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sebscore · 2 years ago

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heyy! Got a request! So all the drivers are in this fancy yacht in Monaco promoting F1/race. It's black tie event. Our fem! F1 driver comes in wearing gorgeous dress. And I just want everyone's reaction. I think it will be interesting since the fem! F1 driver usually is in F1 overalls/merch. Thank you!

MISS LITTLE BLACK DRESS

pairing: (most of the) f1 grid x reader (including some retired drivers)

warnings: mentions of the fia. a drunk nando at the end lol.

author's note: thank you so much for the request! this was genuinely so fun to write, i'm sorry that i didn't include the entire grid, but for some people i just genuinely didn't know how they would react or i didn't want the reactions to become repetitive. let me know what you thought of it! 💖

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''Who's that?'' Lando asked Charles and Charlotte, his eyes not leaving the backside of the woman who had just entered the yacht. The question caught the attention of the other people seated on the long couch. George, Carmen, Alex, Lily, Pierre, Yuki, Carlos and Isa followed Lando's eyes.

It was quite hard to recognize her since her face wasn't visible as she talked to Toto, Mattia and Susie. ''Maybe someone from the FIA or something?'' George concluded, taking a wild guess.

''I love her dress, it's so cute.'' Lily whispered to Carmen, admiring the way it hugged the woman's body perfectly. ''I know, it's sexy, but also elegant in a way.''

''Lando, you should go up to her.'' Pierre encouraged him, taking in the way the Brit was eyeing her up and down.

Alex and Charles agreed. ''Yeah, make it a bit fun for us here! This event isn't gonna get any better than this.'' Alex said, the black-tie event was organized by the FIA and those guys weren't exactly known for their fun parties.

''You sure?'' Lando hesitated, the man was newly single and it had been a while since he had approached someone in that kind of a manner. The group cheered him on, wanting to see their friend take some action and move on from his previous relationship. ''What do I even say?''

The question was more directed at the women. ''Compliment her dress, Lando.'' Isa advised him, knowing she would appreciate it. He nodded at her words, repeating the words in his head.

''Yeah, okay- anything else?'' He asked them.

''Just let the conversation flow from there, it'll be okay.'' Carmen assured the younger guy, seeing how he started to get nervous.

Lando got up from his seat, breathing in and out. ''Here we go.'' He took a swig from his beer for some encouragement and made his way over while the rest of the group watched in anticipation.

''Hi, everyone.'' He greeted the team principals and Susie with a smile, before his eyes fell on the reason he was there. The smile was smacked from his face and was replaced by an expression of disbelief.

''Y/N?''

''Hey, Lando.'' She greeted him back, taking notice of his face that she had a hard time reading. ''What's up?''

The McLaren driver was stunned. The woman was Y/N, he had been checking out the woman he had known since the two of them were kids. In his defense, a long time had passed when he last saw her in anything that wasn't oversized or racing related.

''Nothing, just, uh, wanted to come and say hi,'' he managed to stutter out, ''the rest of us are sitting here, if you'd like to join us.'' He motioned towards the entire group that sat with open mouths as Y/N turned around. They quickly covered their surprise up and waved at her, sending her uneasy smiles.

The unaware driver smiled back at them. ''Yeah, I'll join you guys in a minute.'' She wrapped up the conversation with him, growing uncomfortable with Lando's unsubtle stare.

''Great, see you all later.''

Lando quickly bid them goodbye and was ready to crawl into a hole, feeling humiliated and confused all at the same time. He sat back down on his original spot, avoiding eye-contact with everyone.

''That's Y/N? You were gonna flirt with Y/N.'' Carlos stated in disbelief himself, that he hadn't recognized her before. ''That's crazy.''

''I've never seen her like that, she looks good!'' Charlotte was impressed the way the woman could pull off her duality like that, she looked completely different than she did when Charlotte ran into her on the paddock.

The rest of the girls agreed. ''I'm gonna ask her where she got that dress from, I need that in my closet.'' Lily couldn't stop thinking about the little black dress the woman was wearing.

Meanwhile, the boys watched Lando in amusement as he went through all the five stages of grief. ''Lando, man… I'm sorry, I guess.'' Pierre chuckled, covering his huge grin with his hand.

''Yeah, better luck next time.'' Alex said, trying to not burst out laughing at the situation.

Yuki just observed everyone in confusion, not understanding the big fuss they were making about this. ''Lando, you like Y/N?'' The Japanese man had to start paying more attention to the conversation instead of munching on all the appetizers that were spread out on the table in front of them.

''No, Yuki! I didn't know it was her.'' He exclaimed, getting defensive about the entire thing.

The Alpha Tauri driver simply nodded, not caring much either way.

''I think you guys would be cute, a childhood friends to lovers kinda thing.'' Lily teased, trying to make him feel better about it.

Well, she failed. ''No! She's like- Ugh, just no!'' Lando didn't even want to think about it, him and Y/N was just… no.

''You're getting weirdly defensive about this, Lando.'' Charles teasingly noted.

''And you DNF'd this weekend, we all have our problems.''

''Is that Y/N? Oh, look at her.'' The woman caught the eyes of Sebastian, Lewis, Jenson, Mark and Vallterri. She must have sensed their eyes on her as she turned around and made her way over to them, a big smile on her face.

They made some space so she could sit in-between Seb and Jenson. ''We were starting to wonder where you were, our party animal.'' Jenson teased her. The female driver was quite known for never passing the oppurtunity to celebrate something.

''I've been here for a while actually, but Rosberg caught me when I was ordering something at the bar and well- you know when Nico starts talking.'' She explained her absence, recalling the man going on about whatever Nico Rosberg goes on about.

The five men chuckled, knowing how the man could get. ''That Britney, never gets old.''

''I almost didn't recognize you without the usual racing suit.'' Lewis noted, he had to take several looks before being sure that it was in fact her.

Y/N glanced down at her dress. ''Yeah, I was actually gonna go to a club with my friends, but then my team told me this was kinda mandatory, so that sucked.''

''I think we all would rather be at a club right now.'' Mark said, sighing loudly. A party on a yacht was really hard to make boring, but the FIA had obviously done their best to just do that.

''I just came for the free alcohol.'' Vallterri spoke up for the first time, having everyone agree with him.

The conversation split up from there. Jenson and Mark teasing each other about things they had said on live air, and the former Mercedes teammates catching up with each other.

That left Y/N and Seb, the latter nudging her shoulder. ''You look really pretty, Y/N.'' She was touched by the genuineness in his voice. ''Thanks, Seb.''

''Hey, Y/N.'' She moved around and saw a pretty drunk Fernando approaching them. ''Your dress is a bop or whatever you call it.''

''No, Nando… that's not- oh whatever, thank you!''

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lasciviouspoison · 1 year ago

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could u do drunk eren coming home to you after a night out :333333333

sorry it took me so long to answer!! my job has been kicking my ass, lol. hope this is up to ur standards stinka butt :p (not proof read cause i’m lazy)

eren rarely ever decides to leave you home and go out with his friends.

i mean, what could he do with them that he couldn’t with you? he would much rather prefer spending a night in, sitting in a hello kitty face mask watching tv rather than go and get drunk.

but in this particular instance, you pushed him out.

“rennie, i love you, i swear i do, but baby you spend so much time with me and you deserve some guy time! so please go out with connie ‘nd them, i promise i’ll be here waitin’”

so, like a good boyfriend would, he went out and had a great time!

….okay… maybe too much of a good time.

in his defense! he would rather die before he let sissy ass jean out drink him.

and it’s because of eren’s innate competitiveness that he came home in the condition that he did.

stumbling through the door and throwing his keys, you immediately went to see just how much he drank. and considering eren was a lightweight, you could already tell he was in bad shape.

“baby, are you okay?” you said while trying to lead him to bed. however, eren couldn’t even register what you were saying to him as he was way more focused on how your nipples poked through your white tank top.

without saying a word, eren lifted up your tank and gave the one closest to him a gentle kitten lick. the action took you by surprise, but to eren, your silence told him everything he needed to hear.

he pushed you onto the couch, not bothering to walk to the bedroom and lifted your shirt fully above your head.

while staring down at your surprised face, eren gave you a smile “i don’ care nuthin bout me bein okay. i w’nna fuck”.

without giving you time to answer, he gave you a rough kiss before turning his attention towards your nipples once again. while his mouth latched onto one, his fingers toyed with the other.

his ears were overjoyed with the noises you were making, as his body was much more sensitive to the way you reacted to his touches. by the time eren kissed his way down to your clothed pussy, he was as hard as a rock.

“ren, ya sure you don’t wanna lay down? you’re really drunk” your words normally would have made him reconsider. but with your lack of power behind them, they were going in one of eren’s ears and out the other.

so much so that he responded to your question by pulling your cotton shorts down, taking your panties with them. all he could do was stare at the mess you made. your pussy was so wet and shiny, it was literally asking to be eaten.

without a word, he took two fingers and swiped them down your slit, reveling in the way your body jerked at the sudden stimulation.

he put his fingers in his mouth and moaned, “better th’n anything i’ve had t’night. open up for me mama, i’m hungry.”

as you spread your legs wider, eren didn’t hesitate to lick up towards your clit and suck. he could feel your cunt pulsating in his mouth and he loved it. slowly flattening out his tongue and licking all over your pussy until he made you shake. but his favorite part was fucking you with his tongue and feeling you gush into his mouth without a second thought. it made him so proud when he could feel your pretty hole loosening up on his tongue, preparing for what’s to come later.

you couldn’t even form coherent words. mindless babbles and noises leaving your mouth sounded like nothing short of music to eren’s ears.

he took his mouth off of your cunt and shoved two fingers in, causing your breath to catch in your throat. with glossy eyes you looked down to see eren’s head resting on your thigh, eyes locked on his fingers sliding in and out of you with ease.

“y’know somthin? i thought about you all night. how badly i wanted to come home and touch you. how badly i wanted to fuck my cunt till you cried. the noises you’d make when i’d stick my tongue inside. love when you let me slut this cunt out.” hazy green eyes never leaving your cunt as he talked. watching it spasm and clench till u came. which didn’t take long as the combination of his fingers and tongue threw you over the edge.

your body contracted and your moans grew louder. your toes curled and your hips involuntarily rocked against his fingers and face. he let you ride out your orgasm, mouth latched to your clit while his green eyes flickered from your face to your pussy.

after you finally calmed down, he removed himself from your cunt and hoisted you up onto his waist. carrying you like a baby to your shared bedroom.

he dropped you down onto the bed and removed the rest of your clothing without missing a beat. eren dragged your hips to the edge of the bed and let his cock spring out from the confines of his jeans. he gave your cunt a couple of taps before you felt the head of his cock push his way through your pussy.

before you knew it, you were folded in half, “fuck baby, love this pussy s’much. let ‘er tell me how much she loves me.” your pussy was so wet, you couldn’t help but hear the platplatplat of eren’s pelvis connecting to your wetness. every now and then you’d hear a slight squelch, which made eren impossibly harder.

while i’m your back, you finally got the chance to look at him, and god did he look gorgeous. his hair hung beautifully over his face due to ur suggestion of wearing it out during his outing. the whites of his eyes were red, making those beautiful sea green eyes pop even more. and you’re just now noticing that his clothes aren’t even fully off as he’s holding the bottom of his black hoodie and white undershirt in his mouth.

he’s quite literally stirring your guts right now. with both hands holding your thighs to your chest and fast, deep strokes, you wouldn’t be incorrect to assume that eren is trying to kill you.

“ba- fuck- baby please slow down.” you pleaded. your body bouncing hard against his hips, head rocking every which way as you try and watch the scene below.

eren shakes his head no at an obscenely fast pace, “no! gotta give ya ev’rthin i got” his words are slurred from the alcohol and muffled by his clothes but he doesn’t care. the only thing eren cared about in this moment was the feeling of you cumming on his dick.

he watched as your eyes rolled back while you arched off the bed. he couldn’t help but put his hand within the gap and pull u close to his chest. at this point, eren was fucking you into the air. he was borderline erratic with how fast he was moving and his drunk strength didn’t make things better.

you knew you would be sore the following day, but who cares when your man is fucking you like he’s gonna die tomorrow?

your moans are loud and eren’s grunts are almost louder. he won’t stop till he makes you cum, and even that might not be enough.

“ren, m’gonna cum!” your lips are spitty and your hair is clinging to your cheeks. your eyes are glossy and tears are beginning to spill out.

despite eren being drunk out of his mind, he still can’t help but think that you look like the most beautiful girl on the planet.

he released his hoodie and licked his lips, “fuck! do it baby! do it on my dick so i can fill ya up. g’nna make ya a mama i swear- fuck! there ya go baby. cum on me.” he strains to get the last part out upon feeling your cunt grip his dick. you were cumming and he wasn’t too far behind.

with a few quick thrusts and extra stimulation to your clit because your pleasure never ends you could feel eren’s cum paint your walls white. his jaw dropped and his eyes rolled deep into his skull.

“mmfh, fuck baby. i love you, i swear ta’ god i do.” was all he could manage before he collapsed on top of you. and after a few moments, you realized that he hadn’t fallen asleep, but his body had literally given out from exhaustion. i mean, what could you expect after a night of heavy drinking and sex?

and after you finally caught your breath, you managed to roll eren off of you and clean yourself up, not minding the lack of after care considering he needed it way more than you at the current moment.

you took a quick shower and returned with a rag for eren. and after wiping him down and changing his clothes, you tucked him into your shared sheets and finally got some rest.

funnily enough for you, eren couldn’t believe his ears when he heard you retell the night you shared the next morning.

“that wasn’t me, i don’t know who you’re talking about” he said with a tomato red face. you had no idea how eren went from the dominant, sex crazed man he was last night to the shy individual he is now. he even looks different with his black framed glasses perched on his nose. the duality of man

with a little giggle, you placed a kiss onto eren’s cheek, “it’s okay baby, i’m just glad you had a great time last night”.

with a roll of his eyes, eren pulled you closer to him on the couch and continued surfing through tv channels, vowing to himself to never go out with his homies ever again.

#eren #eren x reader #eren x y/n #eren x black y/n #eren smut #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager smut #eren x chubby reader #eren aot #eren ask!

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oneforthemunny · 9 months ago

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evieeeee i’m not sure if this has been asked before but i was just curious — how would the different eddies react to reader dropping the L bomb first, and who among them do you think would actually drop it first? ahhh sorry i’m just in a fluffy and silly mood <333

ooh ok let me think.

edited bc no fucking way i forgot rockstar!eddie

for the eddies who would say i love you first:

modern!eddie says it balls deep inside of you bc that's who he is. also very early on. just can't help it. he's sure he's found his soulmate after the first date and it just comes out when he's fucking you.

bouncer!eddie too. i feel like he'd be a little drunk, a little flirty, and you say something that makes him giggle and he's just like "i fuckin' love you" "what?" "nothing..." he didn't mean to say it really, not them anyways, but he can't help that he did.

mafia!eddie is definitely saying it first, though i feel his is in the heat of a fight or a tense moment. maybe something similar to the fight in the struggles we face. where you're mad he's always just missing stuff and doesn't tell you and you get scared. maybe a retaliation where you ignore him and it goes wrong. heat of the fight, he just blurts out, "i care where you're fucking at because i want to keep you safe. i love you and i want you to be safe."

hockey!eddie says it first. literally just nonchalantly one day is like "no i love you so much" and it's kinda shocking but also very on brand for him and very sweet.

i mentioned boxer!eddie is very possessive and so is reader, so i think he says it first but under circumstances similar to her accusing him of cheating. "why the fuck would i look at someone else? why am i lookin'? i'm not. i'm only looking at you. i only love you." because let's be real, she would never say it lol, so he has to first.

as for the reader who would say it first:

cowboy!eddie's sweet girl would say it first. a little tipsy, when they were more established and steady, but they both just hadn't said it. eddie didn't think he needed to, he just assumed you knew, and you were always a little scared to say it first. until he took you to the bar and you're just dopey and hugging all over him and it slips. he'd just grin, kiss the corner of your mouth, mutter a "love you too, baby." to your skin.

teacher!reader said it first with janitor!eddie because truly, he's so fucking scared to say it on his own. like shaking almost. and she can tell he really wants to. he'll start and then it's like his words are strangled completely. so eventually she's like fuck it, and says it to him.

older!eddie did not say it first, kinda for similar reasons as janitor!eddie, but he's also very uneasy about how to navigate a relationship period but especially one with someone younger. he doesn't want to scare you off, so he shows it more than says it. until one day you've just had it, and you say it. "you know i love you, right? like i really do love you, and i want this to be a thing for a long long time." and he's over the moon about it.

dom!eddie also does not say it for the first time, which is not all that surprising. i feel like it would be during a vulnerable moment, maybe after sex and you're just a little hazy. he's being extra sweet and it just slips. he'd just smile, not make a huge deal out of it, "yeah? love you too."

nepo baby!reader says it first to rockstar!eddie, which really is shocking. when they start getting closer, it just kinda comes out. is supposed to be backhanded and mean, but kinda falls short. "i mean, obviously i love you. i wouldn't be with someone like you if i didn't. do you know how this is going to fuck my reputation?" and eddie can't even get mad at the insult bc you just said you loved him?? him???

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #rockstar!eddie munson #cowboy!eddie munson #mafia!eddie munson #modern!eddie munson #older!dilf!eddie munson #janitor!eddie munson #eddie munson au #dom!eddie munson #bouncer!eddie munson #boxer!eddie munson #hockey!eddie munson

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guavagyu · 2 years ago

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celebration for 100 followers!!

svt reacts to u two being under the mistletoe <3

requested by @nayaaatv ilysm 😻�� (im sorry this took so long, my brain has been out of juices 😔)

some of these r rlly bad LMFAO im sorry 💔

contents: fluff, some r suggestive, established-relationship!au (not mentioned i dont think but it’s there!), mentions of alcohol and being drunk, gn!reader, reader is taller than woozi but around the same height for the other members (not directly mentioned again, but implied), swearing in a couple parts!!, nicknames (baby, babe, love, honey), lmk if there are more <3

the rest is under the cut!

scoups:

u two would be at a christmas party w all of ur friends

the music would be blasting all i want for christmas is you - mariah carey cuz duh

seungcheol would be kinda drunk and he’d stumble a lot

then you two would end up under the mistletoe from all of the stumbling

he’d say smth cheeky like “oh, look, we’re under the mistletoe, you gotta gimme a kiss now,” and have the goofiest smile on his face

you’d roll ur eyes at first but you’d eventually give him what he wants cuz who could say no to choi seungcheol? 😔

jeonghan:

cheeky 2.0

you’d also be at a christmas party cuz there’s mistletoe literally nowhere else

and this mf would meticulously plan everything out JUST to get a few teases out

would get SOOO happy to tease u abt it once his plan succeeds and you’d just be so done LOL

“hEyyYyy, look, we’re under the mistletoe, c’mon babe u gotta kiss me now, baby, where are you going?” he’d be confused and follow u around w the cutest pout on his face (ugh someone find me a yoon jeonghan pls)

once he caught up to u he’d just hug u from the back and put his head on ur shoulder and drop all his cheekiness cuz he’s desperate 💔

“babyyyy im sorry, i just wanted a ki-” and then you’d SURPISE ATTACK!! him w a kiss cuz ur also a devious gremlin

he’d buy u a drink as a prize cuz he’s impressed (i mean he’s not surprised he expected this type of stuff from u) at your outsmarting abilities

then u two would get home and do some uh…more outsmarting..

joshua:

this time u wouldn't be at a party cuz joshua is a gentleman who'd much rather chill at home w his partner 😔😔

u would be at home cuddling or watching a movie w ur christmas decorations everywhere

you’d get up to go get a glass of water or a snack

and once you made it to the kitchen and got your stuff, you'd feel large arms (urgh hit me w a bus) wrap around your stomach, intertwine your fingers, and hear joshua whisper into your neck, "look up, honey,"

and you did

guess what

badabing badaboom, poof, a mistletoe, hanging above the two of you

he'd (gently) turn you around and connect your lips together with a lot of passion cuz he's just like that

idk maybe it'd lead to smth more, who knows ��

jun:

i feel like u two would be at a party..unwillingly

like u would've planned a great lazy night w movies and snacks but then u get a last minute call to "get ur asses over here" to a party from a friend (probably hoshi ngl)

and you'd just be in the corner the whole time, sipping on your drinks occasionally and chatting (w him holding ur hand cuz he's so <333)

after a while of being looked for, someone would find u (probably hoshi again) and drag u two the dance floor or smth like that

and since ur friends are all asses (lovingly) they'd all shove you in the most [un]subtle way

and you two would end up just standing there under the mistletoe, not knowing what to do

but finally one of u would finally lean forward and kiss the other, hearing cheers and a lot of whoop's from ur dumb friends

hoshi:

u would be at a party or just a hangout w ur friends and he'd be sooooo drunk 💀

like his words could be barely made out and they'd be all slurred lmaoo (someone help him pls)

istg

he'd go into a different dimension with his drunkness

like he'll run around and growl like a tiger at ur friends (#sendhelp)

but then

oh! *light bulb*

it's christmas season!

his brain would brain a little and run around again looking for a mistletoe that he'll (temporarily) steal

then run up to you

hold his arm in the air

dangling it above the two of u

and kiss u

and then start cackling randomly for the rest of the night cuz he's so proud of himself

wonwoo:

u would be gaming the night away obviously

and he'd be training u to become a pro e-sports gamer i swear

so u both would be like hardcore sweating and would just be like acing everything and get #1 for each match LOL

he'd be so proud of u ❤️

but ofc since u were both hardcore gaming

and games..decorate for holidays

you two would be running around lobbies and just exploring

and then ur characters or whatever would end up under a mistletoe accidentally (or not..)

so wonu would just take it as a technicality and he'd give u the cutest kiss ever <333

woozi:

you'd be at the studio

he'd be making tracks or editing songs

or just composing maybe

who knows what he does in there??

so it's also rlly late and he's just jamming out w u

like u two would listen to samples together and he’d ask u for feedback

and you’d just do this for HOURS (not that either of u mind)

but you’d have to stop eventually..right?

jk u two would try to muster the energy to get up and go home but u two just end up falling asleep

one of u would probably wake up at like 4 am tho

wake up the other

and you’d both drowsily walk out

a green and red thing hanging off the ceiling would blur by in the corner of ur eye

and obviously you’d take the opportunity to fluster ur bf soo

u would lean down and give him a quick peck and he’d fully wake up and flush SO hard (argh hes so cute!)

dk:

you'd be at a karaoke place w ur best buds, 100%. no argument.

he'd be screaming at the top of his lungs cuz he's literally so drunk

like hitting all of those high notes and having his voice crack all in one sitting

he'd be pouring his heart out w all of these emotions but everyone else would be literally rofl

plus everyones a teensy bit drunk

it'd be like 2 am when some of the group has fallen asleep, 4 of the others have passed out, and u and dk would just be slaying it hard

tbh i think he'd think smth else hanging on the ceiling would be a mistletoe (like a light or smth)

and he'd just be kissing u sm and you'd be so confused

but eventually you’d notice the mistletoe and it’d all click

mingyu:

before we start w anything, i have a little psa: i LOVE MINGYU!!!!!

u probably already knew that but anyways..

urgh he'd be such a sweetheart the entire night

literally the best puppy in the world (im biased.)

he'd literally cook u the BEST MEAL OF YOUR LIFE

and then he'd give u like this whole spa thingie (at home)

like a whole bubble bath, massage, skincare, the whole package (mingyu is the whole package. dont try to change my mind)

he'd shut u up the moment u try to say that he isn't being taken care of w saying that this is ur night (my heart can't take this)

you two would watch SO many movies and just cuddle the whole time LOL

he'd end the night w taking u out onto ur balcony (if u don't have one, u do now.) and the mistletoe would be hanging above

and he'd just lean forward and kiss u into the night (bonus points cuz he kissed u at 12:00 am on christmas day <333)

god im whipped....

the8:

istfg for christmas he'd plan the most ELABORATE date night for the two of u (my heart)

first he'd take u shopping at ur nearest mall

then he'd pick out ur outfit for the night

then you'd put it on

then you'd go to this expensive af restaurant (he pays even tho u tell him not to so many times)

then he'd take you ice skating for an hour or smth while it's snowing <33

ur final destination would be a massage parlor cuz everyone needs some time to unwind all of their stress <3

ofc tho on the way out, you'd coincidentally walk under the mistletoe

he'd giggle at his tiny victory (someone get me a minghao pls)

and you'd kiss (obviously) <33

seungkwan:

i feel like he’d take u to some concert or a show tbh

and you would just be jamming out and screaming at the top of ur lungs until u can barely breathe

like that type of night

so u two would pull up

check in w ur tickets

maybe get food if its available

the concert would start and u both would be SO excited oml

like once they start theres no stopping ur screaming

no way

no how

y’all r top-notch fans any artist would be lucky to have u 😎

that’s irrelevant LOL anyways

so obviously the concert eventually ends (to ur dismay)

and u two head out

and since it’s the holiday season decor is up all around the venue

and he unsuspectingly drags u two under one

and ofc he doesn’t notice but u do

so when u kiss him on the cheek randomly he’s SO flustered 😭

and since ur in public he acts like he’s embarrassed but it’s obvious he loved it <3

vernon:

u would be chilling at home or smth working, reading, or whatever

then u decided that you were tired and wanted to go to bed

then you would put away whatever u had out

and go to ur shared bedroom to change and get ready for bed

like you’d brush ur teeth, wash ur face, maybe take a shower, all that jazz

then you’d fall asleep

vernon would join u later w a lil disappointment cuz he hung a mistletoe above ur bed but u didn't notice

so when u wake up, he’d be cuddled up against u, already awake and looking at u w the cutest smile

“huh? is there something wrong vern?” you’d be rlly confused but then he’d softly whisper, “look up baby,” and you’d realize

you’d be like “oh” but then you’d give vernon what he wants; ur love and kisses ✊😔

dino:

you'd be at the dance studio or smth prob (he's like a machine wtf)

like he'd be teaching u some choreography or you'd both be sweating ur asses off to some random song

like literally there for HOURS

until like 3 am or smth like that

and once u two would finally settle down and decide ur both out of juice for the night, y'all would head home

but of course the studio is decorated for christmas

basically

he'd 100% try to devise a plan into sneaking a mistletoe someplace you'd walk under but he forgot about it so he'd run away for a few minutes (saying he needed to use the bathroom but he'd just be hanging a mistletoe up above the door on ur way out)

ahahah

he'd (very subtly) drag u under there

and at 3:48 am, two lovers connected under the mistletoe..on christmas eve...*curtains close*

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sonicasura · 2 months ago

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Sorry for once again taking so long to answer back Sonic. I've never been good at recovering from the flu. Two times in a row now its taken me two days to respond back once I black out from the fever. Though it now seems I'm finally past most of it so now its another day or two left before I'm all better again.

Anyhow, lets continue yes?

Life is indeed unpredictable, more so with the Hibino family considereing they have some of the weirdest luck around. Some of the nabors swears that the family can win the lotto one day and the next a hippo decided that their house is a good place to use as their toilet. Its just that weird.

And a fun little fact about baby Kafka, he had to go to speech therapy for a couple of years. Little Kafka had trouble with speaking from the get go thanks to his hybrid status. Just like his mom.

Thanks to being hybrids, both Akari and Kafka can understand kaiju speak to some degree instinctually and could infact speak it to as well. The problems lies in the fact that as babies and toddlers, both Akari and Kafka would mess up in speaking either japanese or kaiju speak when talking to someone. It was also not help that Proto unintentionally encourage both his daughter and grandson on speaking more kaiju as Proto would often speak to either in kaiju than human sometimes no matter the age. Which is understandable given its his speices language and that he is far more comfortable at speaking that then human even into his old age.

And Akari was just as bad, especially while Kafka was still a babe as sometimes speaking kaiju made it easier to calm Kafka down when the boy had a fit or was scarded badly enough it took hours to calm him down. Not to mention her maternal kaiju instinct would sometimes take over and start making all sorts of calming sounds mother kaijus are know to do to calm their whelps.

Akari actually did some of this in one of the capture missions. The mission were the officer decided to break his bones to make him easier to capture. Kafka ended up not only with broken legs, but also a part of his spine damaged enough he was stuck in a weelchair for a good few months with lots of physical therapy to make sure he could walk again.

And like both you and I hcs, mother kaijus are a hell on earth to deal with when they see their whelps threatened or hurt. And she did not react well when she suddenly heard the most painful scream form Kafka ever after her enchanted hearing heard a sickining crack of bones just seconds before.

You are completely fine and the whole luck thing sounds like my family in a nutshell, lol.

Now I'm just imagining Kafka slipping between kaiju and Japanese under different circumstances like a long winded tirade or getting drunk. Also the image of Akari just appearing behind the officers' responsible for this awful plan. Like an invoked curse as the dimwits slowly turn around to see a very angry mother kaiju.

Again, she would've left them floating in the air if Kafka wasn't a priority.

#sonicasura #sonicasura answers #asks #anonymous #quarter anon #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju no 8 #kn8 #kaijuno.8 #kaijuno8 #kaiju number 8 #monster no 8 #monster no. 8 #hibino family

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curiousskelekitty · 2 years ago

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Hey, I'm sleep deprived and blasted on weed, let's see the reasons why I think I'm autistic

I'm awakemd super from a super high nap. And it's by the smoke and smell of incenst and can't get back to sleep until incest was out and fan on

Eye contact? Either really focused on making it and not listening or focused on conversation and eyes Drifting away

Say exact same way of hello at job

And other things

Sensitive to wet and cold so much that made it part of her image

Staying awake to make this list

Even though I'm supe r high and running on 3 hors sleep, latte, and pizza and 4 hb eggs

Adhd

Special interest in pokemon most of 26 year life

Creative

And loves child things like video game sand toys, special plush toys

And weird sex too

Like even when child me MASTURBAGED WITHOUT KNOW WHAT IT WAS

sorry tmi

Holy ahky I discovered something abot me that I didn't know

Wow

Anyways

Loves reading

And loud music during loud lunch during hs

Sensitive to loud noises like toilet as child

An dlole sonic

Oh shit

It late

Waited blanket for win! Special as adult

Fighting slep to write this once again

Super shy

Talked in labg with sister when

Adhd

Goes to speech therapy

Because I don't talk

Or maybe lisp

Idk

Imaginary friends until second grade

First friend grade younger

No friends in my grade until MIDLE SCHOOL

I think

Sorry no remember

This list loooooong

Writing still very clean

Nose so dry

Oh shkt Don her

He didn't say anything about me being up

I'm supposed to be asleep

lol

Argue with my self

Like all the time

I even fight with my ocs

lol

Autism brain go

Special cartoon likeys

Just explained idea for video for YouTube to boo and we might collaborate

My mouth so drunk

Suuuuuper sensitive to socks on feet at night! Even in winter

But can't walk out iputaide without shoes

Can feel EVERYTHKNG

Loves swimming

BUT NOT RAIN

RAIN MAKE USBWEY

sinuses dry as hell I can feel the air coming in my nose and down my throat

Hereditary

Also likes anime and furries

Has phases of certain likes or Dislikes

Like love reading but then don't love reading

Hating spicy for most of life

But finding a love from some as long as there's flavors

Mexico is so pretty

Making list like this

All the time

Will hypet focus on certain things for maybe a week

And it goes in curses

Ow though hurt for typing

Do stretches kids

Never admitted to watching porn whe her life insists of romances

Daydreamer

Ever since litter

First lover

Cucumber Larry

When he gets suck on by giat alien ad hero

That turned me on

AS A KID IN CHURCH

not even four years old

wft

This might be really revealing about me and my life

…

Okay

This Is where I add more to the title of this video

To warn me of the dangers

Of whatever the fuck I'm on

Could probably make this list over 200 points

Listn3s to music at night

Might be slightly dyslexic

Swimming

Vocal Stimson

When found out about stimming

Showed more stimming

So mad

Just took like 1 min to fix stimmong to swimming

Make little songs whole life

Wow hide in DC bathroom. And sing sad songs to my self

Don't really to that anymore

Ah shit it's late

I need to pee

Sleeps with toys still

Like stuffed animals

Once could not fall sleep until Carla into toybox

Only woke up because got hot

BISEXUAL AD FUCK

when I was little I was looking g in the mirror and ask if I was more otm boy or girly Gil and decided I was in the middle

If that not nonbinary as FUCK than what is

Thinking g about if the video went famous and FIL saw and reacted

Whole family know

Please be warned

Really sensitive about certain flavores in certain tempt

Those might go on Tumblr though

Incous make a lookout of people laugh

And no one would know

Damn thos list loomg

STRETCH TIME

often godb what if whole world kno

I could go on and on

But I think I will conclude here

Thank you everyone for reading

Good night

LoL

You wish

I'm very empathic

I forget words all the time

Especially with age

Always had bad memory

Selective hearing

Forms who they are around eho they with

But my baby let me be me❤️

Sinsirve tk sounds

I'm probably going to talk to my therapist about this list next week

Realized made horrible ablist joke in my head and realized it and was like tf why

Intrusive thoughts

Holly fuck

I can do this

And this

And

This

So easily

I love animals

Dep3ndent and independent at the same time

Anxiety

Depression

I'm still making the list dumbadd

My bad

Too much of a topical thing like lotion makes me feel icky

Hated mosquitoe spray because of sticky residue and smell

Hayes perfume

Sensitive to some smells, like perfume

Body pray okay tho

And candles

Loves sweets

LOVES TO READ

Can't focus on reading

Super aware of body

Hates being touched unexpected or by stranger

Said loved all colors and didn't have official favorite color until like first grade because didn't want to hurt other colors favorite

Still doesn't have least favorite color

"Lazy"

But I'm not suppsoes to coll me that

Realistic

Made day dreams befo3e bed every night

Had one going on for about a month

Googles everything

Okay I'll go to 200

Then I'll go to sleep

Lover of computers when little

Still love them

Have several unwritten stories to tell, including like three books and three or more wannabe books

Wrote toriko slitty fanfiction church

Drew a the time

Sonic the hedged hog fan

Loves pun so much

Made up "Copper later" for funny goodbye

Lives all her sisters

And all bet peanut

Hates pumpkin guts and still hate the feeling of them

Picky eater

May13b first 2023

Special interest in music

Went into band for school ad a trumpet and played for most of life until high school graduates but was never good at it.

That sucks

I could've learned how to song better

Now that I realize my voice is good and can be better

Hates needles

Squeamish

Spiritual

Loves crystals Spiritually

Believes in a carefree, unknowing god

Two more to go

AUTISM BLAST

Weird obsession with sex since really little

Oh shkt

Just remembered something

That I never told anyone! Fucm

I won't tell you guys

Never

Okay

Good night

I love you

#long #list #autism #weedlife #personal

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kaspgaytozier · 5 years ago

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asfgkhlmqxoeitowbq❤️✨😭😍 I requested this from my main blog

thank you so much for the fluff !! I loved it!!! ❤️

19 for adult Reddie pls :)

19. I’ve missed this.

TW - none! Fluffy fun!

God, Richie just wanted to be home.

Being on tour was exhausting as hell, and even though this tour was far shorter than any he’d done Before Derry (his life was split into Before Derry and After Derry now, fuck that Before and After Christ shit fighting a demon clown was way more significant than the birth of a fictional baby), the tour was still longer than he wanted it to be.

And things were different now. Before Derry, he went on tour and came home to a sad and empty house, too big for just one lonely comedian.

After Derry, he had Eddie. And Duchess. And Juliet and Tatum and Lola. (Richie never thought he’d be a father, but every time him and Eddie fostered a child, they ended up adopting as soon as the system would let them.)

Things were different now, and although Richie loved performing for audiences across the United States, all he really wanted was to curl up with his husband, his kiddos, and his dog and watch holiday movies until they all fell asleep.

Who went to see comedy shows on Christmas Eve and Christmas anyway?

Eddie had been furious at first, but so had Richie - his manager said they had to schedule shows for when they’d sell best, and apparently Trashmouth Tozier fans wanted to see him make bad jokes as a holiday gift. His manager Lauren told him to buck up, and use the money to buy the girls the best gifts they’d ever had, and have their own little Christmas a couples days late. Richie thought it was bullshit. Eddie told him to do it anyway, so here he was, in freezing cold Chicago, while his family (his!! family!!) was at home in sunny Los Angeles, celebrating Christmas Eve without him.

He’d finished the show for the night, and even though some old friends had invited him out for drinks, Richie had declined and headed back to the hotel. He had a Skype date with his little ones before they headed to bed.

He logged on to the call, and was immediately met with the giggling faces of Juliet (7 years old, bright red hair that reminded him constantly of Beverly, and the oldest of his three kids) and Lola (4 years old, dark hair paired with bright blue eyes, and currently obsessed with dinosaurs). Tatum and Eddie were missing.

“HI DADDY!” Lola squealed, waving at the screen emphatically. Richie laughed and waved back.

“Hey Loopy, you’re awfully awake. Don’t you know it’s past your bedtime?”

“Not past my beddy time! Papa said!”

Richie raised an eyebrow at this. “Papa said, huh? Juliet, did Papa say bedtime was moved up for some reason?”

Juliet shrugged, but her grin gave her away. “We’re waiting to see Santa.”

Richie’s heart ached. He wished he could be there more than anything. “Well Santa only comes to visit if you’re fast asleep in bed. So the longer you wait up, the less likely it is you’ll see him. Where’s Papa? I wanna make sure he knows the Santa rules.”

Juliet ran off the screen and Richie took in the background for the first time. Normally they Skype from the living room, which is covered in drawings and photos and anything the girls said they wanted on the wall. The wall behind them was blank, and unfamiliar.

“Loopy, whose room are you in?” Lola burst into a fit of giggles, and turned off the Skype call.

Richie immediately panicked, calling Eddie directly from his phone, not his computer. The phone rang a few times, and Richie had already pulled up tickets for a flight home when Eddie picked up.

“Richie -“

“Where are you and Tatum? Loops and Juliet hung up on me and they’re not in the living room and I didn’t get to see you and is everything okay? Is Tatum hurt? What’s -“

“Richie.”

“Eds, come on just tell me what’s going on holy fuck -“

A knock sounded from his hotel room door.

“I don’t need any room service I’m just fine thanks don’t mind me and my mental breakdown!” He shouted at the door before returning to the phone call.

“Daddy don’t have a mental breakdown!” A small voice sounded from the other side of the door, followed by some shushing and “for fucks sake, Loops, you gave us away”, “Tatum just because Daddy talks like that doesn’t mean you can”, and lastly, “ok, Boomer.”

Richie ran to the door and threw it open as fast as he could. There stood Eddie, Juliet, Tatum, Lola, and even Duchess, all decked out in holiday attire.

“You’re here.”

“Of course we’re here, Rich.” Eddie said, stepping forward and kissing his husband gently. “The girls really missed you.”

Richie looked down at his little munchkins. “Did you really miss this guy?” Tatum (6 years old, with black curly hair and big glasses) was the first to tackle him with a hug. The other two joined and Richie toppled over, causing everyone to burst into laughter. Eddie let Duchess down, and soon enough Richie had three little gremlin-angels trying to tickle him, his precious puppy licking his forehead, and Eddie taking a pictures and videos from the doorway.

Once the girls were all tired out and fast asleep in the king-sized bed, Eddie fell asleep shortly after. They’d traveled all day to get there in time, and travel already made Eddie anxious enough with Richie there - so the sleep was well-deserved. Richie snuck out his phone, and snapped a picture of his husband, his kiddos, and his puppy all sleeping in the same bed.

“I’ve missed this.”

#can i scream because this is so damn soft !!!#sorry it took me long to react i was drunk lol #reddie fic #gczebos #reddie fuff #reddie prompts

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hauntedhiraeth · 3 years ago

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klitz x male reader nsfw if you do that 🙇🏻‍♂️🙇🏻‍♂️

for the plot-

They’re at a party and reader gets just a little too tipsy to drive (but not like super drunk) so klitz drives the reader home, and the reader just lets go and invites him in *wink*

also also this man would get “drunk” off of fucking somebody and i live for that so like add that if you’d like just him just fucking into reader panting, groaning, whining- the bunch! He cant get enough.

Sorry for a long and confusing request lol <3!

Klitz x male reader!

Woo first request is finished!

Warnings/contents: Dom bottom reader, over stimulation, praising, gay people??

Klitz hated parties. But there he was, at a party.

The only reason he let himself get dragged into a house filled with his drunk classmates was because he would be there.

Klitz had been in love with [Y/N] since Freshman year. He didn't talk to him until Junior year, and now, finally, after years of pining, they were friends. But Klitz wanted more. He wanted to kiss [Y/N]. He wanted to hold his hand in the hall and watch shitty movies together.

A hand on his shoulder snapped Klitz out of his thoughts. He looked around, eyes finally landing on the very man occupying his thoughts only moments before.

"Hiya, Klitzy!" [Y/N] chirped a slightly lopsided grin on his face. "Are you gonna dance with me, or are you just gonna stand there?"

"Dance?" Klitz asked quietly, tilting his head to the side in apparent confusion.

"Yup! Me, you, Eli's shitty playlist." [Y/N] purred, grabbing Klitz's hand and dragging him to the dance floor. Klitz caught sight of Eli nodding at him, an obnoxious grin on his face.

Before he could react to Eli, [Y/N] threw his hands around Klitz's neck and pulled their bodies together. Klitz nervously put his hands on [Y/N]'s hips, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. The two swayed together to the music, talking and laughing until Klitz swore he was one song away from permanent hearing loss.

"Hey," Klitz whispered to [Y/N], who looked up at him with a smile. "You wanna get out of here? I can like- I can drive you home if you want." He offered.

[Y/N] quickly nodded, retaking Klitz's hand and dragging him outside.

"You read my fucking mind, dude. I'm not even that drunk, but it's so loud." He murmured, leaning against Klitz for support. Klitz fumbled for his keys, almost dropping them. He led [Y/N] to his car and opened the door for him before getting in on the driver's side.

The car ride was silent for the most part. Not an awkward silence but a comfortable one. Klitz had been to [Y/N]'s house at least a dozen times. His heart raced as he pulled into the driveway. There were no lights on in the house.

"Are your parents not home?" Klitz asked, turning to [Y/N], who shook his head.

"I forgot. They're on vacation." [Y/N] sighed. "Can you come in with me? Just to make sure no robbers are here?" Klitz let out a stifled laugh. He rolled his eyes at [Y/N] and opened the driver's side door.

"Yeah, I can do that. Let's get you inside." He couldn't hide the smile on his face. He was absolutely smitten with the slightly drunk man leaning on him.

Once the two got inside, [Y/N] flopped down on his couch. He outstretched his arms, beckoning for Klitz to lie with him. Klitz took a deep breath in, mentally preparing himself to not pop a boner the second he made contact with [Y/N]. He took the man in his arms, flipping them over so [Y/N] was on top of him. Klitz set his hands on the small of [Y/N]s back. He took in the scent of his hair, almost shivering from how good he smelled.

[Y/N] rested his head on Klitz's chest, letting out a quiet sigh. "I'm not even that drunk. I just get nervous around you." He murmured.

"You get nervous around me?" Klitz asked, voice soft. He felt like he was in a dream. Hearing those words from [Y/N]'s lips made his body ignite.

"Yeah... I really like you, Klitzy." [Y/N] looked up at him, resting his chin on Klitz's chest to look him in the eyes.

"I really like you too..." Klitz whispered. It felt like he and [Y/N] were the only two people on Earth.

The comfortable silence the two had settled into was broken when [Y/N] spoke up.

"Do you want to fuck me? Like, right now?" He asked, voice full of confidence.

"Like... Right now? Right, this second?" Klitz repeated the question, not fully trusting his hearing.

"God, you're so stupid." [Y/N] laughed before sitting up to straddle Klitz's waist. He pulled the still-shocked boy up and connected their lips. Klitz quickly snapped out of his shocked trance. He grabbed [Y/N]'s waist, pulling him so close their bodies were flush.

Klitz pulled back to look at [Y/N]'s face. His lips were red and slightly swollen, and his cheeks, nose, and the tips of his ears were dusted red. He was stunning. The brunette moved down to kiss [Y/N]'s jaw. He found the other male's pulse. He let his mouth rest on the hot skin below him before sucking a dark bruise into [Y/N]'s neck. His breathing was hot and heavy against [Y/N]'s skin.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this..." Klitz groaned, gripping [Y/N]'s hips hard enough to leave faint bruises.

Klitz fished a condom and a small pack of lube from his pocket. He never really planned to have sex tonight, but he carried them around to be safe. The two boys got completely undressed, exchanging sloppy kisses between garments. Once they were both naked, [Y/N] eyed Klitz's dick. It was fucking massive.

"How the fuck am I supposed to fit that inside me?" He asked, laughing nervously.

"I'll prep you. Just relax." Klitz whispered, lubing up his fingers. He slipped his ring finger into his lover's hole, slowly pumping it in and out. [Y/N] collapsed against his bare chest, panting.

"Needy." Klitz murmured, putting another finger in. He scissored his fingers, taking his time with the prep.

Eventually, Klitz got four fingers in. [Y/N] was a mess. Trembling and moaning at every movement.

"Gonna put it in now," Klitz whispered, lifting up the other man's hips and slowly lowering him onto his dick. Once [Y/N]s hips were flush with Klitz's, the two let out a collective deep breath. Klitz had to focus all of his energy on not cumming immediately. When [Y/N] started to slowly move, Klitz's eyes rolled back. He rested his head on the arm of the couch, letting out groans and high keens.

[Y/N] giggled at the sight before him. Klitz looked absolutely gone. He started to ride him faster, taking in all the sounds Klitz made. Every groan and whine only spurred [Y/N] on further.

"You look so pretty like this, Klitzy." [Y/N] commented. Klitz's eyes shot open, a deep blush spreading across his features.

"Oh my God..." Klitz groaned. "You can't- Can't say that, or I'm gonna cum." He panted. He was already so close. It was too much for him.

"Yeah? You're gonna cum already? Just for me?" The other man teased, speeding up. "You can cum. But I'm not stopping until I'm satisfied. Got that, pretty boy?" Klitz quickly nodded. He was too far gone to speak. The only sounds he could muster were loud moans and deep breaths.

Klitz was so close. He couldn't hold back anymore.

"I'm so close pl- Fuck, I can't-" Klitz groaned. [Y/N] slowed down, grabbing Klitz's face and forcing him to look him in the eyes.

"Beg for it." He whispered, smiling sweetly at his lover. All of Klitz's dignity, if he had any, was thrown out the window. Tears formed in his wide eyes from how desperate he was.

"Please fuck. Please keep moving. I need it so bad [Y/N], please." He begged. "P-Please just let me cum. I'll be good just pl-" His begging was cut off by [Y/N] speeding up.

That was it for Klitz. He came with a loud moan. His eyes closed, and his whole body shook. He started to whine as [Y/N] started to move again. The overstimulation felt so good.

"Good boy Klitzy. Making me feel so good." [Y/N] cooed. The other male came with a groan, slowing down as he rode out his orgasm. The two stayed still for a minute to catch their breaths. When [Y/N] got off of Klitz, he whined softly. He helped Klitz get dressed and led him to his room.

The two laid close to each other. [Y/N] gently played with Klitz's hair, lulling him to sleep.

#klitz the girl next door #klitz #klitz x reader #klitz x male reader #paul dano x reader #paul dano #paul dano x male reader

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espritmuse · 4 years ago

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Hi! Cutie, how are u? I hope you’re doing great, I would like to request Yelena Fluff number 4 💓

Jealousy.

Yelena x reader. (Fluff)

Hi, aura!! Sorry, it took a while lol… thank you for your request angel<333 I decided to take Pieck as the reason for Yelena’s jealousy bc they’re polar opposite and I thought that sometimes our tall baby probably thinks that you’d be happier with someone more bubbly and lively than her.

Warning: yelena ;)

Storyline: Yelena being jealous and insecure after she saw you very close to another girl. The tall blonde woman, usually very confident, start doubting herself.

Lights, flashing lights, again and again, never-ending flashes. Your head felt dizzy, ready to explode as the loud music was at its peak. Maybe you shouldn’t have had so many drinks too.

You tried to look through the crowd of people for your girlfriend, usually very easy to notice because of her height and her androgynous appearance.

Nowhere to be found.

She couldn’t have left you, all alone at this party, no it’s was unthinkable, especially Yelena, you knew how overprotective she was. Maybe something happened to her?

You started panicking a bit, sweat leaving multiple parts of your body, the previous vast room didn’t seem that big anymore and the lights in addition to all the ambient noises made you lose control over your body. Trying to find a way out to breathe deeply outside, you bumped into someone, a black-haired girl with a concerned expression.

« Hey hey!! Are you alright sweetheart? » The young woman said before grabbing your arm and taking you away of the party’s heart, to the corner of the room, close to the door.

« My name’s Pieck, and you? Do you remember it? Did you drink a lot? » She then said, shifting her hands to hold your face, placing her thumbs under your eyes, catching and wiping some of the tears they let go minutes prior.

Your name is the only thing you managed to say, your mind still under Yelena’s spell.

« Okay y/n, my name’s Pieck. Do you have any friends here, someone with you? »

« Yelena… Yelena I don’t know where she is… Very tall… blonde… tall… and… and… » Your eyes started to water again. You usually won’t don’t that at all but this time, you just wanted to go home and have a long and quiet cuddling session with your lover.

« Hey hey calme down okay baby? Come here… » She opened her arms and took you in her tight embrace, one of her hand slowly stroking the back of your head, reassuring you.

« y/n? »

Raising your head from the woman’s chest, you finally saw Yelena. Happiness and comfort should’ve been your first feelings but instead, confusion and concern arrived first. Your girlfriend had her eyebrows frowned and a unfamiliar facial expression.

Your drunk brain took some minutes before realising that Yelena was currently looking at her girlfriend in someone else’s arms in a random party.

« Yelena!! » You finally said after some second spent lost in her gaze, removing yourself from Pieck’s embrace. « I thought that something happened to you!! »

« Yeah, you quickly moved on. » Her usual cold gaze wasn’t here; something that started to worry you a lot.

« Yelena this is Pieck, I wasn’t feeling good and I couldn’t find you so she helped me to calm down you know how panicked I can be… »

« Hi Yelena, nice to meet you! »

The tall woman looked at Pieck from head to toe and rolled her eyes.

« Let’s go home. »

You quickly said goodbye to the raven-haired woman and followed Yelena, a dead silent surrounding both of you.

« Where were you ´Lena? »

« Not with another girl if that was you ask. » She was walking quicker than usual, it was already hard to follow her because of her long legs but she was always slowing the pace with you, holding your hand or grabbing your arm. But not this time; the back of her thin silhouette was the only thing you could see of her.

« But baby she was just helping me! I wasn’t feeling very well I really thought I was going to pass out… »You noticed that she slowed down a bit, turning her head to you.

« Yeah. Come in the car. »

The ride felt like it lasted hours, Yelena isn’t the most talkative but this time she didn’t even put her hand on your thighs — something was really wrong—. But you didn’t say anything, knowing that she prefers silence over awkward conversation when she isn’t ready to talk.

Once home, you directly went to bed after a quick wash, not handling your headache,drunk state and your girlfriend’s strange behaving anymore. Feeling another body sliding into the sheets, you turned to her, on your side, placing one of your leg and your head on Yelena, finally hearing her calm heartbeat after this eventful and stressful evening.

« I’m sorry y/n.»

You could feel the guilt in her voice as the not-so-confident blond woman finally talked in an almost inaudible voice.

« Why sorry? I was the one hugging another girl. I understand how you reacted don’t worry Yelena.»

« No… but I’ll understand if.. like.. you know… » The hesitation and reluctance in her statement wasn’t something you were familiar with. Of course, Yelena already confided herself to you and discussed her feelings, but it wasn’t an everyday occurrence at all.

« What?? »

« I know I can be annoying y/n, I’m dead cold and not the funniest person on this earth… borderline awkward… »

« And you have a bowl cut… »

« And I have a b… HEY! » The woman gently slapped your ass with her long and cold hand.

« Yelena if I wanted an annoying bubbly person I wouldn’t be with you, trust me. I love you and I love everything about you. I love how you awkwardly behave, how you weirdly stare at people and how fucking stubborn you are…And hell yeah I love your stupid bowl cut! Why would my heart look at anyone else than you? »

« But…you’re so… and I’m… »

« My Yelena is jealous…. »

« I’m not. »

« You are. »

« No I’m not. Why would I? »

« Pieck didn’t have a bowl cut… »

« Maybe you should go back to see her and give her one? »

« Shut up ugly. »

« Love you too »

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From my requests prompt

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i-am-the-ass-admiral · 3 years ago

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quiet worship

benny miller x gn!reader

tags: smut (18+ please), feelings, tenderness, morning sex, penetrative sex, no explicit descriptions of reader parts (when i saw gn i mean it lol), adoring benny, soft benny, switch benny if you squint, praise, established relationship, pretty much pwp but it’s so soft omfg, hand appreciation, touching, kissing,

notes: posted late, sorry for errors

length: ~2.9k

You wake slowly, warm and saccharine. Crisp morning light reflected off the snow outside spills over long limbs tangled with yours but you don’t see it yet. A dream leaves you wound tight, aching and wanting and almost ready to rut against the thick thigh between yours but you leave it off. At least for now. Eyes closed, you take a long, deep breath. Everything smells familiar. Like faint ozone as the space heater kicks on, like fresh cotton sheets. Salt and earthy masculine soap and sleep-warm skin. For a moment, you hold the scent in your lungs, content to exist with it for a while. When you let it out, your body relaxes. Somehow molds into the broad chest under your arm. You tuck in your cheek, a familiar steady heartbeat threading faintly to your ear. It’s almost enough to lull you back to sleep except the body under yours stiffens with a light gasp and you open your eyes.

When you look up at him, Benny’s face still seems impassive. Strands of hair stick up in places or fall over his eyes and just underneath you can make out the faintest line between his brows. Gently and without a thought, your fingers circle where they lay. Nonsensical patterns that slowly but surely draw Benny back to your world. Like you, like a mirror his first instinct as he wakes is to breathe deep. You smile to yourself and distantly wonder who learned it from whom. Then those eyes—oh, those eyes—blink open and catch the morning light and just like that, he smiles.

“Creeper,” he teases, and you huff. Nothing smart to say as his sleep-rough voice skates down your skin. “You watchin’ me sleep?”

He curls his arm around you and pulls you close even though you pinch his side.

“For like two seconds,” you smile back. “You’re not that pretty.”

Benny’s soft look breaks into a full grin and his chuckle makes you bounce.

“Liar. ‘M gorgeous.”

You rolls your eyes but kiss his chest. “Every day of the week and it makes you a huge pain in the ass.”

You can see some of that familiar fire sparking in Benny’s eye as his brain comes back online.

“Sounds like someone woke up ’n the wrong side of the bed. Those’re fightin’ words,” he drawls.

That drawl brings back your dream. The same tone that ended up muffled in your neck, taunting and teasing as he thrust into you and your fingers dug into his broad back. Just the vague memories are enough to make your thighs tighten involuntarily. Without fail, Benny can pick up what you want—usually without a clue otherwise but that was probably a dead giveaway. Or maybe it’s the black overtaking your eyes, the sharp edge to your smile, the growing heat at the crux of your hips—whatever it is, Benny sees it. And he’s never been one to shrug off a rousing morning round.

“Oh you do got a little fight this mornin’, don’t you?” he teases, pinching your leg where he can reach it. He tosses his chin in that familiar way that drives you crazy and says, “C’mon darlin’, you want in the ring?”

You snort, “You’re ridiculous,” but it’s the invitation you were hoping for so you untangle yourself and slide up over his hips as he pushes the blanket down. While he’s not wrong, sometimes you do like to fuck like Benny fights, this morning isn’t that morning. Something about it feels fragile and soft and you want Benny to feel that too. For all his hard edges, there’s a molten core to him—he just needs a little direction to find it.

In the beginning, it took a while for you to be comfortable on top but Benny—sweet man—built you up as far as you needed. It’s in the way his bright blue eyes widen and the sort of breathless smile that spills out of him—it’s all the encouragement you need. He’s half-hard behind you already, and his eyes flit avaricious over every inch of you. If you let him, he’d take you as hard and as fast as you want. Or, if he’s feeling particular, as hard and fast as he wants and christ do you see stars then. The trick is to get him to follow when you want something slow and sweet.

So, lead by example.

His hands lay wide and warm over your thighs, grip tight already, but you pry him loose and thread your fingers together. He doesn’t look confused like you thought he might, just pleased to be under you. Happy for contact. Then you flatten one of his hands back against your thigh and take the other higher. Bring him to your lips and kiss the pad of each finger. You watch him from under your lashes, wondering if he likes what he sees, catch as his lips parts and a soft needful sigh escapes him. The sound sparks warm embers in your stomach. He presses against your lips with his index finger, asking entry. You refuse. Not yet, anyway. Instead you flatten his palm against your face and nuzzle your cheek in his grip. God, the length of his hand spans from your chin to your ear and it makes you so warm. Unsteady. Almost formless save for the shape his hand gives you. Hot emotion rises in your throat and for a moment you close your eyes again and breathe—in and out, nice and slow, enjoying his quiet adoration until you feel solid again.

This is one of the only times Benny is quiet. You cover his hand with your own and drag him lower, so his fingers trace the column of your throat and the top of your chest. Normally Ben is full of stories. Vivacious. Filled to the brim with potent emotion both good and bad. You’ve gone with him through so many of those feelings it’s almost second-nature to you now to anticipate how he would react to something. But this…you never got used to. Like this, when you lead, he falls into a kind of quiet awe that leaves you trembling. How do you hold something like that in your grasp? How can you even begin to plumb the depths of hushed worship that stare back at you when you catch his eyes?

The answer is you can’t. Sometimes it’s even overwhelming—Benny will give all that you ask, all that he has—all you can do now is guide his hand lower. You pinch your nipple with his fingers and gasp softly and that calls his other hand to your waist without instruction. Answering your unspoken desire. Covering each of his hands with one of your own, you let him roam wherever he might and guide him in turn. Silently, your head falls back and your eyes close. Why look at anything now when you could feel it instead? Callouses catch in your skin, fingers grasp, tease, somewhere along the line you lose yourself in the feeling. Drunk on the texture of his hands and the timbre of his voice as he lays praise at your feet.

“So pretty like this,” he says. “Love how you feel, darlin’ can I have you?”

You can’t answer with words but you can nod. One of his hands leaves and you immediately miss the heat of it but the way he spreads the other and touches you from throat to groin is enough to keep you distracted. Long fingers avoid the place you want him most—part of you is thankful, part impatient. Between the two of you, there’s not much patience to be found at this point. There’s the drag of a drawer, a click and a shuffling of sheets but it’s not until Benny adjusts his legs and you feel his cock stiff and hot against your ass do your eyes open again.

He’s there—open and wanting as he always is. But there’s a hint of vulnerability, something doleful and tender in those blue eyes that leaves you breathless.

“Can I?” he pleads, and it’s only then you catch the slickness coating the fingers that left you.

“Please.”

It’s been so long together and still he asks (begs) like it’s the first time. You move at the same time—he reaches for you as you reach for him—but he finds you first. A tug; you fall forward. Plant your hands on his chest and lift your hips for him and long, thick fingers slide slick into place where you’re aching for him.

“Benny…” You draw his name out low and slow somewhere between a whisper and a moan. “Ah, god—”

“That’s it, baby—” He works you open by rote, all your pieces memorized; urges, “c’mon, you can take me, can’t you?”

It’s as close to begging as he’ll get for now—though if you wanted to hear it you know how to make him beg so prettily—but it’s more than enough for you. You scramble for the lube he found, slick him up just enough to ease the slide and sink down onto him as slow as you can.

Christ, he’s so much. You should’ve let him open you more. Should’ve let his hands do the work instead of falling for the wrecked sound of his voice, but a part of you likes the way it hurts at first. It’s tightness and pressure and it builds in your gut until you’re seated flush against his hips and he’s grit his teeth so hard you could almost hear it. His heart pounds under your hands and his thighs shake but he waits, oh he waits—

“Good boy,” you whisper, “thank you, baby. So good for me.” He whines in the back of his throat, hips twitch and you hiss. “Be patient for me.”

And he is. Patient, just like you asked. Until you give an experimental thrust and just that alone has him throwing his head back into the pillows. God, the line of his neck exposed and taut looks too good—you set your teeth and suck mark after mark into his skin. Wait long enough in-between to see how pretty the purple blooms; by the end you’ve bitten a garden and he’s trembling. You kiss him, finally, despite the morning breath and all—it’s worth it for the desperate way his tongue draws you in and only when you’ve tasted the way he needs you now do you move.

He moans your name like a poem. Soft and repetitious, sprinkled with praise and curses as you take him in and out over and over. The pace is maddeningly slow for both of you but you can feel his restraint in the way he quivers, how he grits his teeth and hisses, and you have to make it worth it for that. If you were to ask Benny, he would say it’s always worth it, no matter how he gets to have you. But oh, for his patience, he deserves something good. Aching, slow, you clench and squeeze and thrust until your legs begin to feel like jelly and you’re closer to the edge than you thought you’d be by now. But it’s the morning. It’s how he holds you in his eyes, how his hands grip your hips or tease or pinch that finally pulls you apart.

“Benny, baby,” you pant, “more, more please—”

You don’t even get to finish asking; he’s dying to fill you, take you, give you everything you want. He plants his feet behind you and the tension in him has wound so tight he almost dislodges you with his first thrust. You groan high and sharp and he does it again and suddenly that’s all you can feel, all you can think. More more more Ben please there—maybe you say it out loud, maybe you don’t. You’re not sure of anything except the heat and breadth of him inside you—the sound of sex and the nonsense coming out of your mouth and Benny’s worshipful silence. The edge is so close, it’s right there, you just need something to take you over but you don’t know what and you can’t think to ask; too cock-drunk and desperate for anything Ben will give you to give it a name.

But Benny—clever boy—he knows.

God even the look of him leaves you undone, and he knows it. His head tips back but body strains up toward you as if he wants nothing more than every inch of contact you’ll give him. Without a word, he pulls you down for another kiss. Bites at your bottom lip and savors the way you moan and slips a hand between your bodies to join his cock. Your hips stutter as he strokes you with perfect pressure, tearing you apart inside and out with sure hands and steady rhythm.

“Ohhh—” So much. “—just like that Benny baby please—” It’s exactly what you needed; smart clever sweet man he knew just what you needed. “—right there, don’t stop, Benny ahhn hah—”

“Fuck,” he growls, drags you down and into his mouth, his molten center finally melding with yours, “fuck, are you gonna come for me sweetheart? Let me make a mess a’ you?”

It’s that—god it’s exactly that and his tongue and hands and cock splitting you open and the desperate worship on his face that finally sends you reeling. You want him to make a mess of you; you don’t ever want to be clean again, not if it means you can keep him like this. Pleasure pulses through you in waves, shaking you to your core; toes curling, body dripping—you scream with it. Tears bite the corners of your eyes. You curse in tandem, a hoarse crescendo punctuated with each deep, perfect thrust.

You writhe, desperately, embarrassingly, but the way Benny moans and thrusts unerringly into your heat sets you alight with ecstasy. Pleasure knots tight in your core, zips out to every extremity, the tips of your toes and fingers and lips. So hot you’re sure your kisses must burn him. Your body bucks mindlessly, bows into him for all the contact he craves, a glorious pressure and heat—

His voice breaks over your name and you feel him empty inside you. He buries himself in one last-ditch thrust, crushing you tight to his body as you quiver and shake and clench in your aftershocks and god feeling him so deep and so hot is almost enough to send you over again. You’re on another plane, flying high above your joined bodies but it’s the beat of his heart and the sound of his breath and the touch of his hands that gentle you back down to find him waiting. As you slump into him, his arms curl around you and he holds you there. You’re not sure how long—you’re still reeling—but he cradles you with all the tenderness in the world. Presses your foreheads together and strokes your back as his hips (and yours) finally roll to a stop. Spent and exhausted.

When your eyes flutter open you find him waiting there. Big pretty blue depths waiting to swallow you whole. Without a second thought, you brush the hair from his forehead and fall in. Kiss him soft and long and slow. His fingers thread along the back of your neck and he seems content to stay buried inside you until you say otherwise. You’d let him, too. For as long as he wanted, if he asked. That’s somewhat frightening, the implications of it all, but it’s something you’re learning to accept. You love him—sometimes it’s just easier to show than to tell.

When at last you pull away from his kiss, you find you can’t meet those eyes again. Not yet. Something hot and tight chokes your throat and you bury your face in the crook of his neck instead. Silently begging for him to understand.

And—without fail—he does. You can feel some of his concern in the way his arms wrap around you again but he pets your hair and lets you feel for as long as you need. And from the way his heart still pounds against yours, you know he’s right there with you. Faithful to the end. At last you let out a long satisfied sigh and slide off his hips back to the spot at his side you’d left behind.

“Helluva wake up call,” he teases, voice light but careful.

“Couldn’t help myself,” you smile, tracing the line of his jaw. “You’re in my dreams then here in person all gorgeous like this—it’s all your fault.”

He laughs and kisses your fingertips when they stray too close to his mouth and you feel the last of the tension drain out of him.

“Yeah, guess I had that comin’.”

“Well…it’s not all your fault.” You pause, stuck in a moment of vulnerability, but you keep your smile. Benny deserves to hear it. “I do love you, I’m sure that has something to do with it.”

It sounds flippant—you don’t mean it that way—but Benny’s face breaks into the widest grin you’ve seen in days.

“Ass,” he chuckles. His soft melted center heats him all the way through, a pleased pink dusting his cheeks above his goofy smile as he murmurs, “I love you, too.”

#benny miller x GN!Reader #triple frontier #benny miller x reader

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cozykozume · 4 years ago

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It’s a long drive home (NSFW)

Asahi x F!Reader

You and Asahi have been together for a few months now. Although he is an amazing guy, you sometimes wish the sex wasn’t so...vanilla. Little did you know, all you had to do was take that first step.. Warnings: Some name calling, spitting in mouth, creampie, car sex, solo fingering, teasing. Hot stuff under the cut ;)

(Sorry if this seems rushed! It’s been in my head for a few days now and I had to get it out there lol I did proof read but still might be some errors. If they are too bad, let me know and I will go back through! )

You and Asahi have been dating for a very months. And within those few months, he really did seem to fit the mold of “gentle giant, couldn’t hurt a fly even if I wanted to, never a hurtful word to leave my mouth.”

He was the sweetest guy you had ever been with, and you were loving every second of it. This also seemed to leak over into your intimate times as well.

Sex with Asahi was nice.

Nice.

It was nice.

Like, it wasn’t bad whatsoever. But it was just.

Nice.

He was gentle, never went too fast or hard. Didn’t seem to talk too much in the bedroom, and when he did, they were always sweet words.

Obviously that was amazing. But it didn’t really feed the darker side that you had. The side of you that, although you were not ashamed of it, you also did not broadcast it.

Over the few months you had been dating, there were countless times you found yourself lost in a daydream where Asahi had to bent over the side of the couch, your toes just shy of reaching the floor. His hips, driving you further and further into the couch, his hand fisted your hair, keeping you in place. God, the way his cock would stretch you, feeling like it was going to rip you in half but in the best way possible. And the best part of it all, the filthy words that spilled from his lips, directed at you.

“God you feel so good wrapped around me..”

“Beg me not to stop...Beg me to let you cum..”

“That’s it, keep taking it...such a good little whore.”

“Yeah? Gonna be my good little cock whore aren’t you.”

“Gonna pump you full of my cum. Breed you like the bitch you are.”

Just the thought of some of these things coming from his mouth was enough to make you squirm in your seat. But once again, you weren’t really sure how to bring something like this up. How are you supposed to tell someone who treats you with the most respect that, behind closed doors...it’s fine if he respectfully disrespects you just a little.

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After going out with some of your friends, you had a few too many to drink. Asahi had promised to pick you up if needed, so you texted him to let you know you would need a ride home. And he, the perfect gentleman that he is, was there within 30 minutes.

Now you had a few drinks, and you were far from drunk. But you had enough that you were feeling braver than you ever had around him.

“Hey babe..” You say quietly, looking over at him. Even in the darkness of the car, he was a mouthwatering sight to behold. His hair was down and pushed behind his ears, long sleeve tee shirt clinging to his body to show off just how built he was, and those grey fucking sweatpants. He didn’t know, but you were definitely one of those people who could not handle themselves when a man wore grey sweatpants, and they just *worked* for him.

He smiled, “yeah?” he said without taking his eyes off the road. After a moment of silence, he looks over at you, “Ye-” and immediately stops. His eyes freeze on you, leaning back slightly in your seat, legs spread open just enough to slip your hand between them and your dress pushed up mid-thigh. Your fingers softly trace circles on the front of your panties, you smile as he finally looks back at the road quickly, and then back to you.

“Hi there..” You whisper, biting your bottom lip softly as you continue teasing yourself.

Asahi opens and closes his mouth several times before one hand leaves the steering wheel, gripping your knee and softly pulling it away from the other. You take this as a signal to continue, pushing your dress up to your hips and slipping your hand into your panties. Your fingers inch their way down until they brush past your clit, pulling a soft sigh from you.

His hand moves up from your knee to the inside of your thigh, holding it open wide as he looks at you.

“Fuck..” he whispers, licking his lips as he alternates between looking at the road and you.

“Baby..you’re gonna have to stop that if you want us to make it back to your house…”

You smile, slowly sliding your middle finger deep inside you, “Mmm who said I planned on making it back home first…”

Asahi’s grip on your thigh tightened as he tore his eyes away from you. You let your eyes close as your finger started a slow steady rhythm. You moan softly, letting your ring finger slide in as well. You feel the soft burn as you stretch yourself, your fingers curling up search for that one spot.

The car takes a few turns before you are suddenly surrounded by almost complete darkness with the exception of one streetlight, the car being shifted into park as you opened your eyes. You smile as you look over, seeing him leaning on the middle counsel of the car and look down to where your hand was busy.

“See something you like..” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Very much so. So don’t stop…” He says, his hand moving from your thigh up to your chest, running his finger up and down the valley between your breasts.

Another soft moan escapes from you as you move your hand faster, opening your legs as much as you can within the passenger seat of his car. Your mouth opens again as another soft moan tumbles out, only to be replaced by Asahi’s thick fingers slowly pushing their way into your mouth.

“Suck.”

His deep voice laced with want causes your legs to shake as you wrap your lips around his fingers. Your tongue teases the tips before running up and down the sides. He starts to pull them out, before pushing them in even deeper. Your eyes flutter shut, Asahi fucking your mouth with his fingers, and you fucking your sopping pussy with your own fingers.

He pushes his fingers even further, causing you to slightly choke and gag on them, over and over again. The only sounds filling the car now are his breathing, becoming louder and louder, the sounds of your gags and the lewd wet noises coming from between your legs.

“I knew you would look pretty gagging all over me ..but fuck..you even sound pretty while you’re doing it…” He says, his fingers curling into your mouth and forcing it open. He leans open, his eyes focused in your mouth before moving up to look at you. “Open your eyes..”

As your eyes open, and you’re met with his dark brown ones, he lifts your chin just a bit before spitting into your mouth. He uses his fingers in your mouth to spread it around, pushing it onto your tongue before his fingers are back down your throat.

Your thumb moves up to rub circles into your clit as you gag on his fingers. You never would have guessed that Asahi would be okay with this, nonetheless, spitting into your mouth. It was easily one of the hottest things he’s done so far. Could you explain why it caused butterflies in your stomach? Nope. Could you explain why it made your pussy clench tighter around your fingers? Nahh. Did any of that matter? Abso-fucking-lutly not.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth, allowing you to breath.

“Inside me..I want you inside me please..” You say between breaths.

He grips your chin, pulling you up while he leans over to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

“Climb into the back seat. Take off your panties and dress.”

You nod your head and you start to climb. Asahi was tall and not a small man, so as you slid into the back and undressed, he slid into the back using the door.

He tucked his hands under his sweats and boxers, wiggling them down to his ankles before sitting back and looking over at you. “Well? You were the one that started this..” He says, a smirk playing at his lips.

Fuck. If you had known that this is all it took, you would have done this long before now. You swing your leg over, straddling his lap as you line yourself up with his cock. You give him a few tugs, spreading his slick precum up and down his thick shaft before push down onto the tip, letting it slip inside you. Asahi was a big guy, and cock was proportioned well with that. Each inch you let slip inside you, you had to wait and adjust until you were seated in his lap.

You lean your head forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder, feeling his cock throb softly inside you. His hips push up into you, his head falling back against the seat.

“Fuck...You feel so fucking good right now..” He says, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You tilt your head, kissing his neck before sinking your teeth into his shoulder suddenly.

The sound he makes should be illegal and causes your body to react almost immediately. A shiver runs from the tips of your toes, to each of your fingers, to the very top of your head. You let out a shaky breath against his neck as you start to slowly move up and down on him.

You quickly feel your first orgasm building, a tingle shooting from your stomach down to your toes. “Don’t stop... I want more..don’t stop talking…” You whisper against his neck.

“Oh yeah..You like when I tell you how good it feels?” He says, his hips pushing up to meet yours.

“You like when I tell you how good your pussy feels swallowing my whole cock like that?”

You start moving faster, your hands moving to grip the head of the seat behind him for leverage.

“Fuck..you like to fuck yourself on my cock don’t you..” He says quieter this time, his eyes closing.

“Yes, yes, yes..” You moan over and over again, your body starting to bounce up and down as you ride him faster.

As you both move together, bodies clashing and sliding as you both chase your high, you let it slip out. “Talk dirty..I want to hear you say dirty things to me..”

Although you didn’t think it was possible, the grip he had on your hips tightens even more as he starts to thrust his hips up, fucking up into you. “Yeah? How dirty do you want it? You want to be my dirty whore? Is that it? Fuck! You want me to cum inside that little cunt? Fill you completely up? Yeah make that little cunt mine..all mine.” He says, his voice hoarse and low as he opens his eyes to watch you bouncing all over his cock. He can feel your walls fluttering and convulsing around him as he speaks, causing him to slam you down into his lap harder each time.

“Fuck Asahi! I’ll be your little whore. Cum in me, fill me, make me your little bitch.” You moan out loudly. His moans and grunts match yours, the sounds of skin slapping thrown into the mix finally sending you over the edge. You fall out of rhythm as you start cumming, tears streaming down your face as your entire body explodes. Asahi grabs you by the back of your neck, pushing your forehead against his as his hips stutter and he buries himself deep inside you. The entire time, quietly mumbling “take it…”

You collapse against him, your breathing still too fast and uneven to try and speak. You were sure that this was one of your most intense orgasms, even though you’ve fucked him plenty of times. You feel his cum, hot and thick, starting to squeeze out of your as he goes soft within you.

“Mm babe..you okay?’ He asks, his soft and docile voice in your ear.

All you can muster up is a groan, trying to stretch your fingers and toes but failing. He laughs softly, peppering your face in light kisses. “Okay. Can I help you put your underwear back on? I have a hoodie back here you can wear and you can just lay back here. We’re almost to your house anyways.”

You smile and nod your head, letting out a soft moan as he helps you off his lap. He lays you down on the seat, grabbing your underwear and sliding them up your legs. He stops and stares at your pussy, licking his lips before pulling them completely up. He grabs his hoodie and slides it over your head before leaning down to whisper in your ear, “That may have been the first time I fill that little cunt of yours up...but it is far from the last time..”

Your cheeks burn, a smirk crossing his face before he gives your cheek a kiss. “Alright! Lets get you home safe and sound, yeah?”

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duffs-shot-glass · 3 years ago

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The Promise (Slash x *daughter!* reader)

*photo not mine, found on pinterest, credit to owner*

The Promise

Slash x (daughter!) reader

Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities, mentions of alcohol and drug use

Word Count:1,121

Requested by: someone on wattpad <3

This was a request for a Slash x daughter imagine where the reader and slash have a conflict/fight :)

I know this might be kind of short so I’m sorry about that. Hopefully you enjoy it though! Also, I did this in Y/N’s POV hopefully that’s okay. Thanks for teh request, have a great day/night! <3

Y/N’s POV:

I stared at myself in the vanity mirror as I tried to come up with an idea. It felt like the bruise on my neck was staring at me, waiting for me to freak out. The concealer sitting in my makeup case seemed very tempting. I told myself I needed to tell him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. How would he react? I know he did a lot of things when he was younger, but that doesn’t mean he wants me to do them. After one last look at the hickey I made up my mind. I’m hiding it. Maybe someday I would tell him I had it, or maybe he’d find out before it was gone. As of right now, makeup would have to do. The makeup was cold on my skin. I watched as the dark red and purple spot slowly disappeared from my sight. “Y/N! You ready?” My father’s voice echoed in the staircase as I frantically put away my makeup. I knocked over many products as I struggled to hide my tiny accomplice. “I’m coming!” I yelled. Tonight was our weekly movie night. Every Saturday my father and I would watch a movie and catch up with each other. I took a deep breath and made my way downstairs. The maple wood of the stairs slightly shone beneath my feet. My dad was standing in the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn. “You excited kiddo?” His face lit up as he saw me. “Yep.” I nodded my head slightly and made my way to the couch in the living room. My dad grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “So, how was Jessica’s house?” shit. Jessica was my best friend. I was supposed to stay the night with her last night, but that isn’t what happened. Jessica’s parents were out of town and we took advantage of that. We threw a party and somehow I ended up with a hickey. When I woke up this morning I was in Jessica’s room on the floor with a massive headache. I barely remembered anything from the previous night. When I discovered I had a hickey I completely freaked out. I had never talked to my dad about boyfriends or anything of the sort. In all honesty, I didn’t even remember who gave me the hickey. “Hello? Anyone there?” my dad joked as he stuffed his face with popcorn. “Oh uh yeah it was great.” He nodded his head in understanding. “What’d you do?” “W-what?” He raised his eyebrows. “What did you do at Jessica’s house? Give me details.” Sweat was building on my palms as he asked questions. I gulped and rubbed my neck nervously. “We just uh hung out. Ya know, girl stuff.” I watched as his eyes zoned in on my neck. “Y/N?” His jaw clenched. “Y-yeah dad?” He pointed to my neck as he came to join me on the couch. “What is that?” His eyes were intimidating as he looked at me. I couldn’t keep eye contact for long before I looked at the floor. “It’s nothing dad.” He shook his head and scoffed. “Bullshit. What is it? Where were you last night Y/N?” His voice wasn’t as harsh, but it was still stern. “I was at Jessica’s.” He shook his head. “So did Jessica give you a hickey?” My head shot up and I looked at him with confusion. “What? No. No, dad Jessica didn’t give me a hickey. Um we uh” He sighed and leaned back on the couch. “Please just tell me what’s going on.” My eyes darted around the room as I tried to think of a response. I burnt myself with a curling iron? No, that's not believable. I slowly lifted my head as I decided what to say. “Jessica and I threw a party and um I..I got a hickey.” His jaw clenched once again as he stood up and paced around the room. “Who did it?” I looked at the floor once again as my mind wondered. Who did it? Honestly, I couldn’t tell you. I had been so drunk I didn’t remember even half of what happened. “I don’t really know.” My voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry you don’t know?!” His voice was louder now, not quite a shout, but close. “Dad I’m sorry okay it won’t-” he cut me off. “How do you not remember? Were you drunk?” Even though he was being sarcastic I felt as if he still expected an answer. “Well yeah.” The words were hesitant to escape my mouth. “You were drunk? You’re not even of legal drinking age! How did you even get alcohol?” He threw his hands in the air as emphasis of his words. “And like you didn't? I know you drank

underage dad, don’t try to tell me different!” It felt as if something sparked within me. Something that decided to fight back. Did I have the right? Probably not. After all, I’m the one who went behind his back to do these things, and now I’m trying to justify my wrong actions. “Oh yeah like that makes it okay? I also overdosed Y/N. You gonna do that next?” I was a bit taken back by his words. He knew I would never do that. Right? He sat on a chair in the corner of the room and pinched the bridge of his nose. Watching him think was interesting. Occasionally he’d clench his jaw, or his eye would twitch. He looked peaceful, yet mad at the same time. His long, curly, black hair fell in front of his face. A sad, defeated, sigh left his lips. “I’m sorry Y/N it’s just-” He paused for a moment. “You’re my little girl, and I don’t wanna see you make the same mistakes I did, okay? It’s hard for me to watch you grow up. I have to face that you’re not a toddler anymore. It’s not even that big of a deal you got a hickey.” I walked over to him and sat on the arm of the chair. “I’m sorry too. I’ll be honest with you from now on.” He smiled at me before pulling me into a hug. “I’m gonna make you a deal.” I nodded my head in agreement as I waited for him to speak. “You can’t drink anymore, until you’re of legal age. Also, be honest with me about what you’re doing. And I promise I won’t get so upset about boy stuff anymore. After all, you aren’t a baby anymore.” He smiled kindly at me. I felt calmed by his words. “I promise.” “Alright kiddo. Let’s get to watching that movie.”

Thanks for reading! Requests are open btw (just a reminder lol) have a good day/night and remember to drink some water. You are beautiful. :)

#slash #saul hudson #slash imagine #slash gnr #slash fic #slash x reader #gnr #gnr imagine #gnr x reader #gnr fic #guns n roses #axl rose #duff mckagan #steven adler #izzy stradlin #classic rock #80's rock

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softjakehoon · 3 years ago

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Remember Me pt. 2

Pairing: y/n and jay

includes: fluff? angst if you think hard enough lol, suggestive behaviour, friends with benefits with jay?? jealousy?

ps: there will be more smut to this story, I just have to build up y/n and jay’s friendship first. stay tuned for the next update!!

Read part 1 here.

You both took your time in fixing your fucked out looks before returning to the living area. Jay immediately grabbed your waist, assisting you to sit on the couch.

"Are you okay, y/n? I shouldn't have given you a drink, I always forget how easily you get drunk every time. I'm sorry, love." Jay gave you an apologetic look. And being the caring best friend he is, he stayed by your side making sure you're comfortable the whole night. Meanwhile, both you and Jake have been exchanging looks and smiles at each other. It’s not like it wasn’t obvious, Jay definitely sensed that something has happened between you two. Although he doesn’t want to go too far as to where both of you had sex already. This is literally your first time hanging out with his friend and he knows you’re not the type of person to sleep around guys you’re not in a relationship with. He knows you like the back of his hand, he thought to himself. His hands caressing your left knee to comfort you through the night.

By 11 pm, most of Jay's visitors had gone home. Heeseung left a couple of minutes ago saying he has somewhere to go. Sunghoon and Jake also said their goodbyes to both you and Jay.

"Y/n, come on. Let's go to bed already, you need to rest." You almost forgot Jay's presence due to the alcohol in your system. You both went to his room, Jay carefully placing you on his bed.

"Let me clean your face, y/n. just lay there, I'll take care of you." He always did this. Every time you slept over to his place, he took care of you as if you guys were a married couple. He carefully wiped your makeup with some makeup wipes, making sure you won't sleep with makeup and dirt on your face. He grabbed one of his t-shirts and placed it beside you.

"Arms up, love. You need to change your clothes into something more comfortable.” You obeyed him like a puppy. He has seen you in your undies before so you didn't mind taking your shirt off in front of him. You suddenly remembered that you weren't wearing anything underneath your dress. You were thankful that your lower body was covered in his blanket so he wouldn't see your core. You realized this is the first time he is seeing you topless, but you were too wasted to care.

Jay looked flustered at the sight in front of him, you thought it was cute since you know he always sees girls naked anyway, why is he acting this way?

"You're blushing." You teased him.

"I'm not. stop it, hurry up already. Aren’t you cold?" You finally put on his shirt. Jay is so much taller than you are so whenever you wear his shirts, you look like you're wearing a dress so your lower area will still be covered, you thought to yourself.

"I'll wash up first, drink some water and take the medicine on the bedside table. You'll thank me tomorrow, love." He kissed your forehead and then proceeded to the bathroom after making sure you're all tucked in and comfortable.

You stared at the ceiling for god knows how long. Your mind wandered to the thought of what happened between you and Jake earlier. The sex was beyond amazing, though you felt uncomfortable sleeping with someone you barely even know. You never understood Jay’s fuckboy image, how does he do this every single time? You didn’t like asking him too much about his flings or girlfriends so you don’t actually know much about them.

“Oh god, was that a one-time thing as well?” Your mind is panicking from the thought. You didn’t get the chance to ask for his contact number or to clarify the status between you two. You clearly told him that you like him, but he didn’t say anything back. You cursed yourself. You've always been like this, so easy to give yourself to someone, to trust them with all your emotions and everything you've got. You grabbed a fistful of your hair out of frustration, unfortunately, Jay clearly saw your annoyance.

"What's wrong, y/n? Does your head hurt? Come here, I'll help you fall asleep.” He laid beside you and let you rest your head on his chest.

Jay is a sensitive person. He knows that you’re putting up a facade. He can see through all the changes in your expression but he’s not gonna ask you to open up if you’re uncomfortable with it. For now, he wants to savor this moment. Ever since you both went to different universities you barely had time to bond with each other. When was the last time you slept over to his place? When was the last time he saw you wearing his shirt while you’re all comfortable in his bed? When was the last time he held you trapped in his arms? You were clingy, he wasn’t. But you were the only person he loves to cuddle with.

You continued to snuggle up to his chest, relaxing to the slow beating of his heart. “I’m sorry for not behaving tonight. Not gonna happen again.” You pouted at him.

“Why? You were pretty behaved in my opinion. Except for exposing me earlier. Unless.. Don’t tell me- did you do something behind my back?” Jay tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Wha- noooo. I didn’t do anything. Jake and I just went to the balcony to get some fresh air.” You tried to act innocent. You don’t want to let him know about what happened between you and Jake, not when you don’t know what really just happened.

“I didn’t know you were that close.” Jay tried to sound as normal as he could. Why is he getting nervous all of a sudden?

“He seems like a nice guy. We just talked about you and your sex life, tbh. He said a lot of pretty embarrassing things, you know.” You chuckled, you had no choice but to lie for now. Hopefully, he plays around.

“What? Sex life? What did he say?” He looked at you with wide eyes.

“He told me how much of a slut you are.” You teased him.

“Careful, love. Don’t call me that. You won’t know how I would react.” He suddenly looked at you with a serious expression.

You both shared eye contact with each other, his lips slowly touching yours. You froze from the sudden physical contact, but for some reason, your body didn’t move away from him. Instead, you kissed him back with the same pace. Your mind panicking about what is currently happening.

You pulled away after realization hits you.

“Hey, d-don’t do things like that. Best friends don’t kiss each other. I-” You tried to make an excuse for kissing him back but he cut you off by placing his finger in your lips.

“I know. Just forget about it. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything else especially when you smell so much like my friend.” He turned his back away from you, silence wrapping you both like a blanket. “Good night, y/n.” He softly whispered just enough for you to hear.

“Right. Goodnight, Jay.” You shyly replied. Embracing the awkwardness between you two.

“Oh god, he knew that I fucked his friend in his apartment. This is so embarrassing.” You thought to yourself as you tried your best to sleep.

#enhypen #enhypen jay #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen scenarios #enhypen requests #jay x reader #park jongseong #jake sim #sim jaeyun

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holdontorogers · 3 years ago

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𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐛.𝐛.

gif not mine, credits to owner

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; tfatws!bucky x bartender!college!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 2,218

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; Bucky has a secret place in Brooklyn that he found out as soon as he got his apartment after the blip: the bar you work at.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; +18 ONLY | MINORS DNI, angst, cheating (your bf/ex), hints to oral (f receiving), sex dreams, alcohol consumption, metal arm kink (i guess lol), swearing, friends on their way to lovers, unrequited feelings, mentions of college, stress, let me know if something’s missing and sorry for any typos.

𝐚/𝐧; so this was suppose to be out last weekend but headaches, college and stress delayed the process, hope you enjoy. 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐬!!!

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“So, pretty amazing what you and Captain America did the other week”, he chuckled more for himself then any other thing as he pretended to ignore the fact that you knew everything about his past — and about him, in general.

“Yeah well, I guess it feels good to know that the shield is finally with the right person”. You gave him a nice smile and intended to say something else but someone was already calling out asking for their drink, you rolled your eyes playfully for Bucky and walked away.

Safe to say that Bucky is way more interested in your company than the bar itself, that’s why he would come by almost everyday by the end of the night and stayed for as long as you would like.

The bar was packed, more than usual, and Bucky pretended to ignore the fact that he was bothered by not having as much of your attention as he planned to.

Given that between missions and your senior year in college plus all your work at the bar, sometimes visiting you while you moved around the crowded place was one of the only ways you two could spend some time together.

“It won’t magically fill up you know?” Bucky was so lost in his thoughts and distracted playing with the now empty beer bottle he didn’t even notice you brought him another one.

“You know I can’t get drunk right, doll?” he said with a playful smirk, “and why would I want to get you drunk?” you winked and went back to attending the other people in the bar as Bucky followed your movements with his eyes.

He sees you quickly looking at your phone following the action by a frustrated sigh, and he immediately clenches his jaw. Your ass of a boyfriend was probably leading you on yet again on another Thursday night with some lame excuse. Bucky could not believe how poorly this man (boy) treated you. If only Bucky could have the chance to show you how you should properly be loved and cared for...

When you came back to where he stood you seemed even more annoyed.

“Is everything okay, doll?”, you looked at him with an exhausted expression and a tension between your eyebrows, “yeah, just... can’t wait to finish up and go home, how long are you planning to stay?” Bucky furrowed his brows, were you tired of him?

“Don’t know yet, why?” you shrugged and looked over your shoulder discreetly “that girl keeps checking you out and I don’t know, maybe you would like to take her home?” I actually would like to go home with you. Bucky could swear this suggestion was as painful to you as it was to him, but he knew that that was only his mind playing tricks with him.

“I still don’t think I have a way with the ladies right now” your eyebrows rose in amusement and you tried to study his expression “Well, if anything, just tell her your arm vibrates”. You winked and returned to your duties once again. Meanwhile, Bucky realized the heat in his cheeks thinking about what you said. It’s amazing how much power you had over him, as he imagined how you would react under his arms.

How soft his right arm would be on your warm skin, how the friction between metal and warmth would drive you insane once his metal arm was touching you... He could see all the different ways that he could make you his, make you forget all the shit you go through everyday, make you feel unique and loved.

(...)

However, Bucky saw you seemed more upset and stressed out than usual so he decided to stay. He waited until you closed the bar and helped you sort everything out. You looked once again at your phone with a much worse look than before.

“Doll what’s wrong?” he rarely asked you about your relationship, and always did good in pretending to ignore the frustrated looks you’d constantly give to your phone.

You met his concerned eyes and saw all his attention in you, which makes your heart soften a little. You unlocked your phone and opened a conversation with one of your friends, showing it to Bucky with watered eyes.

When he looked at the conversation from a few days ago he used all his self control to not shatter your phone or run down to haunt the man in the pics you showed him. There was a girl pressed against the wall of a club right between your boyfriends arms, and that girl was not you.

All the anger in Bucky’s eyes settled for worry when he looked at you. He held you in his arms and ran his fingers through your hair to calm the silent tears that were falling involuntarily from your face.

“He’s an asshole and he never deserved you.” You nodded and continued to let yourself be taken care of by Bucky, “and just tell me the words so I can gladly kick his ass”. You laughed and that felt odd, but not surprising since Bucky always brought up the best in you. You had no idea how you two became such close friends, but you were glad to have him in your life. “Thanks Buck, you’re the best friend I could have right now ”.

As Bucky walked home after taking you home the events of the night went over his head. He was a mess of nerves, angers, worries and sadness. He knew how much you needed a friend right now. He knew how you handled your own feelings and barely talked about it. He knew it was a big deal for you to show him what was going on. And yet the thought of showing you how much better he could treat you if you saw him beyond a friend wouldn’t leave his mind.

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**Bucky’s lips were drawing your skin like it was meant to be there this whole time. It’s like his mouth was designed to know how to touch you in all the right spots. He would caress your skin and take such good care of you. His words were soft and yet you knew he was in control, and you loved being at his mercy. You were willing to let him do anything as long as his lips never left your body again.

Goosebumps were consuming you as he kept going lower and lower. His lips finally started to trace down your inner thighs as you whisper his name as an exasperated request. Bucky’s lips were wet and soft and hot at the same time. He smirked and finally went down to where you needed him most.**

Your heart was racing as your alarm made you jump scared instead of properly waking up. It took a while to remember where you were and what the hell was going on. You sighed when realizing you just had a dream with your best friend.

You decided to take a cool shower before starting your day, as the minutes you usually lay in bed before forcing yourself to wake up were effectively replaced with a very intense dream that led you to question all your life choices.

Your mind begins to wonder and you asked yourself if Bucky got the phone from that girl in the bar last night. You had a bothered look on your face even though you knew you should not be feeling like this.

And you shouldn’t be having these dreams as well, but it’s been so long since you’ve actually felt good.... It’s been so long since you had an orgasm. It almost felt natural to think of Bucky that way, as if the desire of having him between your legs have been there all this time just waiting for you to notice them. You shook the feeling out of your head - or at least tried to.

You couldn’t help but think about the recent events of your life. You have been beyond busy and missed so many warning signs from your now past relationship. You left out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, biting your lips and thinking about your situation.

You’re suddenly annoyed and wondering why the hell you stuck around in the relationship you were at. It wasn’t adding anything else to your life anymore, it wasn’t doing you any good and you were pretty sure the main reason your boyfriend has been so neglecting lately was because he was cheating on you. And you were right. Now you were a breakup hot mess drowning in work and college assignments barely making it through the days without stressing yourself out.

As the caffeine started its magic and you were getting ready for the day, your boss texted you saying that you could have the day off. She would surely find a way to compensate for this miraculously free day you had but you wouldn’t complain. Today especially was a very much needed day for you to give yourself some tranquility. You got ready for your classes in a very comfy yet cute look that made you feel good and went out.

On your way to college you texted Bucky to see if he was available this afternoon. He was surprised to read about your day off and quickly answered back saying he would be free. You both agreed to meet at Central Park once you were done with classes. Your smile and excitement once again surprising you as your dream would not leave your mind. How would you face him? You had no idea but he was your best friend and one of the closest and greatest person in your life right now. Your frustration of a sex life would not be in the way of this friendship.

The classes went by rather quickly and you were catching up on your readings when Bucky met you at the park. The sun was starting to set and there was something about the sunset atmosphere and Bucky that made his features seem even more in evidence. You smiled and waved at him as he raised his brows and walked happily to where you were.

“Hey doll, how’s the day been?” he seemed extremely relaxed and care-free as he tugged you in a warm hug, his cologne invading your senses and numbing you for a moment. You cleared your throat before answering him “It’s been weird” you frowned “I was called off work God knows why and I have been able to catch up on most of my readings for school so” you shrugged still surprised with how smooth things were. “So it’s been a good day?” his brows drew together in amusement, and you both started walking aimlessly through the park.

“Yeah it’s been good I guess, weird but peacefully good, what about yours?” his eyes were sparkled with excitement and he had a half smile illuminating his face “I’ve been good, I was watching that show you told me about when you texted me about your free day so, only good moments I guess” he winked as you studied his face and his genuine expression and you felt weird butterflies in your stomach — which you ignored.

“So how do you like Friends?” you poked him teasingly and he smiled “It’s a good show, Alpine and I have good laughs, but I don’t know I feel like it’s something that should be shared you know? I bet watching with someone would make it a hundred times better”. Bucky looked at you as if you should’ve read something between the lines.

You would usually take his words lightly and never question their meanings, but tonight was different. You could almost feel something in the air. You were absolutely sure that it was all on your head but... Something about the way Bucky always looked at you in such admiration and softness. You could spend all of your days studying his expressions and getting to know him. Life may not have been kind to him but kindness was all you knew when it came to James “Bucky” Barnes.

He cleared his throat and caught your attention. Yep, you were staring at him instead of thinking about an answer. “Sorry doll, I just meant — ” Bucky read your silence as an awkward moment but you were quick to stop him “No! You were right! Friends is absolutely better when you watch with people... I’m sorry, I’ve been a little distracted that’s all” you smiled at him hoping he would take your answer and not think too much about this. Bucky thought you were distant and quiet because of what he found out last night, but the truth was that you couldn’t look at him without thinking about your dream.

Every single time your eyes met his or that you accidentally touched him was like an electric wave washed over you. The memories you created in your sleep would not leave you as Bucky would do normal things like, winking when telling a joke, wetting or biting his lips. Every little action made you hold out on reacting in a way that would ruin your friendship for good.

Crossing a line with Bucky would be a bad idea, wouldn’t it?

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes oneshots #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes headcanon

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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still want that, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader, ex-yoongi x reader

summary: Fucking Min Yoongi ex-girlfriend? A terrible idea. Being hopelessly in love with her at the same time? An even worse idea. Knowing he was being used and still doing it anyway? Ah, Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, angst, a whole lot of pining; smut (fem reader, m and f-receiving oral, doggy, mentions of cowgirl, penetrative sex); a whole lot of feels; non-idol!AU; Jungkook’s POV; ex-boyfriend Yoongi is not very nice, oof

‘savage love’ is Jungkook/reader smut after she’s freshly broken up. pretty much just based on the song, lol the original one-shot is less than 3k words and this is a little over 6k XD

Two weeks later, Jeon Jungkook witnessed another woman crawling into Min Yoongi’s lap.

She was wearing a tight dress and high heels, with an awfully familiar face shape. Jungkook knew this because the same face shape had blown him two weeks earlier. This woman’s lips weren’t as nice though. Her eyes weren’t as pretty and she didn’t laugh the way Jungkook liked. He watched her speaking to Yoongi, his bored expression indicating he had no interest, but he was letting it happen because it was attention and Yoongi wanted attention. That’s why he finally emerged from the cave that was his apartment anyway.

Jungkook couldn’t believe Yoongi wasn’t even trying to win her back.

In fact, it made him furious.

He looked away, turning back to Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin’s bickering over… nothing really. They sort of bickered like an old married couple and then the conversation eventually turned into one of them agreeing with the other and they made up. Usually because they would say the same thing at the same time and then be amazed, even though it happened all the time.

Sometimes, Jungkook felt like a third wheel in this soulmate energy.

Most of the time, Jungkook would be out on the floor, finding someone to spend the night with. But it didn’t feel right anymore. She hadn’t contacted him since that day and yet Jungkook didn’t care. He couldn’t think about anyone else. He knew it was stupid. He knew he should let it go, because she obviously was just doing whatever and whoever she wanted, but he didn’t care.

He just kept waiting for her to come back to him.

She did promise.

She was still Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend and Jungkook knew he shouldn’t even try because they were still friends, no matter how annoyed he was with Yoongi’s behavior right now. Bros before hoes.

Or whatever.

He suddenly felt a hand slip onto his shoulder, up his neck, cupping his cheek. Jungkook jumped, turning his head. Short black pleated skirt. Tight little white top. Silver studded black leather jacket. The same teasing, cocked eyebrow, the one that belonged to the very person he had just been thinking about. His eyes widened. She leaned down, eyes shifting to her right. Staring at Yoongi. Of course, she was staring at Yoongi.

She pressed her lips to his, sliding her tongue into his mouth, making him breathless within seconds. Holding his jaw, inhaling his scent, almost as if they were lovers, almost as if he was the only one, almost as if she saved this kiss just for him.

Jungkook knew it wasn’t true, but he still wanted the kiss anyway.

She broke the kiss, releasing his face. Her eyes lingered on his, only for a second, before she smirked and turned around, walking back into the crowd.

“Jungkook!”

He started, lips still tingling, jerking his head around to face Jimin and Taehyung, who were staring at him, shocked. Oh right. They didn’t know they fucked.

“That’s Yoongi-hyung’s ex!” Jimin scolded.

Jungkook sputtered. “S-she just walked up t-to me–”

He turned around, seeing Yoongi’s vicious scowl, shoving the other woman away from him. Jungkook threw up his hands, shaking his head furiously. He snapped back to Jimin and Taehyung.

“I swear, guys, I don’t know why she did that–”

“Jungkook.”

He froze. The ice-cold snarl came from behind him. He swallowed, turning around slowly. Yoongi looked furious. Violently furious. Jungkook hadn’t answered his phone that time when she was in his apartment, completely ignoring the multiple calls from Yoongi and his friends. It wasn’t that uncharacteristic for him to ignore calls. And besides, it wasn’t Yoongi’s business anymore, right?

Yoongi’s black hair shrouded his eyes, making them darker than usual.

“The fuck was that?”

Jungkook opened his mouth, but a cool, calm voice answered for him.

“It was none of your fucking business, Yoongi.”

She appeared, holding a shot glass. Probably whiskey, a habit she had picked up from her ex-boyfriend. The former lovers stared each other down, far too uncomfortable for anyone else in the room. Yoongi narrowed his eyes at her.

“I think it is my fucking business.”

She took a sip of her whiskey, shifting her weight to one hip. “What was it that you said again?” She pretended to think. “Oh, right. That I would fuck anything that walked, isn’t that it?” She drowned the whole glass, slamming it onto the table Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook were staring. Everyone was staring now, music still blaring.

“Guess what? Jungkook’s got legs and I’m going to fuck him.”

She crossed her arms, looking Yoongi up and down, disdain in her eyes.

“Or maybe I already have and you just don’t know it yet.”

Yoongi stiffened, glaring at her. “I was right about you.”

She glared back, just as icily. “Ah, but I had the decency to wait until things were over between us, unlike you. And,” she continued, eyes flickering to the woman who was all over Yoongi moments earlier and then to Jungkook, smirk growing on her lips. “The people I choose to lip-lock with are way hotter than your choices.”

And with that, she reached over and grabbed Jungkook’s hand, yanking him out of his seat. Jungkook stumbled, his long hair falling onto his face, hand trapped in her tight grip.

“Jungkook, don’t,” Taehyung warned.

He turned around to see Yoongi’s face, the hurt evident in his eyes despite his pointed scowl. Yoongi turned away quickly, scoffing.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he spat.

“You never did,” she shot back, dragging Jungkook away.

“Shouldn’t you–”

She slammed him against her car, kissing him hungrily, desperately, clearly upset. Jungkook gasped, feeling her hands all over his white shirt, thighs pressed against his black slacks. She smelled strongly of cheery perfume and whiskey. His body reacted immediately, hips bucking into hers, moaning into her mouth. If he had resolve, it crumbled instantly with her touch, the way she pressed her fingers into his shirt, holding him close as she nipped at his lips.

He wanted to say, shouldn’t you cool off? Shouldn’t you go home and not do this?

But Jungkook couldn’t, because she was finally in his arms again and he couldn’t help himself, he just kept kissing her, even if he knew she was just doing it to piss Yoongi off. Even if she probably didn’t care about his feelings at all.

She probably didn’t even give two fucks.

Suddenly, she broke the kiss, panting. “Sorry I didn’t talk to you for a while,” she muttered. “Had a… lot on my mind. Didn’t see anyone, really.”

But she gave at least one and that was enough.

“It’s okay,” Jungkook breathed, chest tight. “I understand.”

She nodded. Her eyes searched his face, half-illuminated by the streetlights. He couldn’t quite figure out her expression. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek, his jaw, his neck, so many kisses, all over him, making him melt and shudder.

“Wanna make your feel good,” she said against his skin. “Right here, right now.”

“You could simply look at me and I would feel good.”

She paused, lips hovering over his skin. Hands still on his waist, holding him close. Jungkook leaned down, kissing her ear softly. Her nails dug into his shirt, scraping his back a little. He whined pleadingly, his hands coming up to hold her hips, pressing them against his crotch.

“Do whatever you want,” he whispered into her ear. “Please.”

He didn’t care that he was in some random parking lot. He didn’t care that Jimin, Taehyung, or even Yoongi could run out and yell at him at any time, telling him to stop. She could have picked anyone but she picked him, even if only for tonight, and he still wanted it, knowing it was definitely not fair.

Jungkook really, really didn’t care.

“Okay,” she finally said. “But I changed my mind.”

His heart stopped.

“Gonna take you home and fuck you there instead.”

Her hands curled in his long hair, hips to his, dry humping him on his own fucking bed. He gasped at her roughness, her kisses firm but coy, toying with his lips with her teeth. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he wrenched it out, intending to throw it as far as he could, but she caught his hand.

“Don’t do that,” she chuckled against his lips. “Just turn it off.”

He chewed on his lip and nodded, turning it towards him. Missed calls, multiple messages. He ignored them all, sending the screen to black. She took his phone from him, sliding it under his pillows.

“Jungkook.”

He was panting hard, black curls all over his face from her hands, pupils blown wide in the semi-darkness of his own bedroom.

“You really still want me?”

She said it with a teasing tone. The moonlight reflected off of her smooth skin, her smirk, her cocked eyebrow. Jungkook couldn’t discern the expression in her eyes. They seemed almost bottomless. And yet those little moments, the way she said his name, the way her fingers tightened around his hand, that smile she gave him before she left the first time.

He held onto those moments tightly.

“Yes.”

She slid down his body, yanking his white shirt out of his pants, pushing it up, lips attaching to his abs, gentle kitten licks setting his skin on fire. Jungkook arched his back, whining, trying to get more of himself into her mouth. Her lips brushed against his skin as she spoke and he drank up every word, becoming drunk with her praise.

“Look at you,” she breathed, undoing his pants, palming him through his underwear. “You’re so fucking hot, Jungkook, you know that?” She pressed her lips against his throbbing cock through the fabric and he moaned her name, desperate for skin-on-skin, caught in her current and following it blindly. She shuddered, breath heating his aching member. “Your voice is so fucking sexy, fuck, I love listening to you moan for me.”

She grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down his legs, shoving it and his pants down to his knees. For a panicked second, he thought she was going to tease his balls again, but she wrapped her lips around his cock, tongue pressing against the head.

“A-ah, fuck, yes…”

He wished he could sound less pathetic and more in control, but the truth was that he wasn’t, especially as she hummed, lowering her head, the tip of his cock scraping against the roof of her mouth, roughly stimulated and then choked by the back of her throat. He could hear her whimper and he wanted to ask if she was okay, but then she began to move, bobbing her head up and down ferally, hands on his bed. It was like she was ramming his cock into her own mouth, building up speed, saliva slipping out, messy and filthy. And yet the deeper his cock went, the tighter it became, her throat gripping him, almost too much for the sensitive skin of the head.

Jungkook was a gasping mess, confused on how this blowjob was so different from the last one but still just as good, confused as to how there were even different blowjob techniques to begin with, confused to how he never knew about this, how could he ever want another mouth as she ticked her head with each thrust, adding an extra swipe of her tongue to increase the sensation. His eyes rolled back into his head, hands flying up and grabbing his pillows, clutching them as he came, hips rising to fuck her mouth in time with his lengthy moan, feeling saliva drip down his thighs. She tightened her lips at the base of his cock and it throbbed in her mouth, shooting strings of cum into her throat.

She held her mouth there as his body slowly descended, dipping back into the bed. His body felt electrified, shivering with pleasure. Jungkook panted, opening his eyes, not realizing he had shut them when he came. He looked down, feeling her carefully pulling her head back. He gasped as his cock popped out of her mouth, her lips pursed. Her eyes flickered to his.

A small smirk danced on her lips.

Jungkook watched with fascination as her hand came up, lightly holding his cock out of the way. Then her plump lips parted slightly. A thin white stream of cum and saliva dripped down, splattering against his balls, still warm from her mouth, coating them.

Holy fuck.

The act was so dirty that he was breathless. She swallowed the rest before her head dipped down, eyes still on his. Her tongue extended, scooping up the mixture and eating it back up, lapping at his skin with her soft motions. He felt his jaw drop, staring at her holding his cock, licking his own cum off his balls that she had spat out.

“You…”

He couldn’t form any more words. She sucked them clean, shivers running through him as she moaned around them, his name vibrating his own balls. Holy fuck. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. How could Yoongi not want her back? How could Yoongi not want this?

His hyung was a fucking idiot.

She finally rose, stretching out her neck. Her leather jacket slid off her shoulders, pushed aside. Jungkook sat up, feeling the wet spots on his sheets, but not caring as he tugged his shirt off, far too hot anyway. His eyes lingered over her body, watching her pull off the tight white top, the thick fabric releasing her breasts, large nipples already hard and poking out at him. She noticed his gaze, tweaking her nipples at him with her fingers.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” Jungkook whispered softly.

She smirked.

Jungkook knew that he was turning his own world upside-down. He knew none of this was good for his sanity. He knew all of this as he crawled to her, pushing the rest of his clothes down his legs and shoving them off the bed. None of this was fair to him and this was the most savage love he would ever experience, but he wanted nothing else, nothing but her lips on his, still tasting like his salty cum, her hands caressing his body and pulling him close. He gasped as her nipples touched his skin, rubbing her chest against his. He reached under her pleated skirt, yanking her panties down her thighs.

The scent of sex hit him in the face, so strong, so intoxicating, mixing with her cherry perfume, so arousing that he felt his cock twitch, getting hard already, wanting her, needing her. And it was all wrong, remembering the pain in Yoongi’s eyes before he looked away, but she handed Jungkook a condom and he opened it, sliding it over his cock, moaning as he watched her turn around, hooking a finger and twisting her panties, slipping them down her calves and off her feet, tossing them to his floor. Ass in the air, inviting him in.

“Fuck me, Jungkook.” Her voice a breathless plea. “Fuck me like you own me.”

He got to his knees, holding her hips, sliding in slowly, bit by bit, eyes closing as he pushed in, so tight, hissing her name as he buried himself inside her warmth. She squeezed his cock, rolling her hips back into him.

“Please, Jungkook…”

She was using him to get what she wanted but he really didn’t care, biting his lip and ramming his hips into her, gasping at how good it felt, how perfectly they fit together. Her walls massaged his length as he thrust into her, loudly slapping his crotch into her ass. He watched her hands grip his sheets, heard her say his name over and over as he fucked her harder, faster, burning her voice into his memory. Because in his moment, she was his.

In this moment, her head turned, eyes half-lidded, her pink tongue licking her lower lip.

“Fuck, Jungkook, you’re so good at fucking me.”

Her whole body was jerking forward with the force of his thrusts. She closed her eyes and threw her head back in ecstasy, moaning as she came around him, pussy pulsating around his cock, hips trembling in his hands. Jungkook knew he was completely fucked, absolutely in love with the wrong person, but there was nothing be could do about it. He fucked her through her orgasm, pressing a hand on her back to get a deeper angle, groaning as he felt her tighten around him.

“Yes, Jungkook, oh, fuck, yeeees…”

She felt so good, the scent of her orgasm driving him insane, her sounds so erotic that he clenched his jaw, punishingly fucking her into the bed, his thighs screaming at him, until the taut string inside him snapped, pleasure knocking the wind out of his lungs, a choked gasp of her name as he shot into the condom, cock twitching into her walls, cum choked out by her second orgasm pumping him. She turned her head, smirking, looking satisfied and spent.

“Jungkook-ah…”

It was almost real, the way she waited as he fished for the condom, holding it to him as he pulled out, almost real as she crawled over to him, kissing him softly, almost lovingly, almost…

Jungkook got up to clean himself off and came back to her putting her clothes back on. Shrugging on her leather jacket. His heart sank, seeing her beautiful form covered back up. She seemed to notice his gaze and, for a moment, they stared at each other. Him, naked, in the doorframe of his bedroom, her next to his bed.

She took a step towards him. Then another. Then another, until they were side by side, and Jungkook closed his eyes, fully aware that it would end like this, but hating it anyway.

He felt her hand on his shoulder, caressing his skin.

Jungkook turned his head, eyes opening. Her index finger poked him in the cheek when he faced her, making him freeze and his lips part, staring into her eyes, the fogged windows of her soul.

She smiled at him, shrouded by moonlight.

"See you, Jungkook."

And then she removed her hand and sauntered out of his apartment.

"You're going to get hurt."

"It's not worth it."

"He's obviously still in love with her."

"She might even still be in love with him."

Jungkook heard all these things from his friends, but he didn't care. He didn't care, because the second he opened the door and she was standing there in her leather jacket, crop top, and tight miniskirt, no one else mattered.

"Even if she does like you," Park Jimin had told him gently. "It's obvious that you're just a rebound right now, because of everything that's happened."

He knew that. He knew it, and yet he pulled her into his arms, lips pressed against hers, murmuring her name, shutting his front door.

"She's using you to provoke Yoongi."

Jungkook knew that too and still he cupped her face in his hands, kissing her all over, enjoying the feeling of her hands slipping under his t-shirt. He loved they way she quickly stripped off his clothes, with frenzy and need.

He wanted to tell her, "Don't go."

She took his breath away, body on top of his, riding him, driving him insane with her soft noises and pleas of his name. Holding his hands, slapping her hips into his.

He wanted to say, "Please stay with me."

Her hands tangled in his hair as he folded her in half, fucking her into his bed, hot breath mixing with hers as she moaned. Always praising him and reminding him of how good he was, how nice he felt.

He wanted to scream, "I promise I'll never try to hurt you. I promise to always try to protect your heart. I promise I love you."

But in the end, she always shrugged on her studded leather jacket, the metal causing sunlight to scatter over his bedroom wall, haloing around her like golden feathery wings, her hair glistening in the dying sunset. She would notice his gaze on her and she would lean over and kiss him with a smirk and a mischievous sparkle in her eye.

And she would say, "See you, Jungkook."

And he would say, "Okay."

His front door would close and he would bury his face into his pillows, inhaling her cherry perfume and the scent of her cum.

One time, he hesitated.

She said, "See you, Jungkook." And he paused, staring up at her longingly, not saying anything. Her hand lingered on his cheek, his lips still tingling from her last kiss. His hand came up and touched hers, holding it there.

Don't let go.

She smiled and leaned in again. A second kiss, a deep press of lips to lips, no teasing tongue. Then she backed up, pulling her hand out from his.

"There's no other guy," she said softly. "Only you."

And she left, as usual, but with these additional words sweeping him away, lost in these little moments she gave him, clutching his pillows against his chest and trying to calm his racing heart.

It made every happenstance and mention of Yoongi's antics enrage Jungkook more and more, hearing of and witnessing the different women Yoongi took home all the time, all of them with one or two characteristics of her, but never the whole package, because the whole package was on his doorstep with a teasing smirk and cocked eyebrow. And it was so obvious that she was still hurt, that maybe even a little bit of her still hoped. Jungkook saw it in her eyes, even when he was deep inside her, her eyes trying to hide it all and bury it away.

He knew he was being used, but he still let her come back.

He wanted to strangle Yoongi, even though he was obviously in the wrong too.

But the reality was…

He just wanted her to love him back.

Even if only a little.

"I'm sorry."

Jungkook knew that low, raspy voice, laced with alcohol, most likely whiskey. He froze, backing up against the brick wall next to the nightclub. Inside was violent noise, but outside, in this night, next to this alley, it was eerily quiet.

"Little late for that, isn't it?"

And Jungkook knew that voice too, his heart sinking, knowing that playful smirk was speaking to her ex-lover once again. At least there was a hint of annoyance. Jungkook heard the rustle of leather, her soft exhale as Yoongi pressed her body into the brick wall with his.

"Yes, but I mean it this time."

A sharp bark of disbelieving laughter. "Just like how you mean to go home with different sluts every night to try and forget about me?"

The rasp became sharper, cutting. "And you consistently fuck him. One of my best friends, no less."

Jungkook was surprised that Yoongi did not speak about him in past tense. He thought for sure Yoongi hated him, but it seemed like his rage was aimed at her, twisted with regret.

"Guess we're both past forgiveness."

He could hear heavy breathing. Leather on leather, the distinct sound of Yoongi and her together, hands on skin, soft lustful panting. No. Please no. Jungkook's stomach turned into a heavy knot.

"We could let it go," Yoongi murmured. "Forget about it all and come home to me."

The knot inside him twisted as a vulgar smack cut through the stale night air, followed by her soft gasp. Yoongi's hand on her ass. The sound of nails on skin, and then lips to lips. Jungkook felt his glass heart tumble, tumble, cracking as he replayed every one of their moments; her grip on his hands as he heard her moan into Yoongi's lips; her smile to him before she stepped out his front door as Yoongi grunted, shoving her hips into his; her lips forming his name – "Jungkook-ah…" – as the kiss broke, shudders exchanged in the narrow alley as Jungkook stood at the outskirts, listening.

Holding his glass heart, fractured in every corner, so many facets he couldn't see his own reflection anymore.

"That was the most insincere kiss you've ever given me, Min Yoongi."

And then there was a flash of leather and swift running as the combat boots flew past him, short skirt flaring with each step, not seeing him, only shooting past like a black comet into the black night. Upset, untouchable, unhindered by the heavy sigh in the alley. Yoongi clicked his tongue, cursing to himself, his boot kicking the brick wall, sound so loud it seemed to eat up the night.

Jungkook clutched his glass heart and ran after her.

His fist pounded at her door, hurting his knuckles on the metal, scraping them against the number. He had never been here before, never seen her apartment. She lived in a small, run-down complex. His chest was tight, lungs on fire as he had chased after her, following from bus stops to streets, almost losing her at several points. He had waited after she entered her apartment, pacing, unsure what he wanted to do. Unsure whether to scream, to plead, to cry, but, in the end, he just slammed his fist against the door and shut his eyes.

Because, in the end, all he wanted was to see her face.

The door wrenched open.

Jungkook started, throwing himself away from the door. And there she was. Wearing baggy gray sweatpants and a violently short crop top, a white t-shirt cut too high, her movement providing the daintiest flash of under-boob. She looked livid at first, but her features softened instantly when she saw him.

“Jungkook?”

Her voice small, surprised. The light behind her seemed to be low to the ground, so her face and body were lit from below, a pale-yellow glow.

His hands shot forward, his body moving before he had time to think. He grabbed her face, pulling it to him, pressing his lips to hers, closing his eyes and inhaling her cherry perfume, trying to tell her, I love you, I love you, I love you, and he almost sobbed with how soft her lips were, how perfectly they fit against his. Trying to say, please be mine, please know that with this kiss, I am giving you everything I have, his hands pressing into her cheeks, stroking her temples and her jaw with his fingertips. She gasped into his mouth and he tilted his head, kissing her harder, pushing her into her apartment, kicking the door closed behind him.

Jungkook finally backed off to breathe, still holding her face, staring into her slightly unfocused eyes, still trying to process what was happening.

“What about this kiss?” His voice cracked a little, on the verge of crying. “Does this kiss have the sincerity you’re looking for?”

And then her attention was fully on him, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“I was there,” Jungkook whispered guiltily. “Because Taehyung told me Yoongi was out and you were there and I couldn’t… I couldn’t stand knowing he was so close to you after hurting you so much.” His hands slid down, holding her shoulders, his breath shuddering. “Please… Please don’t give him any more chances.”

Jungkook pressed his forehead against hers.

“I know you are just using me to feel better. I know that. Use me as much as you want. I don’t care. But please…”

He closed his eyes, pushing the tears back, choking out his words.

“Please don’t kiss him anymore.”

And then Jungkook lifted his head, kissing her again, hungrier this time, trying to patch his fears with lust, sliding his hands down her shoulders to her arms, pulling her close. Her breathing hitched as he shoved her into his chest, feeling her nipples through his black shirt. He moaned into her mouth, touching her back and running his hands over her bare skin. She had to grab the waistband of his jeans to prevent herself from losing balance, gasping as he kissed down her neck fervently, nipping at her throat. He murmured her name into her hot skin, sucking on it.

“J-Jungkook…”

His tongue ran over her collarbones, dipping in between them, rolling his hips into hers, savoring the sensation of her body against his. He kicked his shoes off, scattering them as he walked them into further and further into her apartment. Her skin trembled under him, fingers tightening on the belt loops of his jeans. Right up against the wall, pressing her into it, yanking down her gray sweatpants, and she gasped, startled by his need. He pushed her panties down to her knees, trailing kisses down her stomach, fingers pressed into her hips.

“A-ah, Jungkook…”

And he was drunk, drunk on the way she said his name, lost in the sensation of her skin against his lips and the scent of her sex, so strong and sweet and powerful that he buried his nose into it, moaning hotly into her wet opening. He pulled one of her legs out of her pants and fitted it onto his shoulder. The moment his tongue touched her juices, his grip tightened, shoving her hips into his face. Her lovely taste coated his tongue as he thrust it into her. She whined above him, hands tangling in his hair as he began to lick, shuddering as she became slicker, the taste sharpening as he played with her clit, lapping at it roughly. Holding her in place, not stopping, coaxing her to her peak, pushing her to the edge.

His tongue, his, doing this to her, unraveling her in his arms, and overwhelming her with lust.

“Jungkook, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Her hips rutted into his face and he loved it, latching his lips onto her clit, licking and sucking as her viscous juices slid down his chin, dripping onto his neck. He kept going, feelings her thighs tense and hearing his name falling from her lips in her ecstasy. She tasted even better, sweet with a hint of sour, and he slipped his head downwards, moan muffled as he ate up her orgasm, her soft thigh pressed against his cheek.

He licked her tenderly, working her through the aftershocks before he released her leg, standing back up. She was panting, pupils blown wide, blinking rapidly as he kissed her again, smearing her juices on her chin. She whimpered against his mouth, hands clutching his shirt as he sucked on her tongue, taking the hem of her shirt and pulling it up, only breaking the kiss to remove it from her head. It made her hair even messier than before, falling in waves around her face, framing it perfectly.

His eyes on her face, knowing he was so deeply in love that he was drowning.

“I want to fuck you,” he breathed.

His hand came up and cupped her cheek. He leaned in, eyelids closing, pressing his lips to hers, speaking into them.

“I want to love you.”

Gentle, soft pecks onto those perfect plump lips.

“Let me love you,” he whispered, placing his free hand over hers, the ones still gripping his shirt.

His heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was vibrating in his ribcage.

“Jungkook, w-wait…”

And he really didn’t want to wait, he wanted to tell her to shut up and let him make love to her, but he paused, finally opening his eyes to her ashamed expression, looking away. She closed her eyes, shaking her head, releasing him and backing up a little. It was like he was suddenly hollow, carved out when she removed her body heat from his. She still wasn’t looking at him, eyes opening to gaze at the far wall. His eyes followed hers.

And he gasped.

She didn’t have a living room. Instead, the large space littered with easels, canvases, and paper. Tubs and tubs of paint, all kinds, watercolor, oil, acrylic, gouache, all colors, everywhere. Paint-covered cups with dirty water and palettes of dried paint all over the floor. And on the far wall, a large canvas leaned against it, covered in colorful paint strokes. It took up the whole wall, and there was even a step ladder near it so she could reach the top.

Jungkook was breathless.

Absolutely breathless.

He took a step towards it.

Because in striking, full detail, she had captured his face in various shades of blue, pink, yellow, and orange. Only tiny points of black for emphasis. The negative white space carved out his features, the curve of his neck, the broadness of his shoulders. His long curly hair in blue and pink, his eyes in orange and yellow, sparkling, even with the wrinkles that appeared when he smiled, his cheeks round from how big he was smiling.

She had even added the moles on his cheek, nose, and underneath his lower lip.

It was unmistakably him. Jeon Jungkook.

“W-what…?”

He looks back at her. She looked embarrassed.

“It’s not very good,” she chuckled nervously. “Sorry, I…” She pointed at it awkwardly and lowered her hand just as quickly. She tried to start a sentence, but shook her head. Instead, she breathed in deeply so she could speak evenly. “When I paint, I don’t plan anything. I do it when I’m stressed, so none of it is any good.” She rubbed the back of her head, using her other hand to point to the mess.

“I got a huge canvas and started painting, because of the whole…”

She looked pained. She sucked her lips in her mouth, slowly releasing them. Then she sighed.

“I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Jungkook made eye contact.

“It’s me.”

She chuckled, nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

He turned back to stare at it, stare at himself smiling out to the room in stunning color. This huge canvas wasn’t Min Yoongi. It was him. Him, Jeon Jungkook. She had painted him, larger than life, clearly visible in her apartment, unable to avoid the large canvas. He had only missed it because he had been so upset and focused on her. But the truth was, he was always here.

Here, smiling at her when she got home.

“I don’t look this good,” Jungkook muttered.

She laughed, that beautiful laugh he loved so much. He felt her walk up to him, nudging his side.

“Yes, you do. You always look amazing.”

“Not when I wake up.”

She shrugged. “I’ve seen you wake up after a night of drinking. You’re adorable.”

Jungkook felt his ears heat. There was a long silence of him studying all the details.

“He knows.”

She sighed, heavily.

“He saw it one night. When he came over to try to convince me to take him back. I hadn’t finished much, but he could tell it was you.” She pointed to the mole under his lower lip. “Because of this.”

“You noticed.”

She smirked. Then she turned back to painting. “He was really mad. I hadn’t painted anyone else before him. Before Yoongi, I only painted scenes and random objects. Not people.” Her eyes roamed over the large canvas. “I painted him a lot, on smaller canvases and paper. He has them all, somewhere. Maybe he’s burned them now. I don’t know. But when he saw this, I think he knew, even before me.” Her voice was getting smaller and smaller. “He knew I was falling out of love with him.”

She looked away, to a point Jungkook couldn’t see, into the past.

“I wondered if It would feel the same, if I kissed him again. I wondered if he would still give me the same excitement, the same desire.” She closed her eyes. “But I didn’t feel anything.”

She lifted her head and looked at him, the Jungkook in blue, pink, orange, and yellow.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook.” It seemed like she was speaking to the painting because she couldn’t face him. “I’m sorry for being so cruel to you.” Her lips curved into a sad smile. Her eyes flitted to every corner of the large painting, arms around her naked body, hugging herself, an empty, lonely feeling surrounding her as she spoke.

“Love is fleeting anyway.”

Jungkook reached out and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him. He pressed his nose into her hair, inhaling deeply.

“Stop listening to his stupid words and listen to me,” he mumbled. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I’ll tell you a thousand times. A million times, until you believe me. Stay with me and I’ll tell you every day, every night, all the time.”

“You… deserve better than me, Jungkook.”

“I don’t care,” he retorted stubbornly. “Is another woman going to paint an entire wall of my face? No. I love you.” And you love me, he wanted to add. I know you do, because I can see it right in front of my face, even if you can’t.

She lowered her head, burying her face in his arms.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she mumbled, a shudder running through her.

Jungkook thought of all those times, those confident smirks, those powerful strides, her strong words and firm affirmations. Everyone thought she had it all together. Everyone thought she was over Yoongi, because she had shot him down so hard. So cool that she was able to be so self-assured.

But the truth was here, painted in vivid color.

He placed his lips on the top of her head, kissing her softly.

“Why me?” he whispered.

He heard her chuckle at the familiar question.

“If you want the truth,” she murmured into his forearms. “I don’t know. I only went over to your apartment because I thought…” She raised her head, sighing apologetically. “I thought, ‘It’s going to be easy giving Jungkook a mind-blowing orgasm.’”

“I had two, in fact.”

She really did have a beautiful laugh.

“Now I’m corrupted,” Jungkook teased, squeezing her in his arms. “I won’t leave you alone.”

She looked up at the painting. Her tone was different now, less sad, warmer.

“No, I guess you won’t.”

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