After forty more minutes, you finally finish.

Jason has fallen asleep and has filled the room with his light snores. Some of his hair lays on his face, some of it slightly ruffled from sleeping in the bed earlier.

Cute.

You bring a hand to his hair, carding your fingers through his soft locks. You scratch at his scalp gently to wake him.

His eyes open, drooping and groggily.

“I’m done, let’s go to bed now,” you say.

He nods and slowly stands up from the floor. He sways a little on tired legs.

“Come on, sleepy head,” you tease lightly and grab his hand.

He lets you guide him back to the bedroom. You sit him down on the edge then gesture in the direction of the bathroom.

“I need to pee; you gonna come with me or will you stay here?” you question.

Jason frowns but nods. “If you take longer than five minutes, I’m coming in.”

You laugh and kiss the crown of his head. “If you say so.”

You know he’s being honest so you rush. Luckily, you make it in time for him not to come get you.

Jason hasn’t moved from when you left. He’s staring at the doorway, feet thumping rhythmically against the floor.

“You’re so needy tonight,” you observe and climb into bed. Jason scoots back until he’s beside you.

“I just miss you,” he sighs, pulling you against him like he originally wanted to do.

You lean back against his chest to feel him more.

“I’ve missed you too, Jay,” you reply.

There's been a rise in crime lately, which resulted in Jason being out in the field more than usual. However, it feels as if there’s a break and you and Jason are making the most of it. You’re sure he will be summoned again soon.

Jason snuggles your body more—if possible—and kisses the back of your head.

“We’re so sleeping in today,” he mumbles, a slight groan accompanying his words.

You giggle. “I can’t protest that.”

“Hm, good,” he says. “Goodnight, baby.”

Smiling, you echo, “Goodnight, Jay.”

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#jason todd fanfic #jason todd fluff #jason todd hurt/comfort #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you

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yunyunrin · 11 months ago

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Pool Play(date) — Yunho

genre : smut

warnings : sex in public, no prep, sex in a pool (wouldnt advise doing this), unprotected sex (pls dont do this), soft dom(?) yunho, reader has a vagina and breasts but there are no pronouns used towards reader, jongho makes an appearance

wc : right under 2.1k

a/n : this is the first smut i’ve written in years!! so it may not be the best but it was proofread by a close friend <3 so if you have any suggestions dont be afraid to give them i just ask you be nice! also, im working on holy fool i’ve just been so so busy but it is in the process of being written and chapter 1 should be out this week!

a/n 2 : this idea came from yunho’s story… thoughts were thought and i had to write them out LOL!!!! user yunou._.u u will be dealt with …

The sun’s rays beat heavily on your skin as you lay down on the chair by the pool. Although you put a lot of sunscreen on before you came on and even reapplied a couple of times since coming outside, you can still feel the twinge of red that the sun decided to lay upon your cheeks.

Your sunglasses mask the sun, and before you know it, you’re drifting off to sleep. You were enjoying your nap until you felt a splash of water hit you. This caused you to look up to find the cause of the disturbance of your nap.

It doesn’t take you long to find Yunho propping himself up on the edge of the pool looking at you with a mischievous grin. “Yunho, that wasn’t funny. I was taking a nap,” You fake an annoyed tone with him, but ultimately, your face fails you when you smile. You quickly turn away, but it is too late for Yunho already saw you smile.

Yunho gets out of the pool and comes to you and sits on the pool chair next to you. “I’m sorry that I annoyed my pretty baby,” Yunho says as he puts his hand in front of your eyes as you’ve taken off your sunglasses by this point since the splash of water got on them earlier.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t interrupt the love of your life when they’re taking a nap,” You tell him, looking away from him to keep your ruse up a bit longer.

“Perhaps I should make it up to the love of my life then?” Yunho quips as his other hand begins to trail up your leg, goosebumps appearing once his hand moves from one spot to another.

“Yunho, not here.” You tell him while holding back a whine. You cover your face with your hands, your reaction to his light touch of your leg at the pool embarrassing you.

“Why not? Don’t you want something besides the sun to warm you up?” Yunho asks you innocently, but when you look at him a smirk is plastered across his face. His hand has moved to your hips, massaging the area around your waistband.

You blush at the comment, knowing that if the sun didn’t cause your face to be red then it definitely is red now. “Yunho, I would love for you to warm me up. But someone could walk in at any time.” You say nervously, looking around at the entrances that are near the pool.

“Baby, no one has been here all day. I promise no one will show up, but we don’t have to do anything. Plus, I can do a lot more in the comfort of our hotel room anyway.” Yunho says, and you know he means it.

But the thought intrigues you, if you’re being honest. Having to be quick so no one sees, Yunho having to cover you in case someone comes in. That thought alone is enough to make you squeeze your legs together, always loving that Yunho was so much taller and muscular than you that he could hide you with ease.

Your reactions to the thoughts wandering around in your head don’t go unnoticed by Yunho. The sexual tension so thick that you think that if anyone did happen to walk in, they would walk right out anyway. “So what do you say?” Yunho asks, breaking the silence that you and him had been sitting in.

“Yes, but on one condition.” You say, watching his face go from looking surprised (likely because he never expected you to say yes) and lust.

“What is your condition my love?” He asks you, his breathing starting to get a bit heavier than normal. You can see his boner pushing at his shorts, and you decide to tease him a little before answering. By this point, Yunho’s pool chair is right next to yours. You take advantage of the closeness, turning around to face him. You interlock your fingers with him and move your upper knee to slowly graze against his bulge, earning a grunt from the male.

“My condition is that we do it in the pool, you can’t kiss me, and you can’t take my bottoms off,” You accentuate the last word of your sentence with a pop. Yunho hates not being able to kiss you during sex and typically he hates the barrier that your bathing suit bottoms gives you.

“Can I kiss you underwater?” He asks you, and you nod, partially because you wanted to know what he’d do and how he’d figure something like that out. Next thing you know, you’re being picked up, and you’re in the water. Yunho took the liberty to jump in the deep side with you. You’re glad he knows how to swim because you don’t. Even if you did know how to swim, you think you’d fail yourself at this moment.

You and Yunho are under the water, he’s holding your waist close to him, and he is connecting your lips under the water. Before too long, you and him are back to the surface.

“Put your arms around my neck.” Yunho instructs you, his voice lowers a few more octaves than his normal voice. You wrap your arms around his neck, you look around and see that you’re both in the middle of the pool. “I was the one who was supposed to pay attention to the surroundings, no?” Yunho quips, as he grips your thigh and anchors your left leg around his waist.

Yunho has pushed you both to the very end of the pull, your back is touching the cool concrete of the edge. Your body tenses up with nervousness and excitement. This whole experience of the pool is new to you, but your insecurities are starting to hit you all at once.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to let anyone see you. Relax with me, please?” Yunho says to you, beginning to massage your hips again. Your hips were always really sensitive to you, Yunho often using it to his advantage in a multitude of situations. Luckily in this one, it had you calming down and squeezing your hips against Yunho’s waist as much as you could.

One of Yunho’s hands is holding on to the concrete to keep you afloat at the top, the other now rubbing against your clothed core. You put your face into Yunho’s neck, muffling the moan that escaped you at the initial touch of his hand.

His hand starts to move agonizingly slow causing you to move your head towards him. “Look at me while I touch you,” Yunho says to you before you can ask. His pointer finger hooks in the center of your bathing suit bottoms causing your breath to hitch.

His hand starts massaging your clit, using his abdomen to press into your lower stomach. “Yunho, stop” you say to him and he stops instantly. Worry fills his face as he looks at you trying to figure out what’s going on, looking around the outside of the pool, mentally cursing himself thinking that he had somehow missed someone walking in.

You pull his head back to look at you, wanting to ease his insecurities. “You did nothing wrong Yunho, I just need you inside me, now.” You practically beg him, the ache in between your legs growing.

“Baby, I haven’t even prepped you yet.” Yunho tries to reason with you, knowing that it is already a tight fit even when he has prepped you.

“Yunho I don’t care. I can take it. If you are not inside me within the minute I swear I will ban you from playing Valorant for a week after we get home from vacation, and if I catch you playing I will not suck your dick for a month.” You tell him, but before you can blink he has you turned around, with your back now touching his chest and your hands holding on to the concrete edge around you.

He pushes his swimming trunks down just enough to let his cock spring free. He quickly pulls your bottoms to the side, the opening only big enough for him to put his cock inside you. He begins to push inside you, paying attention to the signs you give him.

Although you told him that you could take it, he still worries. You clench around his cock, a moan falling from his mouth. He slowly pushes the rest of his cock inside you until he bottoms out.

You and him stay like this for a little, enjoying the feeling of being full. “Thank you for giving me the courage to do this with you, Yunho,” you tell him while interlocking one of his hands with your’s. His free hand massages your breast, you bite your lip to muffle a moan. The stimulation he was giving you wasn’t any more than usual; the combination of the cold water against your body and with the thrill of being in an entirely new place is ticking you in ways you haven’t been ticked before.

You hadn’t realized that you had zoned out until Yunho pinches your nipple, causing you to yelp, now completely coming out of the trance you had been in before. You could tell Yunho was getting a bit antsy, you could feel his cock throbbing inside you, aching for more stimulation. Deciding to clench around him and grind on his cock to tease him.

He gives a quick kiss to your neck before slowly pulling himself out of you a little just to push himself back in. “Please go faster,” you whimper out. Yunho’s pace quickens, the water beginning to splash you both. You try to muffle your moans, but they end up just coming out as whimpers. Yunho’s cock has always been able to reach depths that you couldn’t get to by yourself, the fullness always there no matter how many times you and him have sex. You can feel the tingly feeling rising in your stomach as Yunho’s thrust gets a bit sloppier, signaling that he is also close.

“Such a pretty baby, so cock drunk that you’re willing to take it in the pool where someone walk in and see you. Is that what you want, people to come in and see you full of my cock?” Yunho whispers into your ear.

“Baby, I’m going to cum soon,” Yunho says, almost whining now that he is close to his release.

“I’m not there yet, almost,” you tell Yunho. He quickly moves his hand to your clit, massaging it at a quick and steady pace. The chillness from the water and the heat from your arousal are quickly aiding you to your orgasm as Yunho works you up with your fingers. Your impending orgasm having arrived quickly.

“I’m so close Yunho so close,” you are practically begging him for release now. Yunho bites your shoulder and pulls himself almost fully out of you, which causes you to whine at the lost contact, but then he thrust fully back into you deeply and quickly, which tips you over the edge. Yunho has also cum, his hand gripping your thigh as he catches his breath into your shoulder. You and him sit against the edge of the pool for a couple of minutes, regaining your previously lost composure.

Yunho pulls back from you to pull his swimming trunks up and you rearrange your bottoms as well. “I think that was some of the best sex we’ve had in a while,” you say to Yunho, to which he nods in agreement, still catching his breath.

The entrance to the pool opens and Jongho walks through the door. “How does the water feel?” Jongho asks the both of you. You and Yunho look at each other, giggling.

“Water feels great Jjong,” Yunho replies before giving you a peck on the lips.

Jongho side eyes you and the taller man, causing you and him to both bust out laughing. “You all are n a s t y” Jongho says, making sure to spell out the last word to enunciate his disgust at the public display of affection.

“Be glad you walked in now and not ten minutes ago” Yunho yells to Jongho, which earns him a kick to the knee. “Ow!” Yunho looks at you for a bit before laughing at you and Jongho’s reaction to his previous comment.

“I’m leaving,” Jongho exclaims before dramatically leaving the pool area. Leaving you and Yunho alone once again.

#ateez smut #yunho smut #ateez fanfic #yunho x reader #jeong yunho smut #jeong yunho fanfic #ateez x reader #yunho fanfic

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castiwls · 1 year ago

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i think he knows - s.w

Paring; sam x reader

Prompt; 'He got that boyish look that i like in a man'

Requested; anonymous

Notes; Im not entirely happy with this one tbh and ill probs rewrite it when I've cleard my inbox tbh requests are open!

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

You’d never been someone who jumped into relationships. You preferred to take things slow and get to know the person before jumping into a relationship with them. You’d dealt with your fair share of heartbreak over your life and had learnt a long time ago that jumping into a relationship was never a good idea.

Yet all that had been thrown away the moment Sam Winchester had walked into your life. You’d been taken immediately by the man and found yourself falling fast and hard. Lucky for you he’d seemed to share the same sentiments you had and your relationship had quickly evolved.

A small groan pulled your attention away from your thoughts and back to the man lying beside you. You turned your head smiling slightly as you noticed his tousled hair from sleep. “Morning.” You leaned down to gently press a kiss to his lips.

Sam smiled. “Morning.”

He was quiet for a moment before a small smirk grew on his lips. You narrowed your eyes. “What are you planning?” You knew him well enough to know that grin meant he was plotting something. “Oh, nothing.” He shook his head, staring innocently at you. You hummed slightly sitting up in the bed, stretching your arms out in front of you.

Just as you were about to move your legs off the bed you felt an arm snake around your waist. A yelp escaped you as Sam pulled you back against his chest. “Sam!” You turned your head to face him. He laughed, grinning down at you before loosening his grip enough for you to turn to face him.

One of the things that first attracted you to the youngest Winchester was the way he seemed to be able to still have his boyish charm while also being mature enough to handle a proper relationship.

His hand moved to push a piece of hair from your face before he cupped your cheek. “I love you.” His other hand rubbed circles against your waist as he smiled softly at you. “I love you too.”

Sam stared down at you as if you were the most important thing in the world. Ever since the moment he’d met you, he’d been absolutely taken by you. He’d become obsessed with the idea of you and the idea of being able to love you.

And it seemed like for once the world was on his side. As he lay beside you he felt as if he was the luckiest man in the world. And you felt the exact same.

You frowned feeling one of his hands slowly creep up the side of your chest slowly. You watched his hand for a moment before opening your mouth to ask him what he was doing. Just as you opened your mouth he quickly turned his touches from feather light. You squealed pushing at his hand.

“Sam. Stah-stop.” You kicked out your legs slightly feeling his grip only tighten on you. He smiled shaking his head. “I’m good.” His hand moved slightly higher to your arms which only made you thrash more.

Your breaths came out in pants as he finally let up. You lay back against the pillow as you caught your breath, after a moment you turned your head back to look at the man beside you.

You’d both hit the jackpot and you both knew it.

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natsuslover · 18 days ago

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆࣪ ִֶָ☾. eren bf headcanons

notes— i was rereading the 7 mins frat boy eren fanfic so YK i had to write some headcanons for my fav (i miss him like a mf every single day oh my shaylaaa). also the way ive never written for aot before is insane bc i love it sm

ft. eren yeager (jaeger?)

warnings: mild cursing idk, just wholesome fluff very sfw

first of all bro thinks he’s all nonchalant and mysterious or wtv but he’s such a softie (for u teehee)

like he’ll act like he doesn’t gaf but absolutely has ur coffee order memorized after one date

yk “just in case”

the kind of guy to be like “whatever” and then have a whole spotify playlist for u

doesn’t say “i love you” but def says shit like “don’t do anything dumb while i’m not here” and expects u to decipher it

and then gets pissed off when u don’t like tf

love language is PHYSICAL TOUCHHH

cannot stress this enough hb LOVES being physically close to u

bc he’s obv not that great at expressing his affection through words (emotionally immature dumbass)

constant back of the neck kisses when ur talking to other ppl

or hugs from behind

like “yeah this one’s mine”

always always casually has his hand somewhere on u

on ur thigh when ur sitting or ur lower back when ur walking through a crowd

also he sleeps like a cat on top of u omfg

like cuddling into the crook of ur neck and everything

and he refuses to get off bro does not care if u can’t breathe lmao

but if u somehow manage to detach him from ur body he makes sure his leg is touching urs at least

literally can’t fall asleep otherwise

he pretends he doesn’t get jealous but he’s actually just in denial

“i’m not jealous, i just think that dudes a clown”

def reposts and says random cryptic shit on instagram stories w a black screen

like “loyalty isn’t hard if u actually care”

thinks he eats it up every time too like he’s 100% thinking “oh yeah my girl gonna love this one” 💀

will pick u up from class with zero notice if he senses even a whisper of competition

can’t text for shit bc man just ISN’T the greatest communicator yk

u either get no reply for 17 hours and then a whole ass essay about his day

or a little “wya” at 2 am with no context and no punctuation (maybe a red heart too if he’s feeling cute)

screenshots every single meme he gets that he thinks u would like but doesn’t send them until like 2 weeks later when he’s feeling soft

like the way he’s normal one week and then a complete utter soft lover boy the next you’d think he’s ovulating

weirdly sentimental but pretends he’s just a chill guy

keeps ur hair tie on his wrist like it’s a war trophy

in fact he might have multiple just in case u ever need one

his lockscreen is fs gonna be some shitty ass picture of u that he refuses to change

like prob some blurry pic of u flipping him off or sum and he thinks it’s adorable

found an old hoodie of yours once and wore it for a week straight bc it smelled like u

and he pretended he didn’t notice

he’s SUCH a hothead it’s insane

will without a doubt square up for u in a parking lot if someone makes u even the slightest bit uncomfy

terrible at arguments bc he ends up getting flustered every time and says dumb shit like “well maybe i do care ok stfu!”

but softens immediately if u cry bc he doesn’t know how to handle it and feels guilty asf

“okok im sorry come here don’t cry ur gonna make me panic”

a fantastic hugger tho

he’s ur ride or die period

literally will go to the ends of the earth for u and u don’t even have to ask

would fight a god for u no hesitation

will eradicate 80% of humanity for u even

doesn’t trust easily but once ur in ur his person for life

says stuff like “ur all i’ve got so please don’t leave” when he’s feeling especially vulnerable

mostly during those deep 3 am talks or post breakdown cuddles

he loves u fully

struggles expressing it in words but the actions explain themselves

once ur his ur really HIS bros never leaving u alone

#anime #manga #attack on titan #aot #eren yeager #eren x reader #eren headcanons #7 minutes in heaven #shingeki no kyojin #eren aot #eren jaeger

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holyblonded · 1 month ago

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im deep in tiktok brainrot rn and i can just like imagine someone say "your father would be so dissapointed in the way your turning out" but about her parents to azulita

— it’s not the first time someone’s said something cruel to azulita, not even close. but that line, would hit sooo different. not because she believes it, but because it touches something raw and tangled inside her. something she’s buried deep.

— she doesn’t even flinch when it’s said. she just blinks real slow and lets the silence stretch. for a moment, it almost looks like she didn’t hear it. but then she tilts her head, eyes narrowing just slightly, and says, “good thing they’re not around to see it, then.”

— her voice is flat. not sad. not angry. just cold. detached. like she’s talking about strangers, not the people who made her.

— but later, when no one’s watching, when the adrenaline wears off and her armor slips, it catches up with her. not the insult, but the ache underneath it, the reminder that she has to be her own person because no one ever stayed long enough to help her become one.

— alexia notices first. azulita’s quiet in a way that’s unfamiliar, too still, too stiff. no smart comments, no sharp edges. just distant.

— she waits until later, until they’re alone in the kitchen, and asks real soft, “what happened?”

— azulita doesn’t answer right away. she stares down at her chipped nail polish and says, “someone brought up my parents.”

— “what’d they say?”

— a beat. then, “that they’d be disappointed.”

— alexia’s whole face hardens. she wants to say something, anything, but azulita just shrugs. “they were already disappointed. my mom told me once I ruined her life, and my dad said I was too much work.”

— it’s the first time she’s ever said it out loud. the words taste like metal in her mouth.

— she doesn’t cry. but her voice cracks a little at the end, and alexia pulls her in before she can blink, arms tight and firm around her shoulders.

— “they don’t get to have opinions about you,” alexia murmurs into her hair. “not when they gave up the right to be your parents.”

— azulita doesn’t answer. she just stands there in alexia’s arms, jaw clenched, eyes wide and glassy.

— olga finds out later. alexia tells her quietly, and her face goes pale. she doesn’t say much, just goes into azulita’s room later that night and sits at the edge of the bed, brushing a hand through her hair while azulita pretends to sleep.

— no one ever says that line around her again. because next time someone even hints at it, sydney steps forward before azulita can even move. “say that again,” she says, low and sharp, “and I promise you won’t get a second chance.”

— azulita just watches. stunned. quiet. and maybe, just maybe, a little loved.

#answered asks 💌#woso community #·˚ ༘ something blue: asks

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wriothesleybear · 1 year ago

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Nsfw alphabet for our bby Wriothesley

~a/n: Been holding off on doing this one for a while now but finally finished. I had a bad week so enjoy some smut. I think I plan to make another separate post explaining further about his kinks like I did with his favorite sex positions. Credit to @/multi-fandom-imagine for nsfw alphabet template. I did alter it a bit for my post though.

~warnings: mentions of sex, kinks, aftercare, fem!reader, MDNI!

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): ofc the king of aftercare! This man will bring you tea, massage your muscles, pamper your body with kisses (especially the bite marks, hickeys, etc.), give you a nice warm bath, and praise you with sweet words. Literally will do anything you request of him. He is a giving lover and he wants to make sure you feel loved and are taken care of (especially if it was a long love making session or a little rough).

B= Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's): Everything (cheesy, I know). Nah, but if he had to pick one, your hands. He loves the way they feel on his skin. The way they gently trace his scars (also your lips). How they cup his face when you pull him into a kiss. How they comb through his hair strands. How they rub his back when he needs the comfort after a nightmare or bad day. His favorite body part on himself is either his arms or mouth. Arms due to his strength. Mouth due to him being good with it and making you feel intense pleasure by it.

C= Cum (anything to do with cum basically): Cums lots when he does. Warm, sticky, and a bit bitter and salty. Will kiss you even with his cum in your mouth (snowballing). He thinks its hot. Will also eat you out after cumming inside you.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): Even though his favorite body part of yours is your hands, his second favorite is your tits. Loves to grope them, suck on them (a lot), rest his head on them when relaxing, and even cumming on them. Although he usually cums inside you or on your stomach, when he came on your tits for the first time, the view of your fucked out expression, chest heaving while trying to catch your breath as his cum decorates your tits..fuck.. immediately made him hard again. If you asked him if you could give him a tit job, he'd just cum right on the spot. He secretly wishes you would ask him..

E= Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing): Im gonna go with the headcanon that he doesn't have much given he's been in prison most of his life and I feel like he is careful with who he gives himself to/who he trusts so it wouldn't be a surprise that he is careful with who he sleeps with. He takes that seriously and has to have a deep connection with someone before doing anything with them. So I could see him as not really experienced. He is a quick learner tho ;)

F= Favorite position: Made a whole post about it right here.

G= Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.): He's chill so a little bit of both. He wouldn't mind if you were silly in bed but usually takes it somewhat seriously because it's special when you two have sex. He is likely to tease you as well and enjoys making you smile and laugh so he's okay with it.

H= Hair (grooming habits): Average. Has a bush but keeps it trimmed for you. Matches his hair color and highlights.

I= Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect, etc.): Mostly romantic but can get a bit rough/dirty if you want him to. It can be a combination of both.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often): He doesn't need to since he has you but of course when either you or him are busy and can't see one another for a while, he would jack off if he really needed to. Always jacks off while imagining you touching him, using memories from previous sessions, or imagining what he wants to do with you once you see each other again. He can't help getting turned on when he thinks about you and misses you.

K= Kink (one or more of their kinks): Breeding, praising, squirting, pussyeating, some degradation, dirty talk, bondage, bdsm, blindfolding, edging, overstimulation, orgasm control, mutual masturbation, roleplay, cockwarming, doming and subbing, spanking, biting, snowballing.

L= Location (favorite place to do the deed): Usually in the privacy of his office or the safety of your home. Ngl, you both have done quickies in the dark corners of the fortress because you guys just couldn't wait. But he prefers his office or in your guys' home the most.

M= Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): You don't have to do much. That's how much he loves you. Especially if it's been a while since you've seen each other. Just seeing you makes him want to kiss you. When you give him that soft look with that kind, gentle smile of yours. And when you do things for him, even small things that mean a lot to him, man, he just wants to pounce on you and show you how much you mean to him.

N= No (something they wouldn't do, turnoffs): Hurting you. Yes, he'll do consensual bites, the gentle hand around the neck with light squeezing (not exactly choking per say), pounding, slight degradation, etc. but if it really hurts you, he refuses to, even if you ask him. He saves the hurting for the ring or unruly prisoners who get out of line.

O= Oral (preference in receiving or giving, skill, etc.): He likes both but really likes giving. If we're talking about my Pussydrunk!Wrio, he can cum just from eating you out and can go down on you for hours. Wouldn't mind you sucking his cock but, god, just sit on his face please. Even though he may lack in experience, man is blessed and knows how to eat pussy with little practice.

P= Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): He loves taking his time (even though it can be hard sometimes), but he has good self-control and wants to pamper you and enjoy all of you as long as he can. He will do quickies sometimes though. He can last a long time. He's got that stamina..

Q= Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Usually likes taking his time, but will do quickies if you two don't have much time and he just really needs you. So quickies are okay with him, given the circumstances.

R= Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): He's chill so he'd usually be open if you want to try something new. Unless it goes against his turnoffs.

S= Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last): Damn, strap in for a long ride. He's a boxer. Of course he's got a lot of stamina. He can't stop with just one round. At least 3 or 4, but can do more. Rounds are mostly long since he likes to take his time.

T= Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves): Wouldn't be closed to the idea of using sex toys, either for you or him. Would probably prefer on you. Just the thought of watching you come undone and lose yourself in pleasure while he holds a vibrator to your clit, making you overstimulated and squirt even (he loves making you do that).

U= Unfair (how much they like to tease): Enjoys teasing you sometimes, especially if you're busy doing something. Same goes for him. If you tease him while he's busy with paperwork, the wait will be worth it. But it does get on his nerves when you're teasing him and he's about ready to just take you, but then something comes up like a subordinate interrupts because they need his attention for something or a prisoner is acting up. He always waits for the subordinate to go on ahead and tells them that he will join them in a few, just so he can hang back and give you a few long, deep, passionate kisses while holding you close. Just a little something to keep you both satisfied in the meantime and something to look forward to later.

V= Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make): He's mostly normal volume but can be slightly loud if it feels too good and it's been a while. Especially if you like him to be more vocal, he will for you. Mostly grunts and moans. Sometimes curses, usually teases you or encourages/praises/guides you with sweet words. He just likes to hear your beautiful moans and cries so he knows how good he's making you feel. Plus it turns him on more hearing you cry in pleasure from his cock or mouth.

W= Wild card (random headcanon): Although he's usually the dominate one in bed and the one who is in control, he loves when you take the reins every once in a while. Tie him up, use his handcuffs on him, blindfold him, ride him, edge him, overstimulate him. Just take control of him and dominate him. He loves a woman in charge and a confident woman who knows what she wants.

X= X-ray (let's see what's going on in those pants): Mmm. Thick, uncut, 9' cock. A few veins covering his cock with a large one on the underside. Sensitive there and the head of his cock the most.

Y= Yearning (how high is their sex drive): Normal to low high. Has good self-control and is busy with work sometimes. But if it's been a while, it might be a little bit harder for him to hold back.

Z= Zzzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): He doesn't go to sleep until he makes sure you're taken care of. He also stays up a bit after you've fallen asleep, just admiring you and your beautiful features. He pats your hair or rubs your back as he smiles and holds you close. Sometimes peppers you with kisses or whispering sweet words to you even though you're probably asleep.

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Im so happy your requests are open. Could i request azriel x reader where they're already in a relationship and reader overhears azriel mention hed like to add a 3rd person in the bedroom. Reader just shuts down and cant believe hed even think of such a thing. Shes so hurt and distant even his touch makes her wanna vomit. Maybe she breaks up with up with him while hes thinking of marrying her. And then he finds out why shes so distant and it was just a huuge huuuge misunderstanding (idk maybe she walked in at the wrong time and overheard cassian talkin about how hes gonna get azriel in a 3 way for azriels bachelor party once he asks reader to marry him.) And now hes gotta win the girl back and grovel on behalf of his stupid brother lol. angst with a happy ending.

I just want to say just how much I appreciate all of the requests with the amazing ideas that I get. I enjoy writing each one so very much!

Misunderstandings

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You padded silently through the river house in search of your boyfriend, being sure to use every lesson of stealth that Azriel had taught you to surprise him. It had been three days since you had seen him due to Rhysand sending you out to speak with other courts. You had been told that he was here with Cassian but the bottom floor was empty so you continued on. A smile formed on your face as it usually did when you thought of him and all of the amazing years that you had been together.

It was as perfect as you thought that a relationship could be and you were happier than you ever were in your entire existence. He was the only person that you could ever imagine spending the rest of your life with. There was no way that any other male could compare to him and how well that he treated you because not a day went by that he never failed in making you feel like a queen.

After listening through every closed door, you still came up empty handed until you were outside of Cassian’s door. His laugh could be heard, clear delight and mischief in it. Even though it was unlike you, you lingered outside of the door to listen in on the conversation that was apparently amusing.

“A threesome,” Azriel stated.

“It will be the best time of your life,” Cassian laughed. “Y/N and another girl? Can’t tell me it doesn’t sound like a blessing from the Mother.”

“I think bringing another female into our bed is exactly-”

You darted from the home as your heart dropped at what you heard. The thought of sharing your boyfriend with anyone had your stomach turning as the betrayal hit you in full force. Returning to the home that you shared with Azriel only made you feel worse and you found yourself in front of the toilet, releasing everything that was in your stomach.

Once you could muster up just enough strength, you made your way to your bed on shaky legs. Mental images of the love of your life so much as touching another female had you feeling sick again and the tears came in full force. You couldn’t stand the thought that he was still there more than likely discussing which female he should pick to present to you.

It made you feel like you were nothing and your entire relationship had been a lie. Had he had these thoughts often? Did he lust after other females and you never noticed? Had you failed to please him in bed? Had everything been for nothing? The more that you thought, the more that you cried until you were finally taken by sleep.

“Absolutely not.”

Azriel stared at Cassian, his arms crossed and jaw clenched. The last thing that he would ever want was someone else in his bed. The thought of touching another female much less anyone else touching you had his anger spiking along with his stomach twisting.

“You really don’t want to accept my bachelor party gift?” Cassian asked, a hand on his heart as if he was offended.

“How would you feel if it was Nesta?”

“Sounds fun.”

He could only glare at his brother, unable to comprehend how the male could stand such a thing. Azriel’s jealous territorial streak shot through him that was followed by his own pain of seeing you broken hearted for simply suggesting such a thing. Even if it was something that he truly did want, he knew you wouldn’t want another female touching him and rightfully so.

“I haven’t even asked her to marry me yet,” Azriel scoffed. “She might not even say yes.”

“Are you kidding me!?” Cassian exclaimed, sitting up in his seat in disbelief. “She’s crazy about you just as much as you are with her! You’ve had that ring for weeks now. What’s up with that?”

“I don’t know,” he muttered but he knew full well that it was his own insecurities. “I need to get home. She should be home by now and it’s already getting late.”

“Yea, yea.” His brother waved a hand in dismissal as Azriel stood. “Even though I think you should stay and have more wine with me. It’s one of Rhys’s good bottles.”

“Of course it is.” Azriel rolled his eyes, making his way to the door before glancing at Cassian again. “You better not ever mention this conversation. To me or anyone else.”

With that, he left and rushed home. If there was nothing else that he loved, it was falling asleep beside you at night. The way that you always moved as close as you could get made it all the more special. He had finally gotten the one thing that he had always wanted most in life and he knew that he was blessed and he would never do anything to jeopardize it.

When he arrived home, there wasn’t a light on in the entire house which only made him frown. You usually waited for him to get home no matter how late it was and the fact that the sun had just gone down had him worried. The lightest scent of your tears hit him just as he made it to the bedroom floor, causing his stomach to drop.

He found you already in a deep sleep and his frown deepened on his face as his eyebrows furrowed when he noticed that your eyes were indeed swollen from crying. As he silently changed his clothes, his shadows became as restless as his thoughts, wondering what could have caused you such distress.

He eased as gently as he could into the bed so that he didn’t wake you but when he went to pull you into him, you flinched and jerked upright. Even in the darkness, he could see your hateful glare before you moved as far away from him as you could get. He knew then that something was seriously wrong.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asked gently, a hint of panic starting to rise in him.

You didn’t respond so he tried touching your arm and you simply jerked it out of his grasp. His heart dropped into his stomach and panic continued to rise to the point that he wanted to drop to his knees and beg you if it was needed to get answers. Instead of doing so, he let you sleep in hopes that you had simply had pent up frustrations from your mission that you weren’t ready to talk about.

You awoke early the next morning since you had gone to bed so early and was relieved that Azriel was already gone. His side of the bed was cold as it was most days of the week. Your relief soon faded when your thoughts nagged at you, making you wonder if he was out scouting the city or maybe another court for another female.

All of the trust that you had in him was completely shattered as you wondered if he had been cheating on all of the late nights that he alleged that he was on missions for Rhys. If he had a secret mistress, you thought that may be an option for him if the other female could keep it a secret. Unable to handle the disgust rolling through like a storm, you packed what you could into a bag and left the one place that had been your safe haven.

It wasn’t hard to find an empty apartment in the city and even though it was unfurnished, you didn’t care. It would be just as easy to have a mattress placed in a bedroom. Paired with enough food to get you by, it would be enough. Your only intention was to hide away from the people that you had seen as your family. It wasn’t just the betrayal of your boyfriend but also with Cassian who saw you as a brother. He was wholeheartedly encouraging Azriel to basically cheat on you. You had thought that Azriel felt the same way as you did and wouldn’t want anyone else touching you but it appeared as if you were wrong.

After two weeks of being alone in your bare apartment, the depression had completely taken over. You missed him more than you ever thought that you would but your thoughts were always on repeat of mental images of him putting his hands on another female how he had always done you now that you were no longer his problem to deal with.

It was late in the night and since you hardly slept anymore, you instantly noticed the piece of paper and pen that landed on the floor beside your poor excuse of a bed. You blew out a sigh of relief when you instantly noticed that it was Rhysand’s handwriting but that feeling quickly disappeared as you read the message.

“You are needed at the river house tomorrow afternoon to discuss an issue that we are having with the court.”

Having to leave the safety of your apartment would mean that you would risk seeing Azriel. What was more, going to a meeting with the Inner Circle meant that you would have to see your boyfriend. Or maybe your ex boyfriend now. It was something that you weren’t ready to face. Not ready to face the possibility that there may be a new female by his side.

Sleep never did find you that night, your anxiety too high to do anything but sob as your body shook uncontrollably while your heart pounded wildly in your chest.

Azriel came home that night to find you gone, your scent barely noticeable. It was enough to tell him that you had been gone for a while. Hoping to find some form of answers, he took two steps at the time to the bedroom only to find it vacant. Your drawers to your armoire were open and empty, the sight paired with how you had acted the night before sending his heart racing in true and utter panic.

He instantly took to the skies, hoping to find you anywhere. Unfortunately, it was later in the night so there weren’t many people that he could inquire to about your whereabouts. He came up empty handed so before the sun could fully rise in the sky, he was at the river house in hopes that you were there. He felt as if someone would have told you if you were but there was also the chance that Rhysand could find you.

“Please tell me you have seen her,” he begged as soon as his sleepy eyed brother opened the door.

“Who?” Rhys asked, his voice still full of sleep as he rubbed his eyes.

“Y/N!” he snapped. “I haven’t seen her since last night!”

That was enough to get the High Lord’s attention and bring him fully to the present. There was a gentle caress on his mental shield so he dropped the barrier to let the male see his memories. Rhys flinched as he pulled away but there was sympathy that he didn’t want on his friend’s face.

“Don’t panic,” the High Lord ordered in a gentle tone. “We will find her.”

“How are we going to find her when we don’t know anything!?” Azriel snapped, worry, panic, and pain lacing into every word.

“It didn’t appear as if there was a struggle and there were no unusual scents to indicate that she may have been abducted,” Rhysand mused. “Even if it was the case, she is trained well enough to handle whoever could have managed to come in.”

“But-”

“Has there been any disagreements as of late?”

“No-”

“Has she been expressing any discomfort with either of you being gone too long on missions?”

“No!” he exclaimed, frustrated because he had already come up empty handed on those thoughts as well. “Everything has been as perfect and happy as it could be!”

“We will find her,” his brother repeated gently.

Azriel’s chest began to heave at all of the horribly possible scenarios that could have happened to you. The thought of you being taken and injured hurt but what hurt him the most was the nagging suspicion that you had left him. Not only had you left him but done so when he wasn’t present and hadn’t communicated anything which was unlike you. Communication was a strong principle of a relationship for you so he must have done something irreparably wrong for you to leave him without a trace.

Unable to sit idly by and wait for Rhysand to search for you, he returned to the city. Despite the fact that he had searched all day and asked everyone he came across, it was as futile as the night before on any information about you. The pain felt as if it was eating him from the inside out while suffocating him in the process.

There were so many things that made him feel unworthy of anything but you had come along and changed that. There had been so many things that had hurt him in his life. If he lost you, it would be the one pain that he wouldn’t be capable of enduring.

A week passed and each day was a repeat of the one before. He was sure that the citizens of Velaris were sick of him asking about you, especially when he was doing his best to be discreet. At the end of each day, he found himself curled up in the bed that he used to share with you to release the tears that he did his best to keep locked away until he was alone. His appetite had completely disappeared and he was unable to even force himself to eat.

By the end of the second week, Rhysand had formed a plan. He watched as the High Lord wrote a note to you requesting your presence. The letter disappeared and he was reassured that if nothing else, you would come when the court needed you. His shadows had been restless the entirety of the two weeks of you being gone and tonight was no different. He was just as restless as they were with anticipated hope.

The entire day was spent pacing in different rooms to pass the time while thinking of any and every speech for whatever he had unknowingly done wrong. Feyre had done her best to calm and reassure him but nothing would soothe him until he saw you. It was what he had thought until you strode through the door of the river house.

Your scent hit him so hard that it made him stumble when he went to take a step towards you. He froze on his second step when you didn’t look at him but instead opted to watch your High Lord with anger in your eyes. It was at that time that he took a moment to do a full assessment of you only to find that you appeared to be in the same emotional state that he was in. You had lost weight and the dark circles were a harsh contrast to your unusually pale skin.

“I’m here,” you snapped, causing Rhysand to frown. “I’ve got things to be doing.”

“Care to fill us in on what ‘things’ you are busy with?” the High Lord countered.

“It’s not your business what I do with my personal time.”

“The personal time that a member of my court has used to stay hidden for two weeks.”

“I may be a part of your court, Rhysand but I do not have to report all of my movements.”

“No,” Rhys agreed. “But as a member of my Inner Circle, I would like the courtesy of knowing that you are safe when you decide to disappear without a trace. Maybe I should make you a spy as well since you do such a good job of it.”

“I don’t have time for this.” You bared your teeth at the High Lord who only smiled in return, the action causing you to huff. “Call me if there is actual business.”

“Y/N,” Azriel started when you glared at him once you began to make your way to the door.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you growled.

The four words had him recoiling his hand from where he tried to stop you. There was a hatefulness in your eyes that had never been laid upon him before and he could feel the burning beginning in his eyes. He loved you more than words could ever explain but yet here you were, staring at him with so much disgust. It made him feel lower than he had ever felt in his life. Lower than how he had felt as a child locked in a lightless cell.

“Please, please tell me what’s wrong,” he begged, blocking out everyone else in the room around them. “Please.”

“I really can’t believe you Azriel.” Tears filled your eyes and the pain in them had his knees buckling. “You can’t have your cake and eat it too.”

“Y/N, please-”

He tried once again to grasp your arm to stop you but your face paled as if the simple thought of him touching you made you sick. Every insecurity that he ever had began to resurface, every insecurity that had been healed simply because of your support. His worst fear had been confirmed but he refused to give up until he knew what had gone so horribly wrong.

“Please tell me what I did,” he begged again once the both of you were outside. “How can I make it right?”

“You can make it right by going back to whatever bitch you wanted.” You swirled on him so quickly that he hardly had time to register that you did so, leaving nothing a handful of inches between the two of you. “I wasn’t enough so go find better!”

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” he asked in astonishment. “You are all that I’ve ever wanted. You are everything that I have been searching for my entire life.”

“I’m all you want but yet you have no problem with wanting a threesome?” His heart dropped as he realized what had happened. “Did you really think I would go along with that? Or were you planning it with someone else?”

“I wasn’t-”

Azriel took a deep breath and dropped down onto one knee while pulling the small box out of his pocket. He had kept it with him every single day and he was thankful that he did even if he was silently cursing his brother for ruining the proposal. Before opening it, he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you into him before burying his face into your stomach.

“Cassian,” he mumbled with a defeated sigh. “Is a fucking idiot.”

“Oh, I know all about him encouraging such an idiotic thing!” you exclaimed while halfheartedly trying to wiggle free from him.

“He was trying to talk me into accepting a gift from him for..”

“For what?”

He took a deep breath, savoring the contact, before he pulled away and looked up to you. A small gasp escaped your lips when he opened the box that held the blue sapphire engagement ring.

“For a bachelor party if you said yes when I proposed.”

Hope was the only thing that he could cling to when tears formed in your eyes as they darted between him and the ring. He took note that your body began to shake just as the smallest smile formed on your face.

“You- You were..”

“This isn’t exactly the way that I had planned it out,” he chuckled, feeling relieved to see some light back in your eyes. “My life has been nothing but darkness until you came into it and lit it up as if you were the brightest sun that could ever exist. A sun that made all of the dark disappear and made me feel truly seen for the first time in my life. I have never known true love and happiness until I was able to call you mine and it would be the greatest honor that I could ever receive to be able to call you my wife.”

Tears were falling freely down your face but your eyes never left his. The love and adoration had returned and it took everything in him to stay on one knee until he received a reply of some sort.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” you exclaimed.

He was barely able to stand in time to catch you before you launched yourself onto him, throwing your arms around his neck and squeezing tightly. It bordered on pain but he didn’t dare complain now that you were back in his arms.

“Thank the Mother.”

You giggled at his words and then gave him the brightest smile when he slid the ring on your finger. He crashed his lips to yours, appreciating every single thing about you in a way that he hadn’t before. When he pulled away, there was a mischievous grin adorning your face.

“I think me and Cassian need to have a nice long chat.”

He laughed, a genuine true laugh, before following you inside and enjoying the scolding that his brother earned.

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