#the long necked ass kid staring from the closet

[souplovingwerewolf]

One of my favorite "isn't supposed to be funny but ends up being f*cking hilarious" things is whatever is going on with the Life Of Luxury video thumbnails.

Just... Look

Theres so much happening

[bluecollarmcandtf]

M O O N L I G H T ™

Chapter II

On my last sweep of the house, I check each pledge before the party. Moonlight™ is now partnered with Greek life on campus, and it's the perfect tool for hazing. As president, the app recognizes me as their manager, so I alone get to boss the mind controlled idiots around!

"Pledge!" I snap.

"Yes, brother, sir!" he barks back, yelling it loud and clear without any reservations.

I forget what his name is; Jason, maybe? As long as he's being puppetted around by the Moonlight™ app, it doesn't matter. He'll answer to anything I call him with a rigid smile and a purple stare. He might technically be asleep, but honestly I prefer underclassmen this way. They're much less annoying.

"Scrub these toilets good!" I sneer enjoying the way he hangs on my every word, "You're the janitor for Delt-Ep-Phi's party tonight! I don't want to see any shit or puke unless you're mopping it up! Got it?"

"Yes, brother, sir!"

Just like that, my obedient janitor agrees to my orders and resumes mopping like his life depends on it. At the very least, Moonlight™ has made these pledges more effective. It would have been impossible to force menial work on a freshman without getting a half-assed result. Too many of the guys at this school are rich kids from prep schools: the kind that would be mortified to be near a mop, let alone clad in some sticky maintenance uniform. I bet Jacob, or whatever the fuck his name is, would be mortified to find out that this thing hasn't been washed in years. We just keep throwing it in the closet for the next pledge we have moonlight as janitor. The only thing that makes the dank BO of the garb bearable is the accompanying scent of cleaning chemicals.

I ignore the smell and give the guy a slap on the neck, leaving him to mop the bathroom in silence. My next stop is the kitchen, where I check on my younger cousin Tristan. Tonight, he's just the dishwasher.

"Sup, dude," I say, "Grab me a beer."

"Yes, brother, sir!" he yells back like an army cadet, obediently fetching a bottle from the fridge and opening it for me.

"How's dish-duty?"

"It's amazing! I love being the dishwasher, brother, sir!" my cousin beams.

It's weird to see him like this; with glowing eyes and forced grin. The Tristan I know is charming and unbothered, normally gliding through conversation with subtle looks and gestures. He's normally got this cool style that wins over girls and intimidates guys, so it doesn't help that he's all dressed up in the frat's old dish-boy uniform. I really hate that an upperclassman wrote on his forehead. That'll make classes next week a bit awkward. I suppose it's just a normal part of hazing, and I'm not going to make an exception just because he's my family.

"You gonna be a good dishwasher for the party tonight?" I probe, taking a sip of beer.

"Yes, brother, sir!" he declares, "I'll be ready at the sink for anything that needs cleaned, and I'll be ready to refill any of my brother's drinks."

"That's right, and remember only brothers can get a refill. Girls have to ask one of us to get it from you," I make sure to clarify. It makes it a lot easier to pick up girls when they have to approach us for their next drink. If only I could use Moonlight™ on them to put them to work as the frat's strippers or something. That'd really be getting the most out of the app!

Heavy bass blares from the other room: the party's getting started. I've already spent too much time with Tristan, so I say bye to my cousin and head on out to the main area.

Standing by the door is our coat rack: his name's Kyle, and he's much better as furniture.

"Your arms tired yet, Kyle?" I sneer.

"No, brother, sir!" he grins back.

I laugh a bit when I notice someone wrote a 'kick me' message, pointing at his crotch. A guy like Kyle could definitely use a good kick in the nuts. The freshman came to our call-out with an insanely high opinion of himself. He seemed to think he had every right to get in because he was a legacy. Apparently, his dad is rich alumni so we couldn't refuse him, but that didn't make him immune to our new hazing ritual via Moonlight™. He definitely got the worst job in the house. He might not be scrubbing toilets or cleaning dishes, but his arms are sure to be sore as fuck by morning; not to mention all the kicks in the groin he's guaranteed to get!

"Are you gonna hold those coats, pledge?" I snarl in his face, getting only a cold smile in return.

"Yes, brother, sir!"

"And why is that?" I spit menacingly.

"Because I'm a coat rack, brother, sir!"

"That's right, and coat racks don't react when they get a kick in the balls, right?"

"No, brother, sir!"

With a chuckle, I swing my foot into his crotch. Kyle jerks, but his lips remain stretched across his face in a toothy grin. His body can't help but flinch at the sudden pain, but it only takes a second for Moonlight™ to reassert control. Barely a few seconds have passed and he's back, stiffly holding his arms out, sweating from the effort of being completely still.

"Thank you, brother, sir!" he manages to say. I guess one of the upperclassmen told Kyle to thank anyone who gives him a kick. That'll be a fun little party trick!

I give the guy a little slap on the face before I leave. Tonight's party is gonna be off the hook! I've still got some time before it starts, maybe I can catch a minute to relax in my room. It's not that late yet, but I'm starting to feel the effects of a long day. I'd love to just lay down, even just for a second.

Unfortunately, I fall asleep...

The next day, I wake up when my phone dings with a notification from the frat group chat...

"What the fuck!" I jump out of bed, "What is this picture?"

Though I don't want it to be true, the picture appears to be me. I'm dressed up like some stupid waiter, with the same cringe smile and glowing eyes as any the other Moonlight™ employee, but that can't be right. We only use the app on pledges! There's no way in hell any of my brothers would sign me up like this!

I rack my brain for any memory of last night's party, trying to recall any clue that'll tell me this picture is a lie. The endeavor only hurts my head, but I do notice that I feel unusually sweaty for having just gotten an entire night's rest. My arm feels sore, and my pajamas feel awkward like I was drunk pulling them on.

"Dude, you were a great manservant last night!" one text reads.

"Totally think you should quit that finance degree and be a full-time butler!"

"I could get used to you fetching us drinks and giving us foot rubs!" another adds, "We should have done this years ago!"

I stare at the texts in horror and step into my bathroom. Sure enough, I see the word 'buttler' written across my forehead in sharpie. Someone must have thought it was hilarious to draw a stupid goatee on my face as well. My eye twitches as I stare at my reflection, rage boiling up inside of me.

"Why the fuck did you do that to me!" I text back, "I'm the fucking president!" Even through the phone, my words drip with malice.

"Don't dish out what you can't take!" one replies simply, "Just a prank, bro!"

I try to slow my breaths, but my fists are clenched painfully tight. I'm gonna beat whoever's idea this was! It's one thing for us to use Moonlight™ on freshmen, but I'm a senior and I refuse to spend my last year in this frat moonlighting as a butler! I'm supposed to be getting drunk and laid at these parties! Not marching around with a bowtie and silver tray, serving drinks and whatever the fuck else!

"I wouldn't get yourself too worked up, dude," a guy texts, "You might be in control now that your awake, but remember you're at our whim the second you fall asleep. I could have you scrubbing the floor with your toothbrush tonight if you don't behave yourself. Lol."

The message makes me see red, but he's right. An overwhelming sense of helplessness falls over me. I could beat those fuckers up now, but what would that make them do later? They already wrote on my face with permanent ink! What if they made me shave my head or get a tattoo! Fuck!

This can't be legal, but honestly, I have no idea what the contract stated when we signed up for the app! How do I even go about cancelling this Moonlight™ job? The tech is so convoluted and hard to use!

In the meantime, I'll be lucky if all they make me do is serve them their drinks and do their chores. I guess I can live with that for a short while.

With a grimace of resignation, I text back, "Good one, guys."

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 39

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Sex (but there's plot this time I swear)

Fu-sion Ha!

"As far as Kid's punishments go, this isn't the worst," Heat offered.

You were stripping off your pants in a supply closet. "Oh yeah since cumming on the deck in front of everyone because it feels like you're getting fucked in the ass is fantastic!" You bitched at him sarcastically. 

"Maybe no one noticed." His usual frown twitched up in a smile. 

You paused to stare at him. "Heat. I think they noticed." He managed to pin you, only because Kid was fucking interfering, and by the time he put his forearm across your throat Kid had worked you up so much that you failed to conceal your eyes rolling back and your hands gripping the front of Heat's corset. And the way you cried out was just a little too enthusiastic to be from pain. 

"I had half a boner the whole time if that's any consolation."

You tugged your shirt off. "You must not pay attention because everyone has at least half a boner when they spar with me. Usually after I get their head locked between my thighs." You smirked. 

Heat pushed you up against the wall. "I'm only not paying attention because I'm imagining it's me there instead." 

You rolled your eyes. "Wow, what a charmer." 

He picked your legs up on either side of him, pressing your back into the wall for support. He had his pants down far enough to free his cock, which was now pressed up against your stomach. You looked down, checking to see that his half boner was now a full one, as it should be. Was it a requirement to have a big dick to be an officer? You lifted your self slightly so he could direct his cock to your entrance. He let you move first, so you could sink down on it at your own pace. You sucked a hiss through your teeth. Your cunt was already twitching around him, made sensitive from your untimely orgasm earlier. If he was worked up as much as you, this wouldn't be long. Heat leaned in a way where he could get a better view of where your bodies were joined, watching for a minute before pressing a thumb to your clit. You were impressed that he was holding you up with one arm, even if some of your weight was supported by the wall. You watched his length pull almost all the way out before slamming back in. 

Without warning, the door to the supply closet opened, revealing one of the rookies. "I- sorry I- j-just needed a m-mop." His face was so red it was nearly purple.

"If you don't shut that fucking door, I'm going to cut off your head, shove a handle in it, and mop the deck with your hair," you snarled at him. The door slammed shut before you finished saying the last word.

Heat pressed you harder against the wall, increasing his pace, and biting your neck. "You're sexy when you threaten people," he mumbled against your skin.

"You're ngh-next if you don't m-make me cum."

Heat grunted in acknowledgement. He grabbed your hips and brought your pelvis down hard on his own, until there was a steady stream of curses tumbling from your lips. Heat licked his lips and pressed them against your own. He brought his hand up to your throat and squeezed, remembering how much you liked when Killer did it and how you came when he put his forearm across your neck during your sparring. You groaned into his mouth. Heat didn't think you knew you were doing it, but your nails were leaving angry red stripes down his back. 

"H-Heat." You didn't have to say anything else. Your glassy eyes and head lolling back told him you were almost there. That look alone had him cumming. You felt his cock throb as he unloaded in you. Fuck it was hot to watch him unravel like that. Feeling the wetness leak onto your thighs, your own orgasm washed over you. Heat grunted as your pussy milked him for all his was worth. He stayed buried in you with his head nestled in your neck until his dick started to soften. You were definitely going to have to get new panties with the amount of cum that was dripping down your legs. 

Both of you got dressed, leaving the supply closest in a much more relaxed state than you had been in when you entered. "By the way," you told Heat, "I would have won in normal circumstances." 

He laughed. "Guess we'll need a rematch." He reached to smooth some of your hair that had gotten wild. 

"Heat, have you been in there this whole fucking time?" Wire walked up, looked pissed. "What the fuck were you doing?" He looked between the two of you and answered for himself. 

"Inventory," Heat said quickly.

"Fucking," you said at the same time. You looked at Heat and then at Wire. You cleared your throat, "Multitasking." 

"'Multitask' on your own time." Wire put it in air-quotes. 

Heat punched him in the arm. "You're just jealous."

"If you need me to help you with inventory some time, let me know," you ventured, unsure if you and Wire were on joking terms yet. 

Wire's face turned red and he quickly spun on his foot to retreat to the helm. "Get to work, assholes!" 

Kid found you and Heat later to release you both from his torment. Then, the rest of the day, you spent cleaning every barrel on the ship, gun and cannon alike. When you finally finished with everything, you went to the galley to help Killer. You hadn't really seen him all day and you wanted to. Was it weird that you sought his attention? Not even for anything nefarious, you simply liked being around his calm presence. When you got to the galley, he wasn't there yet. You busied yourself with the usual prep work. This time, you cheated. You don't know why you didn't think of it sooner. All the veggies were cut into perfect cubes thanks to your devil fruit. Killer was never going to buy that you did it by hand. 

In your boredom waiting for him, you decided to play with your powers some more. You grabbed an apple and a banana. First, you turned the apple into a banana and took an experimental bite. Banana. Then you turned the banana into an apple and tried that too. Next, you decided to combine them. You ended up with a banana-shaped fruit with shiny red skin like an apple. It had a texture that was somewhere in between the two and it tasted like a mixture as well. You were contemplating the implications of this new use when Killer finally showed up. 

"Oh! Hi Y/N." Killer sounded like he was surprised by your presence in a good way. His attention was immediately on the veggies you prepped. "Either your knife skills have improved exponentially or you used your fruit." 

"I might have." You showed him the fruit you created. "Behold. A banapple." 

He inspected it, taking a piece and eating it through the holes on his mask. "You made this?" 

For the next hour, Killer was handing you different foods to combine, to see what would happen. He was a little giddy. This new trick had recipes forming in his brain left and right. You indulged him in whatever he asked. He looked so cute when he was excited about food. The same way Kid looked cute when he talked about his inventions. The only indication of the passage of time was the sound of stomping speedily approaching.

"WHY THE FUCK DO I NOT SMELL FOOD COOKING?" Kid wasn't sure what he walked in on. Every flat surface in the galley had some form of edible monstrosity on it. "What the fuck?" His face instantly turned from irritation to bewilderment. 

As Kid stood in the doorway, a reddish-brown muzzle appeared between his knees, snorting angrily, mirroring Kid's own feelings. The nose at the end of the muzzle twitched as it picked up intriguing new smells. The pig behind the muzzle was so allured by these smells that she threatened to topple Kid over her back when she pushed through his legs to get closer. He moved forward with her, afraid of getting a tusk right up the as. Or worse: an impaled ball.

Killer threw one of the hybrids to him. "Eat that." 

Kid looked at it dubiously. "What the fuck is it?" It looked like a strawberry, but it was bluish-purple. He popped it into his mouth. "Some kind of weird berry?"

"Strawblerry." 

"Blawberry."

You and Killer looked at each other. "We're workshopping the name."

Kid was possibly more confused than he was when he first walked in. "Workshop my fuckin dinner and then ya can do whatever science shit yer doin." He was too damn hungry to care about whatever dumb shit you two were doing. He left to go sit in his spot at the table and grumble until food appeared in front of him. 

Killer cooked faster than you had ever seen him do it before. He even had you sit out because you would "slow him down". For a big guy, he was light on his feet and zipped around the galley easily, throwing things together. You enjoyed watching him. His long blond hair bounced with every step he took and you were not immune to the way his ass sat in his jeans. You couldn't see his face, but you could imagine what it looked like as he was deep in focus. He was trying to get done as soon as he could so he could get back to experimenting with your power. You could have guessed that's why he was moving so quickly, though it was made obvious when he couldn't stop thinking out loud about what to try next. 

While he did that, you were thinking about the implications of being able to fuse living things, organic matter. This is what you wanted to test next. You didn't have the heart to try anything on the sweet little mice that ran around the ship, but with the impending clashes, you could take more prisoners. The thought made you smile. You sat on the counter, after clearing it of your creations, swinging your legs. Patiently, you listened to Killer while he cooked. At several points, he came at you with a spoon of something, pulled down your chin, shoved whatever it was into your mouth, and then closed it for you, barely waiting for your opinion of it before returning to the stove. You weren't against him feeding you. Everything he touched was delicious. And it was kind of hot. 

He handed you a plate, "Can you go give this to Kid?" 

You took it from him. "Do I look like a waitress?" Still, you did what Killer asked and unceremoniously dropped Kid's plate on the table in front of him. Before you could walk away, his armed snaked around your waist and pulled you into his lap. "Hey!"

"Shut up! If I want ya on my knee while I eat, yer gonna sit on my knee while I eat." Kid shoved a forkful of food in his mouth. With less of an edge to his voice, he added, "I haven't gotten to talk to ya in a while." 

You would have put up a fight if there were other crew around, but no one had rung the dinner bell yet, so it was only you and Kid. And Mini under the table. "What are you talking about?" Your eyebrows knit together. "We literally fucked the other day." 

"That's not what I meant." Kid looked down at his plate and pretended to pick out a good piece for his next bite. His pale complexion left his light blush nowhere to hide. "Talk. Have a conversation. Since ya fixed the hole I haven't seen much of ya around." 

"I would classify what we do as bantering or arguing before I call it a conversation." 

"Did I do somethin?" 

"I don't understand what you're asking." What was with Kid? This was not a side you had seen before. 

"To make ya fix the wall. Did I really irritate ya enough to push ya to fix it?" 

"You're constantly irritating. If that was the driver, it would have been fixed same day." You added, "I had to fix it because people won't feel comfortable telling me about personal issues, if there's a gaping hole with their captain on the other side." You poked him in the chest. 

He grunted. 

You studied his face, which seemed, not sad, some other thing. Let down? Disappointed? Sulky? "Eustass Kid," a smirk crawled across your face, "are you trying to say that you miss seeing me?"

The expression fled his face and was replaced with a haughty one. "Of course not! As yer captain it's my duty to check up on everyone." He angrily shoveled more food in his maw. 

"Oh? So then should I get Killer to come sit on your lap next? Do you need to check up on him, too?" You were bounced off his lap when he kicked his knee up.

"Go finish helping Killer!" 

You rolled your eyes. People started to trickle in, their growling stomachs telling them it was almost time. You returned to Killer and helped him set out food. The two of you ate in the galley, alternating bites of food with practicing your devil fruit. Killer was so animated as he went on and on about how many different things you could probably do, all kitchen related. This is one of the moments where you would have liked to see his face. You bet his smile was wide and his sapphire eyes were shining with eagerness. After the food was long gone, and the mess hall long cleared, you realized how much time had passed. 

You yawned. "Hey, Kil, I'm kinda tired." You had a long day, the sparring, Heat, cleaning, helping Killer. 

He scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry. I didn't realize how late it was." You imagined that there was a blush on his face, but couldn't tell for sure past his mask.

"It's ok. You were so enthusiastic, I didn't want to stop you." Your eyelids were heavy. "But I think I'm spent."

"Thanks for indulging me." 

"Anything for you, Massacre Soldier Killer." You grinned at him, half-sarcastic. You really did enjoy seeing him like this though. 

He stood there silently, like he was debating something. This time you knew he was blushing because it spread down his neck and he was fidgeting with his hands. "Why don't you come to my room?" He promptly added, "You might wake up the girls if you go back to the women's quarters.... You don't want to see Dive on lack of sleep." 

You were going to say something crass but decided against it. "Good idea, Killer." You knew full well that he knew you were more than capable of sneaking in somewhere quietly. Both he and Kid had been acting so strangely, asking you things in roundabout ways instead of being direct, as they had been before. So Killer could interrogate you but couldn't ask if you wanted to spend the night with him? So Kid could be a gaping asshole and try to kill you multiple times but was too shy to ask if you wanted to hang out? What the fuck was going on? At least Heat was being normal.

As was the routine, Killer gave you one of his old shirts to sleep in. You planned on keeping your hands to yourself anyway, though you wouldn't have the chance to fool around with him because you fell asleep almost instantly. When you awoke, Killer's hand was splayed out on your stomach again, thumb slowly rubbing the soft skin underneath, indicating he was already awake. You rolled halfway to see his bright blue eyes staring back at you. You wondered how long he had been awake. Usually he went right to the kitchen when he woke up.

"Mornin," you sounded groggy. You stared at his face, remembering what it looked like when he was half-dead on the beach compared to now. "I know you have your reasons, but I wish you wouldn't cover this up." You rolled completely to face him, putting a hand on his cheek, then brushing his bangs out of his eyes. "If anyone should cover their face, it should be me," you laughed sleepily.

He reached out to touch the scar on your face, retracting his hand when you flinched away.

"I'm sorry." You didn't see hurt in his face, nor pity. "It's a reflex. It reminds me of too many bad memories. Makes me sick to my stomach if it's touched." 

He nodded with understanding. "Do you think...maybe one day you would tell me what happened?" If he was to know more, maybe he would come to understand you even better.

You looked down. "I don't know," you said softly. 

"Hey. Forget I said anything." His voice was reassuring. "Don't think about that right now." 

"I want to." You said after a while. "to tell you I mean." You had never openly talked about it, not even to yourself when you were alone for those years on the island. It might relieve you of some of the anguish to tell someone. You felt safe with Killer, emotionally safe. You don't think you could ever tell Kid. He was too unpredictable when it came to stuff like that. He had his kind moments, but in his anger, you didn't trust him not to use it against you. Killer would never do that. "When I'm ready." You smiled weakly at him. 

"Of course." Killer appeared pensive. "I don't like my smile," he blurted out. His face immediately turned tomato red and cleared his voice. "I wear the mask because I don't like my smile. I don't like my laugh and I don't like my smile." He let out a deep breath. 

Your eyes widened. You didn't expect him to actually tell you what his reasons were. He had told you about the laugh already, but not the smile. "You don't have to like it." You smiled warmly at him. "Because I like it enough for both of us." The fact that he let himself be vulnerable meant a lot to you. He continued to stare at you and you could feel your face burning.

Abruptly, Killer closed the distance between the two of you and kissed you. His lips were gentle and warm and softer than you remembered. His hand rested on your hip and pulled you closer. It slid up your back to your neck, pulling you in to deepen the kiss. You opened your mouth, letting his tongue slide past yours. He flipped you so that he was above you now, pressing his weight into you. You moaned, feeling his erection through his underwear rubbing against your bare slit. Killer sucked at your neck, rutting against you slowly. You wrapped your legs around him, forcing him harder against you. He removed your shirt, then his underwear. His cock brushed against your leg.

"Killer!" There was a frantic knock at his door. "We have a problem." 

He looked at you with a pained expression. If it weren't for the panic to their voice, he would have told them to fuck right off. "Later?"

You sighed and nodded. You had waited this long, what's a few more hours. Your heart was racing in your chest. Why did you have butterflies like you were about to lose your virginity? Maybe because no one had denied you for this long. It felt new and different? You moved slower than he did, but got dressed to see what the issue was. It better be good to twat swat you like this. You groaned.

Next Chapter

[valos-venus-doom]

Kinktober; Ville Valo One-Shot

CW: This fan fiction contains smut of the BDSM variety. Like immediately. Right out of the gate. It's kinktober. Not vanillatober. Idk what to tell you.

 “When I say you've had enough, you've had enough. Is that understood?” Ville growled with your hair wrapped in his fist, bending your head back to look him in the face.

Your eyes stung with tears from your scalp being pulled tightly but you refused to flinch, you instead just clenched your teeth defiantly, trying to hide your trembling lip.

Your boyfriend, Ville, was 6 foot 1. You were only 5 foot -- on a good day. Tonight, though, he made you feel much smaller. His frame towered over you, you felt like a child being told off harshly by her father.

“Is that understood?” He gripped your hair tighter, raising his voice.

“Yes.” You begrudgingly answer through gritted teeth.

A startling slap whipped across your cheek, jostling a teardrop from the wells in each of your eyes.

“‘Yes’ what?” He barked.

“Yes sir.” You answered, swallowing loudly the sound amplified by your neck being bent as far back as he could to force you to make eye contact.

His eyes were angry as they bored a hole right through yours as you felt the two luke warm tears fall slowly down your cheeks. He was pissed. You had embarrassed him getting a little too sloppy out at the bar with Ville and his mates. He had told you after two double shots that you should stop, he didn't feel like babysitting his drunk girlfriend that night. But there was a slight twinkle in his eye now, he hadn't roughed you up in a long time and he was dying to unleash some pent up aggression. Part of him was happy that you'd given him and excuse, another part of him couldn't wait to teach you a lesson because his ego was bruised, and Ville Valo has a very big ego.

“Get into the bathroom now.” he demanded.

You complied immediately. You and Ville had a very spicy dynamic behind closed doors. He was a closeted sadist and you were a bratty little masochist who loved pushing his buttons… to a point. You knew to toe a very careful line because Ville was capable of unleashing true hell onto you when you couldn't leave well enough alone.

Sure, you could tap out. You could call your safe word and Ville would stop before the word even fully formed in your throat. You knew wholeheartedly he would honor your safe word at any time, but you wouldn't dare call it. You knew that if you pushed him to that point, you knew you should just accept your punishment without fuss.

Tonight was one of those nights. You were horny and drunk and wanted him to completely dominate you. But you had taken it a smidgen too far tonight. You had said “Fuck you, asshole” to his face, in front of his friends. Kidding or otherwise, you had embarrassed him, and Ville hated being embarrassed. He knew what you were doing when you uttered those syllables with a impish smirk on your face, but no one else saw it. To an outside perspective, it actually sounded serious.

Ville followed you menacingly into the bathroom. He pushed past you “Get undressed. Now.” his voice was scary, his tone was saturated with rage. He swung the shower door open with such ferocity you swore you saw the hinges begin to break.

Ville turned on the cold water tap and turned around to face you, “Get in. A cold shower will sober you up in no time.”

You stared at him nervously. He was scary tonight. Your knees trembled and goosebumps raised across your bare flesh, but despite the fear beginning to weigh heavily in your stomach, you were aroused. The crevice between your thighs began to feel hot and tingly.

“I want you stone cold sober, you're going to want to remember the lesson I'm about to teach you.”

“I'm fine–.”

“Get the fuck in the shower, Y/N.”

You nodded silently and began towards the single stall shower, bracing yourself to feel the icy water. As you passed by Ville, he spanked your ass hard.

You gasped, a tiny cry escaping your lips, but you didn't dare delay complying to his demand. You held your breath as you stepped under the pouring water but inhaled sharply and you began to shake from the cold almost immediately. There was no way to prepare yourself for that amount of cold. You hugged yourself tightly, legs squeezing together in a desperate attempt to maintain your body heat.

Looking up pitifully to meet his gaze, you notice his lips were pulling into the tiniest smirk as you noticed something in his hand. It was a bar of soap that he was carefully unwrapping from the packaging, one he had taken from a hotel room not too long ago during tour.

“Remind me, what did you say when I told you that you had had enough drinks and it was time to stop?” You didn't answer and so he continued “Oh don't act like you don't remember now. You said it so confidently in front of all those people. Friends and strangers. Everyone heard you. Everyone. You were so comfortable humiliating me. Huh? You like humiliating me, Y/N?”

You shook your head as your teeth began to chatter from the ice cold water pouring over you.

“No? You don't like humiliating me? Funny, it seemed to natural. You seemed so proud of yourself. So proud of being a bratty, disrespectful little bitch. So I'll ask you again; what did you say to me after I told you to stop?”

“'Fuck you, asshole.'” You answered, bracing for his next move.

Ville just glared at you, jaw clenched tight. “Yep. That's right. What a foul mouthed little whore you are, Y/N. Tsk tsk tsk…” he lowered his eyes to the smooth, bright white brick in his hand, running his fingers over it for a moment as you waited in anxious anticipation to see what he'd do next, praying it would involve a warm, fluffy towel. “Open your fucking mouth.” he interrupted your thoughts harshly.

You were stunned but you had no time to react before the soap bar was pushed into your mouth. You gagged but collected yourself quickly as you wanted to be as good as possible so he would get you out from under the cold water that was painfully stinging your reddening skin.

Ville bent down slightly, hands on his knees to condescendingly make eye contact at your level as if you were a child. “This is what happens to foul mouthed whores, Y/N. They have their mouths washed out.”

He continued, “You're going to stand there, under the water, soap in your mouth, until I'm done having a cigarette. If you move from under the water, or if that soap leaves your mouth, your night will get significantly worse, Y/N. Do not test me.”

And with that, Ville pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and placed it behind his ear as he exited the bathroom.

Ville was beaming with inner pride as he stepped outside and lit his cigarette, his dick was achingly hard within his tight black jeans. He was embarrassed a little by you, sure, but it had been a while since he had been able to unleash the pent up frustration he'd been harboring for quite some time. Getting ready to write and record an album made him testy, so he welcomed the chance to shed some weight from his shoulders.

Meanwhile, Ville only took 5 minutes to return from his cigarette break but to you, with the bitter soap overtaking your taste buds and the water falling like broken glass against your naked body, it felt like hours.

Wordlessly, Ville pulled the soap from your mouth and tossed it to the shower floor. “You want out?” he questioned, an eyebrow cocked. You nodded vigorously, and he watched you spit the soap remnants from your mouth, gagging from the aftertaste.

“Come on out.” Ville instructed. You reached for a towel and he shook his head “Nope. I'm not done with you yet.”

Grabbing your small frame effortlessly, Ville threw you over his shoulder and walked you out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. Despite still shivering from your cold, naked body, you were loving this. You were still soaking wet between the thighs, something Ville picked up on shortly after he got you back into the bedroom.

Ville threw you down on the bed, and with his hand around your throat he roughly pinned you against the mattress, rendering you completely immobilized.

Surprised, you gasped for air, choking, with his hand necklace tightening around your neck and his other hand traveled south, between your soft folds. “Oh… oh wow, Y/N. You really are a dirty whore. You're so wet. Here, see?” He took his long fingers from between your legs and shoved them deep into your mouth, gagging you. “Good girl. That's right. Clean yourself off me, you fucking nasty girl.” He purred.

“You must love humiliating me if you're getting this much pleasure from my punishing you. We'll see how you feel when we're all done. Only one of us is cumming tonight, Y/N. The other is going to be left a swollen, squirming, pleading mess.”

That last sentence, so threatening and yet velvety, caused your pussy to throb with even more arousal. Ville, with one hand pinning you to the bed by your throat, repeated his previous action by plunging his fingers deep inside you, maneuvering them torturously, and then shoving them so deeply down your throat you'd nearly throw up. He did it again, and again, and again until tears fell from your eyes from the repeated gagging and denied orgasms. Your makeup began to run and smear, something Ville always found oddly attractive.

He sighed contently as he looked into your wide, teary eyes, he seemed so much more imposing as he hovered over you, “You're so wet, Y/N. Look at you. You can't help yourself. It's because you know your place. Where is that, huh? Where's your place? Is it beneath me? Shame you seemed to have forgotten it earlier, with that incredible amount of disrespect that you let fall out of your mouth.” Ville sighed heavily with a growled, his lust beginning to consume him. “Roll the fuck over.” He manhandled you from your back onto your stomach and then took his hands off you long enough to rip his shirt off his perfect tattooed body and remove the belt from his jeans.

Ville aggressively ripped your arms behind your back and fastened them together with the belt so tightly that your elbows nearly touched. You groaned in obvious discomfort and he chuckled darkly as he lowered his head to your eye level on the bed. “Say it again. I dare you. Say what you said to me again.”

You knew it was a trap. Either you didn’t answer and he'd discipline you, or you'd answer and he's discipline you for saying the phrase that embarrassed him publicly and earned you the punishment you were receiving in the first place.

“Oh don't tell me you forgot. ‘Fuck you, asshole.’ that's what you said, Y/N. What? You aren't brave enough to say it again? Hm, so weird. Okay, tell you what, our safe word is usually ‘cherries’ yeah? Well tonight the safe word is ‘Fuck you, asshole.’ Let's see how brave you are, Y/N.”

Seconds later, his large hand came down and made a loud crack against the tender skin of your buttcheek and you cried out.

“COUNT.” Ville demanded.

“One.” You managed to say as soon as you caught your breath back from the sudden pain.

“Two.” You said with a gasp

“Three.” tears stung your eyes

“Four.” You squeaked out “Baby, please.. FUCK! F-five. Ville–” your word quickly cut off by another blow. This time it took a moment for your brain to stop spinning. “Six!” You cried out. “Ville, p-please.”

“Uh-uh-uh, begging won't save you. You know what you need to say.” He goaded you before delivering another spank.

“Seven!” You groaned through gritted teeth. “VILLE PLEASE. Please. Please don't make me say it.”

“Say what, love?” he questioned condescendingly.

You let out a shakey breath, tears dropping from your eyes and immediately absorbing into the duvet. “Please dont make me say that to you again. I'm sorry. I was wrong. I was bad. I'll never ever ever say that again. Please. I'm sorry.”

Ville grinned with satisfaction, but he was quiet. You waited on pins and needles waiting for his hand to make impact with your welted buttcheeks again but it never came. Instead, you were lifted to your feet by the belt tied around your arms. Ville moved you effortlessly, for a man so slender he was shockingly strong. He controlled you as easily as he would a ragdoll. He pulled you in front of the large, ornate full length mirror that hung on the bedroom wall.

“What sweet words of repentance, but unfortunately, we're still not done. But maybe, just maybe, you can earn the right to cum. Yeah?” you nodded tearfully, making eye contact with him through the mirror. “Bend over…. That's a good girl.” He forced you to bend over, eye to eye with yourself in the mirror, as he held you up by the belt that kept your arms tightly behind you. The weight of gravity pulled at your shoulders causing you discomfort, but soon you felt Ville pushing himself inside you which provided quite a splendid distraction from the pain.

“Look at me, Y/N.” He breathed, and you complied making eye contact with him through the mirror again. “Good girl.” Ville groaned through gritted teeth as repeatedly bottomed out inside of you, your knees began to wobble.

“I never get to look at your beautiful face when I fuck you from behind. Look at yourself. Aren't you the most beautiful creature on earth?”

You complied quickly, hoping he would let you earn your climax like he had said. You looked into your own eyes, “Yes.” You moaned.

“Don't you think you're too pretty to use such language?” He asked, maintaining his pace while fucking you.

“Y-yes.”

“Look me. Fucking look at me.” He demanded, “Don't you dare ever speak to me like that again.” He growled, tightening his grip around the belt, causing you to groan in pain. “Understood?”

“Yes.” You breathed, “I'm sorry.”

In one swift motion, Ville flipped you around to face him and hoisted you up off the floor, against the mirror. The cold glass against your back and blistered and bruised ass was both soothing and painful, especially with the added pain as the belt buckle dug into your forearm against the hard surface.

With your height difference, when he leveled you to his hips and shoved himself back inside you, your face was buried into his shoulder and you cried out loudly with each unrelenting thrust.

“That's it, baby. Yes. Fucking take me in all the way.” He hissed through his teeth. “I'm going to fucking cum. Cum with me. Please. Please cum on my dick.” His voice sounded desperate, you knew he was close. Suddenly you felt yourself become far more wet, Ville noticed too and increased his pace until you spilled your juices all over him, legs shaking around his waist as you came. Ville began to cry out but surpressed his orgasm into a deep, primal grunt. Kissing you deeply, he delivered his final brutal thrusts and emptied himself inside you.

Ville rested his forehead against yours as he recovered from his climax, before slowly pulling out of you and resting your feet back on the ground.

He unbuckled the belt and kissed your forehead sweetly. “Back to the shower. A warm one this time.” He clarified, scooping you into his arms bridal style and carrying you back to the bathroom to clean you up tenderly. "I'm so proud of you, baby." He whispered, placing gentle kisses on your forehead as your body relaxed into his, thoroughly satisfied.

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What if Y/N were quaritch sister and Y/N is shy like y/n is so shy she would walk behind quaritch to hide her face she's mostly quiet letter other people speak but y/n and Lyle are dating y/n would blush and laugh at Lyle stupid jokes but quaritch doesn't know that y/n and Lyle are dating until one day quaritch walked in seeing Lyle and y/n kissing and boy quaritch would grab Lyle by the ear dragging him into a different room telling y/n that its time for a man to man talk y/n would think she got him in trouble (had this stuck in my head for a long time I can imagine that quaritch is like a over protective brother like a over protective father would act in front of there kids/siblings so y/n is like the quiet type and she wants to be like quaritch but nice kind and sweet but quaritch knows she can get hurt easy so he would protect her no matter what even if he has to look at a man/women in the eye not saying a word just given them a death stare just smirking hell knowing quaritch he would make sure that y/n doesn't go on mission with him but he can't help by giving in to his sister asking none stop when y/n is on a mission with quaritch and his teammates he would make sure to keep a close eye on y/n and stay close to her) (that's all I got in my head keep up the great work make sure you eat sleep and rest!) Stay healthy!

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You were hovering near Miles' shoulder. You called him Colonel most times around other people, but he was still the ass of an older brother who'd wrestled you for the remote when you were kids. Eventually that energy transferred into intense protection that had only increased when you first brought a date home. He'd side-eyed them so hard, muscles bulging from his military training, that your date had fled and never looked back.

Your lips pursed, trying to keep a laugh in. A huff came from across the table and your eyes snapped to meet Lyle's. He cocked his head slightly, questioning your amused energy. You shook your head and dropped your gaze down his solid form. He preened under your gaze, tongue flicking out to sweep across his lower lip.

Your eyes widened and you fought the blush creeping up your cheeks, looking back to the map that Miles was discussing. The rest of the brief passed without any disturbances aside from Lyle circling the table to stand behind you, tail brushing the back of your thighs. You shivered imperceptibly and tried your best to focus.

You were half turned to go back to your bed for the night when he came up behind you. "Hey, I had a question about the supplies. Can you come with me so you can make sure I've got everything checked off for my pack."

You sighed, noting your brother's attentiveness to your exchange. "Fine, fine, Lyle. I'll help you. This time."

~~~

Your back hit the shelves as soon as the door to the supply closet hissed shut behind you. Lyle's lips were already trailing down your neck, hands pawing at you through your clothes. You giggled, pushing him away a bit.

"Alright, alright, slow down!"

He grinned devilishly at you. "I can't help it. You're so fucking delicious and we never get time alone with your brother always around every corner." His lips continued their attack on your neck, moving up to your mouth and kissing you with a bruising force.

You sighed into his mouth, pulling him closer, hands gripping his shoulders for dear life. He yanked your leg up around his hip, leaning into you and pressing you harder against the shelf. Your head fell back and he gently kissed along your neck to your collarbone, tugging down the strap of your tank top.

He tilted his head and moved to under your ear, knowing it was the most sensitive spot for you. Goosebumps came over your whole body, and your legs trembled. He clutched you tighter, not about to let you anywhere away from him.

"Mmm. Lyle.." you sighed. "Lyle.."

Your brain turned foggy, unable to comprehend anything around you with his lips and tongue continuing their movements around your ear. Your eyes fell on the door as it hissed open, ready to tell off whatever human had come upon the two of you. Your heart buzzed, about to leap from your chest as you made eye contact with your brother.

His body bristled under your gaze as he took in the scene. Lyle's head raised up, eyes cutting over to the door. His ears and tail instantly drooped. "Oh. Heh. Colonel. Fancy.. uh. Fancy meeting you here. Your sister was just showing me the goods- I- NO! That's not what I meant-"

His voice cut off as his head jerked down, Miles' strong fingers gripping Lyle's ear as he tugged him out the door. You took off, straightening your shirt strap and chasing them down the hall, your brother's long legs already powering into his office. He started shutting the door as you shouldered into it, leaning your whole weight into the gap.

He turned and let go of Lyle in the process, pushing you back into the hall with his palm on your forehead. "Calm down. We're just gonna have a chat, little sister." The door hissed shut and you heard the beep of a code punched in to lock it.

~~~

Miles turned around, Lyle looking sheepishly back at him. He crossed his arms, eyeing the younger man. He sighed and rubbed his brow with a groan. His hands landed on his hips. "Alright, Lyle. I know you're a good guy. A good man. A good soldier. I wouldn't have promoted you if I didn't think so. But that-" -he jerked his thumb toward the hallway- "That's my sister out there and if you fuck with her, I swear to God-"

Lyle sprang up, hands out in supplication. "Colonel. No. I swear. I promise to you. Your sister is everything to me. We were seeing each other casually-" He shrank back at Miles' narrowed eyes. "I mean.. it well it was a bit more serious for me than her, I think. It was the first time around. Then, well you know what happened. When we came back we saw each other in our new bodies and just.. That was that. I really care about her. I'm not messing around, I promise... Sir."

Miles leaned back against his desk. "I'll be keeping an eye out for you. And don't let me catch you in the supply closet again. I don't need to see you all over my baby sister like that. Ever." He shuddered and waved Lyle out of the office.

Lyle stepped out after punching the unlock code in and reeled back as your fist swung at him. He caught it in his palm. "Ah. Scrappy, I see."

You looked past him, eyes honed in on Miles. "Sorry. Thought you were him."

He shook your fist gently in his palm and put it down by your side, slinging an arm across your shoulder. He guided you down the hall. "I think he gave his blessing of a sort, so let's not push it, Y/N."

~~~

Your face got redder and redder as you got closer to your bed in the recom quarters. Lyle was following close behind you, expression daring the others to say something. He flopped down familiarly in your spot and pulled you down with him. Your eyes settled close as his arms tightened around your waist, holding you close.

~~~

"Miles! Let me gooooo. I'm literally the supply person. What if you run out of something??"

"Well, they should have packed everything so we shouldn't have that problem."

"Okay okay BUT I could bring extra! And come for moral support!!" Your grin widened, batting your eyes at him in a pleading expression.

He snorted and pushed your face away gently. "Fine, get your gear. We're leaving now."

~~~

You were walking through the forest, a spring in your step, so eager to be out and in the world. You kept alert, but playfully bumped Lyle with your hip. A low growl rolled up his throat and he turned to you, a smirk playing across his lips. "Lyle! Get up here!"

His smile dropped and he grunted. "You're going to get me in trouble." His tail whipped out to touch your thigh as he made his way up to your brother.

The group shifted and Walker took up the place beside you. Her face turned into a shit-eating grin. "Looks like big brother can't handle the attention you're getting, huh?"

Miles' ears were folded back, straining to hear your conversation. When Lyle's steps fell in with his, he cut his eyes over at the younger soldier, baring his teeth weakly. "You're going to be the death of me, Wainfleet."

Lyle barked out a laugh and slapped a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's alright, Colonel. I've got your back. I'll take care of your sister."

"Yeah, yeah that's what I'm afraid of you, knucklehead."

***

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A Magnet For Trouble: CH 2 We Have All Night

TW: Smut!

written for the @billybigbang2024

Read from CH 1, (…), CH3

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Billy didn’t lie, his place is really close, and as soon as they get inside, the blond man pushes Jason against the door and kisses him, pressing his heated body against Jason’s. The policeman’s hands find Billy’s ass and grab it while Billy chuckles into the kiss.

“Maybe I should tie you down.” Billy whispers on Jason’s lips, “You’re feisty, aren’t you?”

Jason shakes his head. He’s not. He’s a good boy. He just needs more than what Billy is giving him. He needs to be held and kissed, and loved. All things that his family was unable to give him after-

“Hey. You with me?” Billy asks, gripping Jason’s chin between his fingers, “Where did you go?” 

“I… I don’t know.” It’s a lie. They both know it, but Billy nods.

“Stay here. With me. Ok?” he says, before pressing Jason against the door so hard that his head bumps into the wood and a suffocated moan escapes his lips, but Billy’s mouth is on his again, and all he can think about is that he wants more. He wants to take everything Billy is willing to give him, and he’s ready to give him the same.

“You’re dangerous.” Billy whispers on his lips, brushing Jason’s swollen lips with his thumb, “The face of an angel and the soul of a devil.” Billy tilts his head enough to murmur in his ear “I love it.” before nibbling at his lobe as Jason whimpers under him.

“Bed?”

“Bed.” 

They bump a little coffee table as they move through the apartment and the picture of a red-haired girl falls onto the rug. Billy quickly picks it up, makes sure that it's not damaged, and then they move toward the bedroom. The room looks nothing like Jason expected of Billy. The walls are white and plain, and the space is way too tidy for a flamboyant personality like Billy’s, but Jason doesn’t have the time to comment or think much about it.  With a swift movement, Billy pushes him onto the bed, kissing him like a starving  man.

“I want to suck you off,” Billy growls, licking a long stripe down Jason’s neck and breathing their mixed scents like an animal. 

“Turn the lights off,” Jason asks, hiding his face behind his arm.

“What for? I want to look at you. And I want you to look at me while I give you the best blow job of your life.” Billy winks, already opening the fly of Jason’s jeans, freeing his aching erection.

“Please.” 

Billy stops and stares silently at Jason, “Are you a virgin?” he asks after an embarrassingly long silence.

Jason isn’t a virgin. After that first kiss in the lockers that was followed by a punch to his face, he started to have quick encounters in love hotels where he satisfied his baser instincts and nothing more.

“Nope. This is not going to work.” Billy states, still straddling Jason, “I’m not going to hang out with a closeted boy.”

“I’m not in the closet!”

“So what is it then?” Billy yells, annoyed.

Jason lowers his eyes, avoiding the other man’s icy cold stare that burns like fire.

“Listen, I don’t have time for this, ok? And if you still have to accept yourself that's fine, ok? I don’t judge you. But I already passed that phase. I am who I am and I’m not ashamed of myself.”

Jason keeps his eyes lowered and he finally reads the sentence on Billy’s chest: Born This Way.

“I just…” Jason’s hand goes to his crucifix before he can even form a coherent thought.

“Do you think it’s a sin? That you’re a sinner?” Billy asks, getting off the bed and opening a drawer where he takes out a golden medal with Saint Cristopher, “My mom gave this to me when I was a kid.” He says, “She… she died soon after. And for the longest time I thought that it was my fault that she died. Because I wasn’t like the other boys. And my father knew it and he tried to beat the gayness out of me.” he turns toward Jason, “But that’s not true. God knows who I am and loves me exactly as I am.” He brushes his knuckles on Jason’s cheek, “I have hated myself for the longest time, but now I know that I’m exactly how I was always meant to be. Don’t you feel the same?”

No. Jason isn’t like he was meant to be. He’s disgusting. He’s wrong. He’s-

“You’re perfect.” Billy whispers, lowering himself to look him in the eyes, “You’re beautiful, kind, and sweet.”

“You don’t know me.” Jason retorts, turning his head, but Billy grabs his chin and makes him face him.

“You’re right. I don’t know you, but I saw you the first night you came to the club. You were devastated by something that happened during your shift. And you were at the club. Alone. Drinking. No partner with you, or friends, or anyone. You looked so devastated. An angel with broken wings.” Billy brushes away some hair from Jason’s face “But you are meant to fly. Aren’t you? Little angel of the Lord?” He starts to kiss Jason’s chest, “Let me help you heal your wounds, let me show you how beautiful you really are.” Another kiss, “I can be really sweet when I want.” he reassures him and Jason is already melting under his touch.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Make me beautiful. Make me perfect.”

“You already are beautiful.” a kiss, “And perfect.” another kiss, “and I’ll show you how beautiful you are. But not tonight. Tonight I want you to feel good. Is that ok?”

Jason quickly nods, it has been too long since the last time he had sex with someone.

“I’m not going to turn off the light,” Billy says, “But a dim light is more romantic, isn’t it?” he asks, turning off the overhead light in the room and turning on the smaller lamp on his night table.

Jason freezes, unsure of what he wants. His body is shivering with desire, but his mind is frozen with terror.

Billy pushes him gently onto the bed, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, and his mouth until Jason’s body starts to react and jerk, looking for more friction.

The smile Billy gives Jason is beautiful and dangerous.

Kissing Jason’s chest, Billy slowly moves down, nuzzling at Jason’s dick still trapped in his pants. With expert hands Billy opens Jason’s fly, brushing his lips on Jason’s boxers, licking and sucking his dick through the fabric. Jason tries to suppress a moan biting the inside of his cheek, but  Billy smirks and locks eyes with Jason, who blushes so hard at the vision of the blond man between his tight. One of Billy’s hands grabs the elastic of Jason’s boxers, freeing his erection. Jason’s dick bumps on his stomach, and Billy waits, giving him the time to stop him, but when Jason doesn’t complain, Billy licks a long stripe from Jason’s balls to the tip of his dick, flickering his tongue just under the head of his dick.

“Fuck.” Jason whimpers, biting the inside of his cheek.

With a devilish smirk, Billy opens his mouth and takes him in one go. His mouth is hot like a furnace while he bobs his head up and down, building to a crescendo that drives Jason mad. His hips give a couple of aborted thrusts, but Billy’s strong arms pin him on the bed while he pants.

With no warning, Billy hollows his cheeks and sucks him hard.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jason repeats while his hands find Billy’s hair and grip it hard.

Billy lets him set the pace, but when Jason feels close to coming he suddenly releases him.

“Not so fast, baby.” he grins, while Jason whines, “We have all night.” 

They do.

Jason is still out on leave and being in Billy’s bed is definitely better than spending the night binge-watching another stupid show.

Billy’s hand fishes blindly for something on the night table, and when he finally finds it, he lets it fall on the bed.

Lube and condoms.

A very fancy lube in an elegant black bottle, Jason notices, not the kind you get at the automatic dispenser or at a Walmart, hiding under some body wash and shampoo. 

“Do you like it?” Billy asks, grinning.

“I… I never used it before.”

“You never used lube?!” 

“Of course I did!” Jason groans, turning his head to hide it in the pillow, ashamed “Just not that one. It looks-“

“Fancy? Expensive? Yeah. Probably because it is.” Billy chuckles, “But I have plenty of  money and I spend it on good quality products,” he winks, “I hate the sticky feeling of cheap lube. It should help to make things sexier, not disgusting, right? And this one,” Billy says, showing him the package, “it’s flavored.” he adds with a smirk.

“It’s… what?” 

“Yeah. This is top quality. I spare no expense for my boys.”

It felt like ice in Jason’s stomach but he had no right to demand to be Billy’s only lover, right?

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not saying I’m seeing someone else, I’m saying that I take good care of the guys I’m interested in.” he smirks, “So what do you say?”

“To sex?”

“To rimming.”

Jason’s hands go to his mouth, trying to suppress an embarrassing moan. No one has ever-

“Don’t tell me, tiger, no one licked you where you’re more sensitive?” Jason blushes even harder, “Such a shame. Luckily I’m very good with my tongue. It’s a muscle I love to train. Would you like that? Would you like to be spread open under me, while I bury my face in your ass?”

“Stop it.”

“Why? You like it, don’t deny it. Your dick is so hard it must be painful. I will be really surprised if you don’t come as soon as I put my mouth on you.”

“Stop it,” Jason begs again, but he’s burning inside.

“Don’t worry. It’s just a kink.”

“A… what?”

“God, you are so cute. I’m so lucky I found a little pretty thing like you at the club. And I’m glad you didn’t let Robert fuck you because I’m going to take you to cloud nine and let you fall. But don’t worry. I’ll be there to catch you.” He nibbles at Jason’s neck “Can I mark you? Or are you going to have problems at work?”

“I’m… I’m on vacation.” he lies through his teeth.

“Good,” Billy replies, sucking Jason’s neck like a vampire, keeping the policeman on the edge between pain and pleasure.

“Your mouth… your fucking mouth.”

“I know, right?” Billy smirks, turning Jason’s head to face him, “So what do you say? Are you ready to be eaten out for the first time? I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“I… I…” 

“You can say no.”

The fact is that Jason doesn’t want to say no.

“Are you really that good, huh?”

“You’ll have to let me know,” Billy replies, patting Jason’s naked ass, “Now roll onto your stomach and spread your legs as far as you can.”

Jason’s legs tremble when he moves onto his stomach, his head down on the pillow and he is ass up in the air.

“You can spread your legs more, can’t you, angel?” Billy insinuates, tapping on Jason’s thigh. The blond policeman opens his legs a little more, “No, that’s not enough. Do you need a little bit of help? I’m a big boy, love.” Billy whispers behind Jason’s ear spreading Jason’s leg with his, “That’s better. I knew you were flexible.”

“I… play basketball.”

“Cool. Maybe we could play one of these days, but now just relax, and enjoy.”

“Are you sure?” Jason asks, turning his head. 

Billy doesn’t even dignify it with an answer, he just grabs the lube and pours an embarrassing amount directly over Jason’s hole, who whimpers at the cold feeling.

“Some people think I use too much lube,” Billy says, grinning, “But I think that there’s no such a thing as too much lube. It makes everything slippery and wet. I love the squashing sound of the lube when I fuck. Now… take a deep breath baby, you’re gonna need it.” he warns him before sinking between his rounded cheeks, keeping him open with his finger.

The first lick is gentle and soft, and even so Jason jerks so hard he hits the headboard with his head.

“You ok?”

Jason nods, trying to hide his embarrassment, “Sorry. That was… unexpected.”

“I guess I wasn’t clear enough with my explanation. I’ll try to be more clear. I want to lick you open. I want you to shiver under my mouth. I want to push my tongue inside you, fold it inside your body, and make love with the most sensitive part of your body. Is that clear enough?”

Another silent nod seems to be enough for Billy, who chuckles, before lowering himself and licking Jason’s again, this time with more intention. He starts from the back of Jason’s balls and licks him up to the crease of his ass.

“Fuck. That… that feels good.”

“Glad to hear you’re enjoying yourself.” Billy breathes on Jason’s wet skin and he shivers, “You taste pretty good. Salted caramel. My favorite.” he chuckles, before sucking at Jason’s rim.

Billy’s tongue is relentless, it licks, sucks, and pushes with no mercy for the poor guy who’s already a moaning mess under him, “You surprise me, babe, I was sure you were going to paint my sheets as soon as I put my mouth on you. Let’s see how much more you can endure, huh? I want you to come at least once before pumping you full.”

That’s so embarrassing, and hot. Why is it so hot?!

Keeping him open with his thumbs, Billy thrusts his tongue inside Jason’s ass, breaking inside for the first time. It’s a peculiar feeling, Billy’s tongue is thick but even if it doesn’t penetrate as deep as a finger or a toy, it moves in every direction and it’s too much for Jason who starts to thrust back, looking for more pressure, until he comes with a loud moan and falls on the dirty sheets, Billy’s hands still digging deep in his skin.

The tattooed man gently releases his grip and turns him away from the pool of cum on the sheet.

“That good, huh?” Billy jokes, while Jason’s eyes are still crossed from  the pleasure.

“Fuck you. You know it was.”

“Maybe.” he sneers, “You ready for more?”

“Sorry, but I don’t think I can come again.”

“Oh, I think you can. An athletic policeman like you surely can come more than once, right?”

Jason never tried to come more than once, he was always too ashamed of himself, but Billy makes him feel things. Makes him want things.

“I… I can try.”

“Good boy.” Billy praises him, circling Jason’s rim with his fingers, “Don’t think it’ll take long to finger you open. You’re pretty relaxed.”

“Wasn’t that your plan all along?”

“Maybe? But that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy making you feel good, the fact that after an orgasm the body is more relaxed is just a plus.” 

Billy’s white teeth shine in the dim light like he is a grinning predator, and if Billy wants to chew him up, Jason will let him.

Two fingers push inside him and Jason complains, “Sorry. Too soon? You must still be sensitive after being eaten out like that, poor thing.”

“Don’t… don’t say it like that. It’s gross.”

“Why? It’s just sex. And you enjoyed it. What’s gross?”

“You… you put your mouth…”

“I put my mouth exactly where I wanted,” Billy replies, “and I can’t wait to put my dick there next. You’re so hot inside. And you squirm so beautifully, can’t wait to stick my dick inside you and feel you clench around me. Are you going to come again? For me? Are you going to take it all and milk my dick to the last drop like a good boy? Or are you going to be feisty?”

Three fingers.

Billy removes his fingers from Jason’s ass and cleans them on the sheets, before grabbing a condom and opening it with his pearly-white teeth. He rolls the condom on his dick and Jason takes a moment to appreciate the girth while Billy adds more lube and lazily strokes his cock.

“How do you want it?” Jason stares at him in confusion, “On your back with your legs on my shoulder or on all fours?”

“On… on my back. Please.”

“So fucking polite. I love it. My little angel.” Billy murmurs, then he grabs Jason’s legs and puts them on his shoulder, “Don’t worry. I won’t break you.” he tells him before pushing inside him.

Jason jerks, digging his heels in Billy’s back, his mouth open in a perpetual moan till Billy is balls deep inside him. 

“You ready?” Billy asks, and Jason nods, biting his fingers to suppress another moan.

Like his tongue, Billy’s dick has no mercy for the young man under him. He thrusts into him, harder, then slower, and then he almost pulls out before sinking again in a smooth movement.

The lube squelches where their bodies are connected, a wet and dirty sound that somehow arouses Jason even more.

“Such a perfect slut.” Billy praises him, “You were made to take it. Look how deep into you I am.” he says, caressing the bulge of Jason’s once flat stomach, “Yeah. That’s me, baby. Deep inside your beautiful ass. How does that feel?” Billy grins.

“Hot. So fucking hot.”

“I knew you would like it,” Billy says, kissing Jason’s neck and carefully avoiding Jason’s lips.

“Are you one of those guys?” Jason manages to ask between one thrust and the other.

“What kind?”

“Those that don’t kiss during sex.” Jason groans.

“Oh, it’s not that. But, as you kindly pointed out before, my mouth was really close to your ass just a few moments ago and I don’t know if-”

Jason grabs Billy’s hair and smashes their lips together. The kiss is messy and confused, their teeth clash and Jason bites his tongue, but he can’t wait for a minute more, his mouth lax and open for Billy who takes the invitation and lets his tongue slide into Jason’s mouth.

He tastes of salted caramel with a hint of strawberries and peaches from the drink they drank before. Jason wonders how Billy would taste if it wasn’t for what he has eaten. Well… he’ll have another chance to find out. Or at least he hopes.

Billy thrusts get quicker and uncoordinated, “Are you close, angel? Because I am.”

Jason shivers, and one of his hands goes to his dick that’s still covered in cum and pouring precum once more. He strokes himself at the same rhythm Billy pumps inside him, getting faster and faster, his eyes clenched while he groans, boxed between Billy’s arms.

“Look at me.” Billy orders, “I wanna see you come.”

And who is Jason to refuse?

He opens his eyes, half blurred by the pleasure, “Just like that. Look at me when you come. I wanna see you. I wanna hear you scream my name from the top of your lungs. I wanna know you're mine.”

His?

It’s just sex talk, Jason shouldn’t get too much into his head, but now he can’t stop thinking about the man covered in tattoos with glitters on his chest that dragged him out from a club on a very bad night and that now is fucking him within an inch of  his life. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Say my name when you come,” Billy whispers in Jason’s ear, licking the shell of his ear.

“Billy. Billy. Billy.”He moans, jerking himself even faster, and then he flips his wrist the way he likes and he comes again.

“I knew you could do it. You're squeezing me so tight. Do you wanna milk me? Do you wanna make sure you get all my cum inside you? Want me to get you pregnant? Next time we might forget the condom, what do you say? Would you like to feel me fill you?”

Jason doesn’t know if Billy’s talk is for him or himself, but he knows he’s clenching his ass even harder.

“Just like that. It feels so good. So fucking good. Best ass I’ve fucked in a long time.” Billy moans, and with a particularly hard thrust and a throaty moan he comes inside the condom.

His dick twitches a few times inside Jason, but the policeman doesn’t complain, he likes the feeling of being stretched out around Billy’s dick.

“Fuck. That was good. Really good.” Billy chuckles, kissing Jason’s cheek, “You ok?” He checks.

“Perfect.”

It was absolutely perfect.

“Glad to know it,” Billy smirks, pulling out.

Jason whines a little, but Billy raffles his hair with fondness, “Wanna grab a shower or wanna stay right here for a bit? We can cuddle a bit if you want.” he winks.

“Cuddle?” Jason frowns.

“Yeah. That’s the main reason I buy expensive lube. So we can cuddle for a bit, and enjoy the sex afterglow without worrying about getting all sticky. We still have to take a shower sooner or later, but I enjoy relaxing with my lover. Is that ok?”

Billy seems almost embarrassed now, and Jason’s frown gets even deeper “Are you fucking with me?”

“No. Why would I?”

“We just fucked. And now you want to cuddle.”

“Yeah. But we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Billy immediately adds, getting off the bed and searching for the underwear that he had thrown somewhere during the last heated moments.

“No one has ever asked me for cuddles.”

Billy raises an eyebrow, “So that’s the problem? You don't want to do things no one asked you before?”

“It’s not that it’s just… it’s intimate, you know?”

“More than licking you open? More than pumping my dick inside your ass?” Billy chuckles.

“Don’t be an asshole,” Jason complains.

“Then don’t fuck with me. Yeah. I love to fuck. And yeah, I enjoy some cuddles after. We don’t have to, but I like them and if there’s a thing I learned in my life is asking for what I want. I might not always get it, but at least I asked. If I don’t ask I’ll never get what I want.”

“And you want cuddles?” Jason asks, still uncertain.

Billy gets closer and grabs Jason’s chin, “Did you hurt your head when you smacked it on the headboard? Should I take you to the hospital? That’s exactly what I keep saying. And if you don’t want to, it's ok. Look, the bathroom is the last door at the end of the hallway, I’ll give you a bathrobe and-”

“I want to cuddle. With you.” It takes so much strength to admit it, but Jason’s voice doesn’t tremble when he stares back at Billy and the tattooed man smiles at him, brushing some hair away from his face.

“Good. Come here.” He says, kicking the dirty sheets away, “I’d like to be the big spoon if it’s fine with you.”

Jason nods quietly and Billy opens his arms to accommodate him. They both smell of sex and sweat, Jason’s ass throbs and his dick burns from being jerked off so harshly, but for the rest, Jason never felt so good in his life.

“I need my phone-” he murmurs, while Billy is nuzzling at his neck.

"Why? Got a boyfriend to warn that you’ll be late?”

“No, no boyfriends or housemates just… I want to set an alarm.”

“What for? You told me you’re on vacation.”

“Don’t wanna fall asleep.”

“Would that be so terrible?”

“No but-”

“Then don’t worry. I’ll make sure to wake you up to get a shower if you want, but you can stay for however long you want. I’m not the kind of man that fucks you and then kicks you out of the house. Relax, angel. You’re good.”

And even if he tries not to, Jason falls asleep feeling  Billy's soft breath in his hair.

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

*Holds New York and Gov in each hand like how cats grab their kittens by the neck with their teeth and slams open your door with my foot* : Their current caretaker is stressing about her exams too much to take care of them right now so I am putting you in temporary charge of them for a while and Kota. Kota. Listen here. Be. Nice. To. Them. (/j) They should be smiling when I return to pick them up again.

Anyway in the meantime, while you're babysitting them, can I get some fluff hcs for these two please and thank you <3 (for your request for requests)

Awwww yayyyy I get to babysit :) dw this can only end good I prommy 🙏

Sometimes NY will just sit next to Gov’s desk at night while he works and sometimes Gov will give him headpats with on hand whilst using the other to work.

^though, if NY is having a rough night with anxiety and ptsd, Gov will hold him in his lap as he works and whisper comforting things to NY 😭

NY is the only reason Gov has ever worn anything other than a suit. And is the only reason that Gov has anything besides suits/formal clothes in his closet.

When Gov told NY about how PA kinda neglected him as a kid, NY went right up to PA and punched him in the face with no regard for his own safety (did he get beat tf up? Yes. Was it worth it cuz he felt that in a way he defended someone he loves? F*ck yeah).

NY loves cooking for other people (tho he would rather die than admit it), and sometimes cooks something for Gov to eat, drops in through the vents, and hops back up before Gov can say anything or process wtf just happened. He’s very greatful though.

This has definitely happened before:

"New York. Don’t you dare."

"[nudges the mug closer to the edge of the desk whilst staring him in the eyes]"

"New York."

"[bap and run]"

"DAMMIT GET YOUR GANGLY ASS BACK HERE-"

Gov thinks that no one can hear him crying but oh boy oh boy he’s wrong (shocker 🤯). New York can hear it. He can hear it very well. And he comforts Gov every time cuz that’s what friends/lovers do.

I see them both with long-ish messy hair, so NY will sit behind Gov and play with his hair. It feels very nice to Gov and makes him really really tired.

(If they’re dating) Gov got the shovel talk from Connie, NJ, and Mass, and NY got the shovel talk from PA (which was literally just PA pinning him down and yelling a bunch of death threats and making NY almost cry-). IDC would’ve given him a shovel talk, but she trusts NY and knows that he wouldn’t hurt her brother.

[thinkaboutmeff7au]

flash time 105 [nsfw]

1999.

All Shinra meetings are boring. All SOLDIER meetings are boring. I give Lazard credit for looking out for us, but man, nothing can make this drivel any more tolerable. Zack looks like he wants to jump out the window. I feel you, kid.

Seph is sitting across from me today. This is actually his usual spot--since we got together, he’s been sitting beside me. Sometimes he’ll even hold my hand under the table. Gay shit. Anyway, speaking of gay shit,

he will not take his eyes off me.

I catch him, and he meets them unflinchingly. Ooh, that’s sexy. There’s an intensity there that I see only every once in a while, and rarely in public. I can’t help but smirk. The buzz I had going from my morning smoke is starting to fade, so I don’t do something like, oh, I don’t know, bite my lip and lower my gaze. I think about it though.

“All right, I’ve kept you long enough,” Lazard says. “Dismissed.”

Zack sighs with so much relief, you think he’d just gotten released from a bear trap. “Good lord, finally,” he groans. “Seph, you wanna come down and--”

“No,” he interrupts, still staring at me. God! I feel naked standing here. Thankfully, Zack is blissfully unaware. “I’m going to have a smoke.”

“Oookay,” Zack says. “Catch y’all later, then.”

He spins out of his chair and bolts. I round the table to Sephiroth’s side, bumping him gently, and he takes the lead out of the conference room.

“Need to get out, huh?” I say. “I’ll take a smoke too. Could use a little more of a buzz.”

I can feel the intensity wafting off him. “I wasn’t actually thinking about that,” he says.

“Oh?”

I slow my pace. We’re alone here. Eventually, we stop and he can look down at me again with that intense stare. His lips part. My eyes drift down to his crotch. The uniform will mask it well, but I can still tell he’s hard.

“You wanna mess around?” I ask, even though it’s not quite a question.

He inhales audibly. “1sts training room.”

“You got it.”

He leads the way--we’re not far. A turn here, a sliding door there, a keycard swipe there. All the way I can imagine him moaning the way he does, when I have him on his knees, gripping his hips as I rail him over and over...God, I want to fucking taste him in my mouth. It doesn’t take much to rev me up when my mind is on it.

By the time we get to the training room and take the hard right to the supply closet, we’re both running. I push him in first and slam the door behind us, get the jump on him before he can think. I mash my face against his, kissing hard, hands snaked back up into that long, gorgeous silver hair.

He shudders under me, one hand on my back, the other grabbing my ass. What was going through your mind, babe? I stick my tongue in his mouth and I feel him melt. Oh, Christ...

We grind against each other, crotch to crotch, but he can’t take it for much longer. He needs more, he needs it now, and that desperation makes me crazy. He’s fumbling to undo the 3 standard issue fucking belts, and I help him, our hands together making it harder than it needs to be. But his cock is free at last, and my mouth is on it immediately.

He’s so hard...

“Fuck,” he sighs. “Gen...” 

I run my tongue underneath and suck, trying to undo my own uniform. My mind races--we’ve done a few handjobs and blowjobs in these closets, but nothing more than that. This one has a little more room, I could blow his back out here. The idea sends a surge through me and I moan on his dick.

As soon as I’m free, I let him go and stand up. “Turn...hah, turn around,” I pant, dizzy from the headrush. “I wanna...bend you over.”

“Mmm...” It’s not a protest, but he does make out with me again, and runs his fingertips down the back of my neck. Fuck! That drives me crazy!

That’s the point, though...

I break off and spin him around. He gets his pants off while I shake off my gloves and rifle through my jacket. I should keep lube on me, I’m queer enough anyway, but this Vaseline will do. I rub some between my fingers and spread him, fingering his hole to prep him. Oh, he moans immediately, shaking under the touch. He wants me to take him. Delicious, delicious.

I don’t want to wait much longer. I lube myself up (good fucking Christ, I needed to be touched; I was aching, aching) and push inside him, push in...deep, deeper, slowly, stretching him out...

“Nngh, c’mon...” he whispers, head down, hands flexing against the wall. He wants it bad, really bad.

So I’ll tease him. “What’s that?” I mutter, just as I bottom out. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” he huffs, clenching. “What...nngh, what are you waiting for?”

“Ask me nicely.”

He groans. “If you...were high, you would just...take what you wanted...”

“Oh, so now it’s okay if I’m stoned on the job?”

“Gen!”

I grab his hips and start to thrust. “Sorry, I’m gonna have to hold onto that,” I say with a laugh. “Ohh fuck, you feel good...”

Getting one’s ass pounded will shut anyone up, and this reduces Sephiroth to shuddering whimpers, which make me harder every time I hear them. There’s something about fucking the finest general SOLDIER’s ever come up with--strong, fast, beautiful, and just reducing him to this tight ass that ripples with every fucking push.

Ahh...

He’s thrusting in rhythm with me, hand on his own cock, but I reach around and swat him away so I can stroke him instead. He starts to stand up, making him tighter, making it harder to thrust, but oh so much hotter. His hair falls in my face, wafting the scent of flowers and sweat and sex through my nose...

My stroking is not as effective, and he’s aching to cum, so I push his back down and focus on my work, grabbing a fistful of his hair in the process. He moans again, back to jerking himself off, panting all the while.

“You want it, don’t you?” I egg on. He won’t be long. I dig my hand harder into his hips and pull his hair a little more. “I wanna hear it, I want you to cum hard...”

He starts to shake and clap a hand over his mouth, biting his glove. He’s too aware we could be discovered. Doesn’t matter. I still hear him whine and see a glimpse of cum slip through his hand from his cock. I grin wildly and keep thrusting...if he stays tight...I can make it too...

Seph...Seph...I want you...

He collapses against the wall, and when I press my whole body against him, that’s when it hits me. He still moans with the hard push, and my back arches and quivers. It’s over quicker than I would like, but the tingle in my neck and thighs linger...

We stay like this for a moment. I pull out slowly, and he only fully relaxes when I’m out. “Don’t get any on my uniform,” he mutters, the clarity coming back to him. “I just washed this.”

“You’ve got a spare, don’t you?” I say.

“Not the point,” he grumbles.

He straightens up and turns around toward me. He’s still half hard, but softening slowly. It’s still hot somehow, paired with his flushed cheeks and swollen lips. I smirk at him, wondering if I look the same to him. If so, he won’t show it. Not now, anyway.

“You’re lucky the locker room is right here,” he says, “otherwise I wouldn’t have let you do that.”

Damn, the fucking horny aura just evaporated from him like a bucket of ice water. Just means he’s back to his usual self, keeping it all under wraps. Typical. I can try to rile him up a little.

“You wanted it though, didn’t you?” I say. “If y--”

He grabs me by the face and kisses me hard again. “Yes,” he says into my mouth.

He pulls away, but takes longer to let go of my face. Well, well. Keep me guessing, will you?

(G.)

[qrrieterisunnq]

Accidents - Jack Hughes

jack!hughes x amara!james SUMMARY: Six situations when Amara thinks she made a bad impression on the Hughes family and one when they tell her, she’s the missing puzzle that missed in their family WARNINGS: anxiety, crying, fluff, Amara’s clumsiness, comforting Jack, unedited WORD COUNT: 7,32K AUTHOR'S NOTE: I worked on this for a really long time and I just hope you'll like it! likes are good, reblogs are better <3 PART OF STRAWBERRY GIRL AU

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— 1. SHE FALLS FROM THE STAIRS

The rays of the sun that managed to pass through the blinds are now falling on her boyfriend's face. He looks so peaceful, lying here in his bed in the lake house, surrounded by his family, his loved ones. She has noticed he is more relaxed than he was during the season.

Amara knows pretty well how much stress is pressed on him. Jack is the type of person, who always blames himself for the team's losses. She knows him well, and when he was out with an upper-body injury she saw how hard he took that his team was really bad on it.

Now, he is lying next to her, his features relaxed and softened, she hadn’t seen him like this in many months. Smiling she traces her finger across his cheeks, down his jaw, and to his neck, where she stops, resting her hand here.

“You know I can feel you staring?” his raspy morning voice touches her ears. A small smile tugged at his lips as her fingers danced on the skin of his neck.

“I know, I’m just admiring your handsome face.” She whispers, placing soft kisses on his chest.

“Yeah?” he whispers out, his eyes still closed. He tightens his grip on her, pulling her more onto him. “You think I’m handsome?”

“Why else would I be with you?” she says teasingly, a grin forming on her lips as she watches him open one eye, to look at her, immediately closing it because of the sun.

“Oh, I thought you were with me because of my hockey career and money.” He chuckles teasingly, tickling her sides gently.  

“Yeah, that too,” she laughs pinching his cheek. “But you're hot and I wanted to prove to myself, and actually to others, that someone like me can have a hot guy.”

“You, know, you can have every guy you want,” he whispers, kissing her forehead. “You’re hot. You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. You’re kind to everyone, even though you don’t like them. And the way you’re with kids, every kid loves you so much. And when you help retirees cross the crosswalk, I don't understand how such an angel can exist on earth.” A loving smile resting on his lips.

“We should get up,” she rolls off from him after a few minutes just staring at each other. “Everyone is probably awake, it's 8:50.” You murmur as you slip out of bed, walking over to the closet to get out her red bikini and Jack’s shirt with his baseball shorts.

Jack sits on the edge of the bed watching her dress up. A slap lands on her right ass cheek when she’s putting on the bikini bottom.

“Mine.” He growls, kneading her ass.  

“Yours.” She slaps his hands away, throwing his shirt and shorts on him.

“Hurry up, I’m hungry!” she says as she walks over to the bathroom, to wash her face and make her skincare routine.

Jack chuckles to himself, as he watches Amara walk in the bathroom, her hips swaying, causing a groan left his lips.

“Little tease.” He mumbles to himself shaking his head as he pulls the shirt over his head, a smile never leaving his lips. He doesn’t understand, how he manages to be loved by this amazing woman. With a smile, he walks over to the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe as he watches Amara sway her hips and hum a song under her nose. “Looking amazing, Berry!” watching her bend over the sink, as she washed her face from the cleanser.

“Thank you.” She grins up at him, water dripping from her face.

“Okay, I’m going down, okay,” Jack smiled at her, caressing her back. “When you’re done, come, I’ll make you a plate with food.”

“Thank you, baby.” A grateful smile lingers on her lips as she watches his back as he leaves his room.

As soon as she’s done with her skincare routine, she gets on the shirt and shorts she prepared earlier, takes her phone from the nightstand, and makes her way out of the room.

Looking down at her phone, she starts stepping down the stairs, chuckling over a message she just received on Tumblr, from one of her friends. Not careful enough, she trips over her leg. Her eyes grew wide, when she saw the stairs in front of her face, falling straight on them. She yelps in pain, as she rolls down the stairs.

“Amara!” Jack's eyes widen in horror as he sees his girlfriend falling down the stairs. He gets from the chair abruptly, causing it to fall with a thud, but he doesn’t care as he runs to her, dropping to his knees, and immediately pulling her in him. “What happened?” he asks her, but she doesn’t answer tears rolling down her cheeks her eyes closed shut. “Are you hurt?” She slowly shakes her head but winces in pain.

“Her knees.” Luke points to her blooded knees while he’s sitting next to her looking for other injuries.

“I’m coming for the first Aid kit,” Ellen says, rushing over to the kitchen, Jim following right behind her.

“Baby, look at me!” Jack let out desperately. He needs to see she’s okay. “Please.” He begs, caressing her cheek. She turns at him, her eyes red from the tears and her lips turned into a frown.

“My legs hurt.” She cries out, hiding her face in Jack’s chest.

“I know, baby, I know,” he sighs kissing the top of her head. “We’ll clean it up, and it’ll be alright, okay, love?” He coos her kissing her tears away. She nods her head, taking in a deep breath.

“So, ebfarfasing.” She mumbles in his chest, inhaling his scent.

“What?” Jack looks at Amara confused.

“We’re here!” Ellen shouts dropping to her knees next to Amara. “This will hurt a little honey!” sadness in her voice while she pulls out disinfection and cotton squares and plaster with spiderman. They all laugh at that. “Okay, this will sting a little bit.” She pours a little of the disinfection on the cotton square, carefully placing it on Amara’s blooded knees.

“Ow!” she winces, gripping Jack and Quinn’s hands hard.

“It’ll be okay, love,” Jack says painfully. He hates seeing his girl in pain. He is used to her clumsiness, but something like this has never happened, till today. Every time something was about to happen, he was there to catch her before she fell, he was there to catch the thing, that was about to break, or other things. This time, he wasn’t here, and that made him sick. “Just a minute.”

Amara leans into his chest, biting hard on her lower lip, when Ellen puts more disinfection on her wounds.

“Almost done, Ara!” Ellen announced sticking out her hand for Jim to place the plasters in. She places a clean square on the wound, which is then covered with a plaster. “There you go!”

“Thank you, Mrs. Hughes,” Amara says politely, wiping her tears away.

“No need, honey.” Ellen pats her tight, she stands up, with Jim's help, not that she needs any help, and takes the first aid kit with her to the kitchen.

“Luke, Quinn, please leave us alone for a minute. We’ll come to the breakfast in a minute,” Jack asks them, a concerned look on his face. He needs to know what happened, that she fell.

“Yeah, sure.” Quinn nods, he stands up, dragging Luke away.

“Amara, what happened?” Jack slightly caresses her legs, turning her around so he can see her facial expressions.

“I—I uhm…I wasn’t paying attention. I was on my phone, laughing over one message and my leg slipped or something, and then I was down.” A nervous laugh leaves her mouth, as she looks at him from under her lashes.

“Berry, you have to be more careful,” a sigh left his mouth just when he placed his hands on her tights. “I’m not here all the time to save you.”

“I know, it’s just hard with my personality and everything.” Guilt was written over her face, her eyes never leaving his.

There is comfortable silence between the two of them, as they stare into each other's eyes, when Amara’s eyes widen and she hides her head in her hands, groaning. “This is so embarrassing,” tears forming in her eyes. “They’ll think I'm completely stupid and can't even walk down the stairs.” One tear slipped over the edge rolling down her cheek.

“Oh, no baby, they won’t,” Jack wipes the tear away giving her a reassuring look. “They already love you, and they know you have ADHD. I know it wasn’t my place to tell them, but mom asked me about you a lot, and my brothers follow you on Instagram and know about it, so…” he trails off, smiling lovingly at her.

“No, that’s okay, I get it.” She kissed his lips quickly and rested his forehead on his. “And thank you.” You smile at him softly, looking deep into his blue eyes.

— 2. SHE ACCIDENTALLY DROPS THE BOTTLE OF WINE

Sitting by the bonfire at the lake house with the Hughes family and the guys' friends is so comforting and calming for Amara. She’s snuggled in Jack’s arms, her eyes slightly closed as she breathes in his comforting scent and silently listens to their conversation.

She feels Jack drawing small patterns on her bare tight, as his chest moves with his beautiful laughter. A small smile tugged at her lips at the sound of his laughter. He pulls her more into him his chin resting on her shoulder, and his hands slide down on her ass holding her close to him.

“Do we have another beer?” Trevor asks, causing Amara’s eyes to shoot open. She straightens her back, rubbing her eyes. Jack shoots Trevor an unpleasant glare, that he woke her up.

“Yeah, it’s in the fridge,” Luke mumbles his eyes glutted to his phone as he’s hurriedly texting to someone. “I’ll get it, I want one too anyway.”

“No, you stay, I’ll get it!” Amara says quickly, trying to stand up from Jack’s lap. However, he pulls her back shaking his head.

“You ain’t going anywhere.” He mumbles in her ear, placing a soft kiss on her neck.

“No, it’s okay! I’m tired, so I’ll go to sleep after that.” smiling at him,  she kisses his lips and stands up. Slowly she makes her way into the house yawning.

Jack’s eyes are pinned on her back, watching her walk inside. Her hips sway slightly, and Jack’s shirt she’s wearing ends right below her ass, causing his cock to twitch in his shorts. He shook his head, throwing his thought to the back of his mind, his eyes moving to Trevor who’s smirking at him.

“What?” Jack asks him, brows furrowed in v shape, trying to search for some explanation in his eyes.

“Just, she’s kinda…” he starts waving his hands in the air, causing Jack's brows to furrow even more, as he waits for him to finish his sentence. “Unique, I guess. But I like her, she’s funny, smart, and hot, so,” a wide smile resting on Trevor’s lips as he watched Jack’s expression soften.  He likes the way he’s around Amara. He’s a completely new person. Good person. He’s laughing so much more often than he was before her, he’s shining with love and happiness, which makes Trevor so happy. He likes this new him.

“Thank you, Z,” he nods his head, relief written all over his face. He’s glad that his best friend likes her because she means the world to him. “Means a lot, that you like her.”

“I know, J. I’m glad you’re happy and in love.”

“That was cheesy, Trevor,” Jack laughs just like the rest of the guys, who were listening to them. “Even for you.”

“Oh, shut up, you asshole! I was confessing my feelings and you just had to make fun of me!” Trevor pouts his lips, causing the guys to laugh even more. While the guys are laughing, Amara is getting out the beers from the fridge on the counter, so she can take them out. She pulls out a wine bottle, to get out the rest of the beers, but when she wants to put it on the counter, the bottle slips down, shattering into a million pieces.

Amara immediately gets down, tears forming in her eyes at her clumsiness, as she starts picking up the pieces of glass. Her eyes snap up when she hears some footsteps running down the stairs and inside the house, cutting her palm. The first who find her are Jim and Ellen, who when she sees Amara sitting on the floor, her palm covered in blood while she’s still trying to collect the glass, run over to her, to get her on her feet, throwing the glass in her palms in the trash.

In a few seconds, the guys are inside too, Jack’s eyes wide in panic. What doesn’t help him, is the sight of Amara’s bloody hand.

“What happened, dear?” Ellen asks her in a steady whisper tone, to calm her down.

“I—I uhm… I went to get the beers for the boys, and I had to take the wine bottle out, to the last two, but… uhm… but the bottle slipped from the counter and fell down,” she whispers tears running down her cheeks, as Ellen, washes her hand from the blood to see the cut. “I’m so sorry, I’ll buy you a new—“ Ellen stops her, shaking her head.

“No need, darling. Things happen. I don’t care about the wine, I didn’t even like this one,” she chuckles, looking into Amara’s eyes. She let out a quiet laugh, wiping the tears from her face with her good hand. “Okay, it’s not deep, so I just put a plaster on it and I’m sure it’ll be fine in a few days.” Ellen caresses her arm, getting the plasters. At that moment, Jack makes his way to Amara, his hands taking hold of hers.

“You okay, love?”

“Yeah,” she nods, looking down at the floor. The boys already cleaned it, throwing the glass in the trash. “I’m sorry,” she sighs dropping her head down. “I’m just embarrassing you, in front of your family and friends.”

“Don’t,” he shook his head. “You’re not embarrassing me. And even if you were. I don’t care,” he lifts her chin upward, so he can see her eyes. “I love you, the way you are. And that won’t change, berry.” He leans in kissing her forehead but backs up when his mom comes with the first aid kit.

“Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.” She says the same phrase a second time during those two weeks.

“No need, Amara.” She caresses your cheek, sending her a comforting smile.  She looks around, trying to find her boy, but instead, she’s met with weird faces from everyone in the room except from Jack and Ellen.

Exactly what she thought. Everyone thinks she’s not enough for Jack and is just embarrassing him.

With head hung low she bid goodnight to everyone, ignoring Jack's look, she kissed his cheek quickly, walking to his room.

“Really, thanks, guys, you couldn't make it more obvious.” Jack shook his head, running up the stairs to his room.

“What did we do?” Luke looks around at his mom, a confused look on his face.

“You were staring, Luke. I thought you knew how she was when you knew her longer than the boys…” Ellen sighs, as she makes her way past the boys and Jim to their room, so she can go back to her sleep.

“I still don’t get it.” Luke sighs, leaning his back on the counter and looking at the boys and his dad.

“She was embarrassed, Luke, and you kept staring at her,” Quinn says, pouring water in a glass. “And I may not know her long, but I can see how hard she tries to get along with us, and how hard she wants us to like her,” He drinks up the water, heading slowly to the stairs. “Anyway, I’m tired, I'm gonna call it a day.” He says waving to them and making his way up to his room. When he walks past Jack's door, he stops to find out what's going on.

“Baby!” Jack’s voice is full of nervosity and fear. “No, stop! I said it before, and I tell it now. I don’t care if my friends or my family don’t like you. I love you the way you are.” Quinn can hear the love in Jack’s voice as he speaks to her. Also, he can hear the fear of losing the love of his life.

“No, Jack. One day, you’ll realize, just like your family and friends, that I’m not enough for you. And you’ll leave me.” Amara sobs, her voice is shaky and quiet.

“Fuck!” Quinn curses, his head hanging low. He can’t let this happen. He sees in Jack’s eyes how much he loves Amara. The way he always catches her, when she’s about to fall, or when he has his hand on her lower back when she’s balancing on the edge of the curb or on the edge of the outdoor fireplace.

“No, I won’t! Baby, you have to trust me! I love you with everything I have in my heart,” Quin can hear Amara’s sobs, which are slowly stopping. “I love you so much, my berry. So fucking much!” the tears are now hearable in Jack’s voice too.

“I love you too.” She chokes on her words. Jack can’t keep his hands off of her. He brings her into his embrace, peppering her face with kisses.

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” he mumbles after every kiss he plants on her face, making a laugh escape her lips. “I swear to god, if you ever say something like this again, I might die!” he whispers against her lips as he kisses her gently.

— 3. SHE ALMOST DROWNS HERSELF IN THE LAKE

“MOM!” Luke yells when he gets on the boat, running towards you and his parents.

“What is it, Luke?” she sighs, looking up at him from her phone.

“Nothing.” He grins earning a smack from his dad on the back of his head. “Ow, what was that for?” he looks at Jim offended, scratching the back of his head.

“For being an asshole.” Jim grins at him.

“Amara, tell ‘em I’m not an asshole!” he looks at Amara, sitting next to her, pulling her in a hug, getting her all wet.

“Luke! You’re an asshole!” she squeaks, trying to get out of his hold. “Get off of me!” she laughs, smacking his bare chest when he doesn’t leave her.

“No! Not until you tell them I’m not an asshole!” he says, laughing with her when he tries to tickle her.

“Okay! Okay! You’re not an asshole!” she says between her laughs as she tries to get from his hold. Jim and Ellen watch them with a happy sparkle in their eyes. They like how’s Amara with their boys, they can see Luke’s smile whenever Amara acts like his older sister. Or the smile on Quinn’s face when she makes fun of herself just to make Jack laugh. But the most important thing they love about her is the way she loves Jack.

Ellen nudges Jim’s arm pointing her chin towards Jack, who is watching Amara and Luke with a big smile on his face.

“I like her.” She whispers in his ear, kissing his cheek lightly. Jim turns his head so he can look her in the eyes.

“Yeah, I like her too. She’s a bit clumsy and all but I guess that’s the ADHD.” He smiles back at her kissing her lips.

“Oh, come on! There are kids on the boat!” Quinn starts, gagging fakely at the interaction of his parents.

“Oh, shut up Quinn!” Jim shoots him a playful smirk, showing him a middle finger. Amara looks at Jim, laughing at his smirk together with Elen.

“Okay. Stop it, you two! Quinn, go cool yourself!” Elen points her hand to the lake with a playful smile on her lips. Luke lets out a snort, his arms still around her waist. He likes to be in her presence. “And you don’t laugh! You’re going too!” she looks over at Luke who is looking at her offended a gasp leaving his mouth. Ellen sends him a playful glare, ushering him to go into the lake.

“Luke stands up and starts walking after Quinn, but he turns around with a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. She raises your brow in confusion straightening herself. It’s only when he’s a few steps from her that she realizes what he’s thinking about.

“No, Luke!” she shook her head, trying to back more in the couch, she was sitting on. “Don’t you dare,” Amara’s voice is shaky from the fear of Luke throwing her to the lake. “I swear to God, Luke Warren Hughes! If you throw me in the lake I will—“ she yells out when Luke throws her over his shoulder, runs to the edge of the boat, and jumps in the lake.

She can feel the cold water on her skin as Luke jumps with her in the lake. His body weight drags her further into the deep, panic filling her eyes, when she sees him swimming up on the surface.

When the boys, hear the water splashing, they laugh, because the last thing they can see is Luke’s head, but when Jack looks over to the boat, expecting his girl standing on the edge, watching Luke jump in, panic fills his eyes. Not that she’s not standing here, but his parents are standing there, worry in their eyes, when Luke emerges from the water, and they don’t see Amara.

“Mom!” Ellen’s head whips in the direction of her middle son, seeing the panic and worry in his eyes. She takes in a sharp breath, no need for words, Jack swims over to where is Luke looking for Amara.

Quinn, who’s watching his brother in confusion, looks around noticing that Amara is missing. He lets out a curse, dipping his head underwater, swimming in the deep to find her. In a matter of few seconds, the rest of the boys are swimming towards them helping to find Amara.

The first to see her is Quinn. Immediately he swims to her, his eyes fill with panic when he sees Amara waving her hands in an attempt to get herself up. As soon as he’s shoulder-length away from Amara, he immediately grabs her hand and pulls her to his chest. Amara wraps her arms around his neck and legs around his waist clinging onto him for her dear life, as he swims with her to the surface. Amara’s coughs fill the area as soon as they get out from under the water. She gasped for air, her eyes teary from the lack of air she had.

“I’ve got you!” Quinn says in her ear, his hand on her head as he swims with her to the boat with Jack hot on his tail. When Quinn gets to the back of the boat, Jim and Ellen are already there, helping him to sit Amara on the edge. Ellen wraps her in a towel, to dry her and get her warm.

“Berry!” Jack whimper out hopping up on the boat, wrapping his arms around her. A worry in his eyes still lingers as he looks for any injury on his girl. The boys had already gathered around, worry in their eyes when they saw her teary eyes. “A—are you o—okay?” a shaky voice leaves his mouth, his eyes glued on Amara. She looks at him, nodding her head and leaning on him.

“Thank you, Quinn.” Her voice is hoarse from the coughing.

“Yeah, thanks Q.” Jack whispered, his eyes holding so much gratitude. Quinn nods his head, a small smile tugging on his lips.

“Okay, guys! I think it’s time to head home!” Ellen announces urging the boys to get out of the water.

“Amara…I—I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.” Luke’s voice is quiet and full of regret for doing so.

“It’s okay, Lu,” she smiles at him, extending her hand towards him. He puts his in hers and she pulls him closer in a hug. His head resting on her collarbone due to him being still in the water. “You didn’t know.” She caresses his cheek pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.

“Go dry yourself, Luke!” Jack sends him a smile, patting his shoulder.

“Yeah, ‘m going!” he hung his head low as he jumped up on the boat walking over to Ellen for a towel.

“You, okay, my Berry?” Jack asks as soon as Luke leaves. Amara turns to him nodding her head soft smile resting on her lips.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she sighs resting her head on his shoulder. “But I just made a scene, again.” She sighs looking in the distance.

“No, you didn’t. Nothing happened.” He ensures her and kisses the crown of her head. “It’s not your fault, Berry! If it’s anyone's, it's Luke’s.”

— 4. SHE STARTS LAUGHING WITH COKE IN HER MOUTH

“Okay! Quinn truth or dare?” Trevor asks, his voice hooded by the alcohol running in his system. He’s sitting opposite Amara and Jack. Her legs are swung over Jack’s tights as he draws small patterns on her skin right below where her shorts end.

“Truth,” Quinn says as he sips from his beer, she looks at him, chuckling at his bored expression.

“Oh, you’re boring!” he shakes his head. “Okay so,” he trails off, trying to figure out what to ask him. A mischievous smirk forms on his lips as he asks, “If you had to choose what position would you do for the rest of your life, which one it would be?” he smirks, knowing damn well Quinn hates talking about his personal life.

He let out a sigh shaking his head at his questions. “Probably doggy style but her chest pressed in the bed,” He grins when he sees the surprised looks on the guys' faces. They didn’t actually expect for him to answer it. “Berry, truth or dare?” he looks over at Amara, completely ignoring Trevor’s gaze.

“Dare,” she says confidently, a grin on her lips thanks to the few shots she already had. Quinn’s lips quirked up at her confidence, but he knew her really well and even though she had some alcohol running through her veins, she was still the shy and insecure Amara he got to know a few weeks ago.

“Okay, then I want you to drink a whole Coke can in ten seconds.” He smirks at her. It is slightly impossible for her to make it, but he doesn’t want to give her some inappropriate dare. He wanted her to have five minutes in heaven with Jack, but he knew she wouldn’t be comfortable with that one.

“That’s an easy one,” she shakes her head, looking over at Cole who's handing her the can. “Thanks.” She smiles at him and cracks open the can.

“Okay! I’m starting the countdown,” Trevor grins at her showing her the countdown on the phone. “Three, two, one, and now!”

Amara puts the can to her lips and begins to drink quickly as the boys count down. It's almost over when Trevor yells that it's over and falls off his chair, making everyone including Amara laugh.

That is the moment when Amara realizes that she has still the coke in her mouth. Her eyes grew wide when she felt the Coke running up her nose as she laughed again, splashing the Coke all over Trevor’s shirt. Everyone grows quiet as they watch Amara. Tears spring up in her eyes as she starts apologizing.

“I—I’m so sorry. I didn’t…” she shakes her head slowly standing from her seat. “Excuse me.” She stutters out, running inside the house and up the stairs to Jack’s room.

She feels so stupid.

There is no way Jack’s friends would like her after this.

She made a complete fool of herself. This whole summer, she’s just doing everything to make his friends and family think she’s not enough for him.

She sat herself down on his bed, looking at her Coke-stained shirt.  The tears she’s been holding in finally fall over the edge rolling down her cheeks.

She hangs her head low, looking down at her hands in her lap, thinking about what a fool she made of herself. How could she start laughing with a mouth full of Coke? It wouldn’t be the worst thing if she ended up laughing, the worst thing was that the Coke squirted from her nose. She reaches for the napkins that are on the nightstand so she can blow that coke out of her nose.

“Berry? Can I come in?” Jack says from behind his door, his head leaning on the door and his eyes closed. He hates the feeling he has in his chest. The feeling of helplessness of not knowing how to help his girl to feel better or not stupid.

“Yeah,” she hums looking up at him as soon as he steps into the room. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“Hey, it’s okay!” he sits next to her pulling her to his side. “No one is mad at you,” He shakes his head searching for her eyes. “Hey, look at me!” he places his fingers under her chin raising her head so he can look him in the eyes. “The same would probably happen to them too, okay. Really no one is mad at you.” She smiles at her kissing her forehead.

— 5. SHE AND JACK HAD AN ARGUMENT

“Baby I sw—“ Jack is cut off by Amara’s scoff that leaves her lips.

“No! I saw the looks on their faces every time I did something embarrassing. The look on your dad's face when I fell down the stairs, or the look on the guys’ faces when I accidentally dropped the wine bottle the same goes with the lake two weeks ago and the Coke too!” Amara yells at him, her hands in the air as she’s pacing around his room.

“But that wasn’t because they think you’re embarrassing yourself! They were just in shock and didn’t know what to say!” he exclaims throwing his arms in the air. “Fuck! Amara, they love you, okay!!” his hands run through his hair as he looks up at Amara who’s still pacing over the room. “And even if they don’t. I. Don’t. Fucking. Care.” He stands from his sitting position and walks over to her, his hands grabbing hers and pulling her in his chest. “I love you no matter what.”

Amara pulls herself away from him shaking her head. “Well, you shouldn’t. I know I’m not enough for you. Look at me!” she scoffs shaking her head, tears now running down her cheeks.

“Baby–” Ellen who’s just walking past Jack’s room has to stop in her way because the hurt and sadness in his voice made her curious about what’s happening.

“I’m fat, I have ADHD and I’m not even popular. You should date someone on your level. A gorgeous blond slim girl, with tons of followers and a lot of money.” Ellen can hear Amara’s loud crying voice. She quickly made her way down to where are the other boys sitting, their heads turned towards the stairs and the worry written on their faces confirmed to Ellen, that something serious was probably going on.

“What’s going on?” she looks at Quinn who is closer to the stairs and probably heard everything.

“They…uhm…I’m not sure but I think it’s because of us,” he mumbled, his hand running along his jaw. “Amara is convinced, we don’t like her, because of the accidents that happened to her during the last few weeks so—” their heads turn towards the stairs when they hear a door slamming and then loud steps. Watching the stairs, they see Amara with red eyes, as she stomps down the stairs. She stops on her steps when she sees the guys and Ellen sitting there, and all their attention is on her. She quickly wipes her tears and jolts when she hears the door close again.

“I—I'm so sorry,” she whispers under her nose and runs out of the house when she hears Jack’s steps.

“Berry!” he shouts after her as he runs down the stairs.

“Jack, what happened?” Ellen asks when he stops on the stairs looking for his girl.

“We uhm…we fought, I guess?” he sighs running his hands through his hair his eyes searching the place for his girl until they find her, sitting on the couch at the back of their house. “I—I don’t know what it was. She just started to talk about how you don’t like her because she has ADHD and that I should date someone that is on the same level as me and…” tears now forming in his eyes. “I—I told her I love her, but she—” he shakes his head, a quiet sob leaving his mouth. “Mom—” he chokes on his words, looking at his mom. Ellen quickly looks towards the four boys sitting on the couch, pleading them to leave her and Jack alone.

“Honey, breathe,” she takes his hands in his and leads him towards the couch. Ellen sighs, her eyes focused on his middle son. “Okay, now listen to me,” she takes his cheeks in her palms forcing him lightly to look at her, his eyes red from the tears. Seeing his son like this breaks her heart, but she knows what Amara’s going through, and that breaks her heart even more. “Amara is afraid, you’ll leave her for someone better than her. And I know you won’t, but even I had these insecurities when I and dad were dating,” she smiles at him, wiping away the tears. Briefly, she looks over at Amara, finding her sitting next to Quinn, who has a reassuring arm around her as he’s telling something to her.

Amara’s head is resting against Quinn’s shoulder, she’s listening to Quinn’s words. “I know it’s hard, Ara. I’ve been in this situation too, but you have to trust Jack, that he loves you. And I can tell he’s head over heels for you.” Quinn wiggles his brow at her, earning a giggle from her. “And I can see how much you love him. Don’t let the fear ruin your relationship with J.”

“Thank you, Quinn. I uhm… I know I probably didn't make the best impression, with all the things I have done, but I uhm, really appreciate you.” She smiles up at him, her eyes shining with something Quinn can’t name, but he likes the way the warm feeling runs through his chest, knowing he probably saved his brother’s relationship.

— 6.  SHE GOT HER PERIOD EARLIER

It is the first week of August, which means Amara has to leave in two weeks, to prepare herself for her the university which won’t start until two weeks after she comes home, but she needs time to buy her things and make her calendar.

But right now, she’s lying with Ellen on the blanket on a boat, while the boys are in the water, jumping from the boat and just messing around.  

She’s feeling the hot sun on her skin with the water droplets that fall on her when the boys are around them. She turns her head when she hears Ellen moving next to her.

“Want a drink, Ara?” she asks her, a smile on her lips as she adjusts her bikini.

“Yeas please.” Amara sends her big toothy smile, earning a chuckle from Ellen. During the few weeks she spent with Jack’s family, she felt wanted and loved, especially by Jack’s parents, which is something she has never experienced.

Her parents were acting cold to her, when they found, out their perfect daughter have ADHD. They never came to her recitals or any important events she had in school or now in university.

“Ara,” Ellen calls for her, a soft smile on her lips, but her brows are furrowed.

“Something happened?” Amara looks at her, moving on her forearms, so she isn’t lying when she speaks with Jack’s mom.

“Uh… uhm nothing, just,” she looks around, making sure, none of the boys is around. “You got your period sweetie.” She points slightly at the wet red spot on the blanket.

“Oh my god,” Amara whispers. She immediately sits, looking around herself, if anyone saw. “I-I am so sorry. They weren’t supposed to come until Sunday, so-so I thought,” she rambles out, reaching for her tower to cover herself.

“Hey, it’s okay! This can happen to everyone,” she says calmly, walking over to the box where is clothes. “Here, try these on. I never wore them and I think you’ll look stunning in them,” Ellen hands Amara a pair of blue bikini swims. “Go change! I’ll wait here, make sure no one sees you, and change the blanket. And I don’t know if you use tampons or pads, but I have both here.”

“Thank you.” Amara smiles up at Ellen with appreciation in her eyes.

“You change?” Jack asks an hour later when the boys finally get out of the water.

“Yeah, uhm. My cramps came earlier than I thought, and your mom had spread a pair of swims so I borrowed them for today.” She whispers, embarrassment written all over her face.

“Oh,” he nods looking over at his mom and sending her smile. “Well, you look good in them,” he tickles her side as he sits next to her, pulling her closer to his side. “And don’t worry about the period thing. Mom is happy that you are here. She always wanted a daughter and she is beyond happy to have you here.” He kisses the side of her head as he speaks to her.

“But still, it's so embarrassing.” She mumbles again, shoving her face in the crock of his head.

“No, it’s not, berry. This can happen to everyone. And what I remember when I was younger. This happened to my mom too, many times. It’s completely normal.”

“What are you? A specialist on women's problems?” you chuckle in his neck, planting small kisses here and there.

“Sure I am. You don’t know I was supposed to be born as a girl? But then this thing,” he points to his groin. “Happened. But you know him really well.”

— +1. THE MISSING PIECE OF PUZZLE

It is Amara’s last full day, in the lake house. Her plane is taking off tomorrow early in the morning. She’s excited to go home, first because she just wants her quiet apartment for a while, and second, she’ll finally see her little fluffy baby, Esmeralda. Jack will drive her to the airport, seeing her off, but will fly there a week after her, just to give her some time alone.

 Right now, she’s sitting on the couch, in the backyard Ellen is sitting next to her with a book in her hands, Quinn and Jim are standing in front of the grill, doing some food, and Jack and Luke are playing football.

Amara’s eyes are glutted on her shirtless boyfriend, who runs around the yard while Luke is chasing him. She’s so happy to be there with him, his family, and his friends. Unfortunately, they had to leave two days ago to spend time with their families and prepare for the upcoming season.

“Watch out!” you don't realize what's going on until a football ball hits her in the face.

“Ow,” she whines, dropping her face in her hands. “Fuck,” she whimpers, tears rolling down her cheeks, probably from the shock and bit from the pain.

“Oh, my god, Amara, honey!” Ellen, gasps, dropping her book and scooting closer to her to look at her face.

“Baby! Fuck! You okay?”

“Ara! I’m so fucking sorry!” Jack and Luke yell at the same time, as they run to them.

“I-It’s okay,” Amara let out in a shaky voice “Just, hurts a little,” she put down your hands, spotting Jack and Luke still running towards her. Ellen gasps and stands up from her seat as she looks at Amara, she looks at her. “W-what?”

“Oh my god, baby! You are bleeding!” Jack shouts out of breath, as he kneels in front of Amara. Ellen sends him a glare, shakes her head, and walks inside the house.

“I-I’m so sorry, Ara!” Luke sighs, the guilt in his voice is clear to her ears. Amara looks at her other side, almost screaming from surprise when she sees Quinn and Jim looking at her, worry written all over their faces.

“It's okay, it doesn't hurt that much,” she sends Luke a smile, reassuring him, when she looks back at him. However, the expression on his face tells her, he isn’t sure about it. She extends her hand towards him, waiting for him to grab it. “It’s okay, Lu. I promise, it’s just a small cut, I’ll live with that.” she squeezes his hand, waiting for him to say or do something.

“Okay.”

After a while, Amara’s cheek is cleaned and treated, and they all are sitting around the table with food on their plates. Jack is sitting next to his girl, his hand on her tight, as he talks with his brothers.

Amara’s eyes run over the table enjoying the atmosphere they have here. All her childhood she wished that her family would be like this. They were, until she was five, and the doctors told her and her parents she had ADHD. That was the moment everything in their family changed.

“Ara,” Ellen’s voice makes Amara turn her head at her, a soft smile on her lips.

“Yeah?”

“We just want to thank you, that you are taking care of our boy! And how glad we are you could have spent the summer here with us!” she smiles widely at her, completely catching Amara off guard.

“Oh it’s more like, he’s taking care of me.” You giggle drawing the attention of the three brothers to you.

“Yeah, but you are here for him, so we are here for you! And I’m really glad I could’ve met you. You are like the daughter I’ve never had.” Ellen reaches his hand towards Amara, she places her hand in Ellen, squeezing it slightly, tears pricking in her eyes at Ellen’s kind words.

“You truly are an amazing person, Berry! And I’m a little jealous of Jack!” Quinn smiles at him, the tips of his ears are red when everyone looks at him with shock. He never was the type of person who would express his emotions.

“Yeah, Quinn’s right! You are the most amazing girl I have ever met! I really enjoyed the summer with you!” the tears that were in her eyes were sliding down her cheeks. Jack who’s sitting next to her, is smiling widely, his arm now around her shoulders as he pulls her into him.

“T-Thank you! It means a lot to me that you uhm, that you like me,” she whispers, taking in a deep breath. “Uhm, I-I really enjoyed the time here.”

“Yeah! We did too. You are the missing piece of the puzzle that we missed.” This time is Jim the one who speaks, his word sends another wave of tears to Amara’s eyes. Impulsively she stands up from her seat, walking over to Jim to give him a tight hug. “Thank you.” Jim smiles tightening his arms around her.

[sweetsbfreex]

date night

summary: "..I would love to see mafia!steve and reader have a date night and be so suave and flirtatious. Meanwhile Elysia is running rings around the babysitter, and when the couple come back she’s all cute and tucked up"

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"a mafia Steve hc with the “wear whatever u want I can fight”

in the dad!mafia!steve universe

pairings: dad!mafia!steve rogers x wife!reader

warnings: none!

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“Honey, are you gonna wear the emerald tie?” You shout to Steve from your closet, sitting at your vanity as you put on your necklace. 

“Yeah, you asked me to,” Steve answers, the click of his shoes moving closer, as he adjusted his cufflinks. 

You smile at his cuteness. Not many, if any, could say they had Steve Rogers following their every word. 

When Steve stops at the entrance of your spacious, walk-in closet. He stops at the sight of you. 

You hid what you would wear tonight, the only hint being his tie color. He knows no matter what you wear, you’ll always shine. But this was killer. 

The emerald green dress falls over his wife gracefully. With a decent amount of her cleavage that makes him clench his jaw with need. 

“Look at my gorgeous girl,” he whistles. 

You smile up at him when he’s at your side, his hand out to raise you from your seat. He twirls you once, like a dainty fairy. Then stiffly brings you to him, your back to his chest. 

He moves your hair to the side. Your neck bare to him as he kisses up and down the side of your neck. His plump lips suck and nip at your skin, basking in your shallow breaths and fastened pace. 

“You’re gonna keep me strapped with a fucking hard on, with this little get up.” 

Impatiently, his hands grope at your sides, bunching up the fabric. That is until you stop his hands, turning so you are facing him. 

“You’ll wrinkle the dress,” you tell him, bringing your hands up to cup the sides of his neck. 

His hands fall to the lowest point of your back, fingers grazing the top of your ass. “You expect me to keep my hands to myself while you’re in this?” He scoffs. “Send me the dry cleaning bill” he leans down to kiss you, grinning when he pulls away and you wipe the lip gloss from his lips. 

“Are you sure this is alright?” Your hands run down your dress subconsciously. It was your first date night in a while. You didn’t want anything messing it up. 

“Honey, are you kidding me? You look phenomenal. So ignore whatever contradictions those thoughts of yours are telling you,” he kisses your cheek. 

“Thank you. You look really handsome.” your thumb runs over his bottom lip, gazing your eyes to his. “Your ass looks great too” you reach your other hand to slap it. 

“Woah!” He jumps in jest, chuckling. “Save that for tonight, all right?” he says this with a satisfied smirk. 

You giggle at his joke, bringing his face down for one more kiss. When you pull away, his stare seems intense. 

“Fuck.” He sighs as he gives you a once over, palming your cheeks. “I’m gonna have to fight someone off tonight, aren’t I?

“Shut up,” You laugh, kissing him again and again. “Let’s go before we miss the reservation”

In reality, for a man of Steve’s status, the restaurant would hold the reservation for as long as needed. No matter what, they’d be prepared and ready to service the Rogers’. The hefty tip was an added bonus, always causing disarray between the employees. 

-

Elysia sits next to Giana, the second oldest of the Gotti family. One of the few people you and Steve could trust to watch and protect Elysia if anything were to happen. 

She’s sixteen, and the biggest book lover you’ll ever meet. Her t-shirt compliments her brown skin and she’s all dressed up to babysit, with her curls up and out of her face. 

The two girls are sitting on the living room floor, completing a puzzle. 

“Wow!!” Elysia cheers, running to hug your legs, then Steve’s who lifts her onto his hip. 

“Thank you, honey” you lean to kiss her cheek. 

“You guys look great!” Giana compliments with a smile on her face. 

“Thank you so much, gigi,” you say at the same time Steve says thank you. 

“G, we’ll be back by 11, the latest. The credit card is on the dining room table, if you’re hungry or need anything, feel free to use it. And make sure this bug,” Steve tickles a squirming Elysia’s stomach. “Is in bed by nine, if you can. God forbid anything happens, you know which bookcase right?” 

“I do. All good,” Giana replies. 

“Okay, we’ll see you guys soon. Thank you so much for watching her” You kiss Elysia’s cheek multiple times, before you and Steve are hugging Giana goodbye.

-

PER SE 

The restaurant is dimly lit and the pleasant, soft sound of Louis Armstrong’s La vie en rose adds to the picturesque atmosphere. 

Your hand in hand with Steve as you follow the host to your seat. It’s private, lit with a beautiful chandelier and candle sat in the middle of the table, and pale pink peonies scattered around the table top. 

Your heart skips at the thought. The restaurant wouldn’t do this on their own, you know Steve had requested it. Peonies we’re your favorite. 

Steve pulls out your seat then pushes it in, then he’s sat across from you. One hand rests on the table, asking to hold yours. 

“Good evening, I’m Antonio. May I take your order for drinks, Mr and Mrs Rogers?” 

“You’re best red wine and a Château d'Yquem for the Mrs.” The accent rolls off his tongue gracefully. You love the way his voice goes down a pitch when he speaks another language. 

You pinch your eyes together at your husband. 

“Please,” he adds gravely. You smile at him. 

“Thank you,” you add, smiling up at the man. 

-

AT HOME

“Can I have a cookie, please?” Elysia pops up from her hunched figure over the puzzle. 

“Your mom said no sweets after eight,” Giana replies.

“Please!” She pleads once again, holding onto Giana’s arm. 

“I’m sorry, Lys, but your ma said no.”

“Fine.” Elysia huffs. Then she screams. She screams to her highest pitch relentlessly, hands in fists at her side. 

“Shh,” Giana tries, but to no avail. “Okay! Okay! Just one!”��

“Thank you!” Elysia smiles sweetly, lifting herself off the floor as she skips to the kitchen, awaiting Giana. 

Oh frick. Giana thinks to herself. 

-

PER SE 

“Do you remember when we went roller skating on our third date?” You ask, taking a bite of your mussels. 

“Yeah, but only because you asked to, I would never embarrass myself for a girl that wasn’t you.” Steve answers. “Try this,” he stretches his arms to bring his spoon to your lips. 

You smile at what he said. This man loved you so much and you couldn’t be more grateful. 

Roller skating was your idea, only because you wanted to try something a bit more active. You knew Steve probably wasn’t up for it, but you would never know with how quickly he replied with “Whatever you wanna do, sweetheart, I’m all yours.” 

The both of you busted your asses all night, but you did it together, alone. Steve rented out the place for a few hours, and got the DJ to play your playlist. 

“I really appreciate that, you know,” 

“What?” Steve wonders. 

“How sweet you are to me. You’re always willing to do whatever I wanna do and you’re always there. It's just nice. So thank you”

His eyes soften at your admission, “Honey, it’s my job. You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” He smiles, before reaching over to kiss you. 

-

AT HOME 

“Do you wanna play hide n seek?” 

“Okay, but this is the last thing we do before bedtime. And it has to be on this floor” 

Elysia is already dressed down in her cream, silk pajama set. All Giana has to do is set her in her bed, read her a bedtime story, and play one of her lullabies. 

“Okay! You count, G. I hide” Elysia orders, tapping her foot as she waits for Giana to turn around and count. 

Once she starts, Elysia goes to the kitchen and quickly ducks into her special hiding spot. 

Giana turns around and quickly realizes how bad of an idea this is. Their house is expansive. There’s an unlimited variety of crooks and crannies that Elysia’s small body could fit through. 

Giana walks through the living room, “Lys? Maybe we should just go to bed.” She couldn’t lie, but she was getting freaked out with eerie silence.

“AHh OMG!” 

When Giana finally walks through the kitchen, she feels something warm touch her ankle. 

A familiar giggle bounces off the walls as Elysia’s head pops out a cupboard, “You scream like mommy!”

“Bedtime, Elysia” Giana huffs.

-

PER SE

Steve sits in his chair with a huff. You squint at the noticeable wrinkle in his shirt, the light perspiration over his hair line, and the redness over his knuckles. 

“What were you doing just now?” your eyebrow raises at the way he gulps down the rest of his cool drink. 

“Some asshole owes me money. Two birds one stone,” he answers.

“Steve,” you chastise.

“I promise this was not a factor in our date spot, the prick just so happened to be here.” Steve shrugs innocently. “I didn’t even hit him, just knocked him around a little.”

“C’mon don’t pout, baby” he leans over, running his thumb over the bottom of your lip. But to no avail.

“Maybe this will lift your mood,” he smiles, placing a small, red bag in front of you. 

You begin to remove the tissue paper, “What would lift my mood is if my husband wouldn’t-- oh my gosh!” you gasp.

Steve sits in his seat smugly, watching your mood lift. 

“How did you even get this?” you question Steve, running your palm over the smooth, black, leather purse. “This isn’t released for another year.”

“C’mon, baby, do you know who I am?” 

Steve doesn’t even attempt to hide the cockiness in his features and in the tone of his voice. Flourishing in the glowing smile on his other half’s face. 

You launch from your seat into Steve’s lap. Your hands thrown over his neck as place kiss after kiss to his scruffy cheek. “I love you, so much,” you kiss Steve again. 

“I love you,” Steve replies, an arm wrapped around your waist as his hand gropes your ass. “Let’s hurry home.”

-

AT HOME

You and Steve are welcomed to a quiet house, except for the low sound of the television in the living room. 

“Hey, G” you greet Giana, “Did everything go well?”

Giana, seated on the couch, looks up from her phone. “Everything was wonderful,” she cheers, standing up.

“I’m glad everything was okay, thank you so much for watching her for us,” you hug her before turning to Steve, “I’m gonna go check on Lis.”

As you walk past him, you brush your hand down his arm. Steve can’t help but stare at your retreating figure. When you're no longer there to keep him entranced, he turns to Giana with a smile on his face. 

“Thank you so much, G. Me and Y/n really needed a night out, I appreciate you and your parents for letting you watch her for a bit.”

“Of course, Mr. Rogers”

There was a beat of silence, “..Now be honest, she was a little demon wasn't she?” 

“The worst!” Giana groans, hands rubbing down her face. “But it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle, She was just in a mischievous mood tonight. But she’s an angel, don't worry.”

Steve laughs at Giana’s response and story of the mis happenings of tonight. Steve wasn’t in this profession for nothing. The strained yet genuine smile in Giana’s face gave her away automatically. 

“For tonight, thank you again.” Steve holds a decent amount of money in his hand towards Giana. A decent amount, but way too much for a kid her age. 

“Oh no Mr Rogers. This a lot”

“It’s nothing. Your father would kill me if I let you come back with a measly $100,” Steve jokes. 

Giana grabs it a bit reluctantly, “Thank you so much,” she smiles.

“It’s nothing, I’ll walk you out.”

-

When Steve hits the top of the stairs, he watches you lean against the doorframe of Elysia's bedroom. He looms over you, cocooning his body into yours as his arms wrap your waist. 

Your hands lay over his, and you giggle when the scruff of his beard can be felt against the hinge of your jaw as he places light kisses there. A sigh of content falls from your lips.

“You have a great night tonight?” Steve asks, voice low. 

You angle your face until you’re looking at him, “The most perfect night.” you respond, placing an easy peck to his lips. 

“I’m glad to hear that,” Steve brings a hand, his palm cups your face as his thumb sits right under your chin. 

-

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[iliaclwrites]

hiiii!!! I need more Eddie x cheerleader please! maybe almost getting caught by the party when she was visiting Eddie at hellfire she had to hide the entirety of a campaign? anything really!

dkjjdkgkjndg i can just see Eddie's eyes going wide before shoving the reader into a closet somewhere . thank you for the request owo

You rested your back against the prop closet, giggling as Eddie caged you in with his arms, tilting your head up to look at him as you continued talking about your day. "And then Andi Frick sprained her ankle at lunch practice, like clean snapped it during a full-out, so that means Chrissy is going to cover her tumbling for the rest of the season."

Eddie frowned. "Is that Andi with the ten puppies, or the Andi with the boyfriend who looks like a fish?" he asked, and you slapped his chest. "What! I'm not wrong. He looks like a fish person, and not in the hot mermaid kinda way."

You huffed, blowing a hank of hair out of your eyes. He rescued you, tucking the hair behind one ear, stopping as he caught your gaze. Your pretty, pretty boyfriend was staring at you as though you'd hung up the stars, and you reached up on your toes to plant a sweet kiss at the corner of his mouth.

"What was that for, princess?" Eddie murmured, wrapping a finger around your chin to tilt your head slightly, returning the soft kiss. His other hand snuck around your torso, making the hem of your cheer uniform rise. You dropped your pom poms to wrap your arms around his neck.

You shrugged, sighing as his mouth made its way down your throat. "Just sayin' thank you," you mumbled, voice catching when he nicked you gently with his teeth. "You treat me so good."

"Damn straight," Eddy agreed. "Nothing but the best for my best girl."

He shoved you into the closet.

"I-- Eddie?!" you squawked, trying to open the door. He'd slammed his back against it, and was shouting loudly to the members of Hellfire trouping down the stairs, and you hissed a soft oh fuck, resting your head against the closet slats. You could see your pom poms on the floor, and you hissed, praying no one would see them.

"Gentlemen!" Eddie called, letting the kids file into the room. "I hope you're ready to get your shit absolutely rocked by Strahd," he said, moving away from the closet. "But, uh. Maybe a short one today, bold adventurers. I've got, uh, laundry."

There was a curious silence. "...Laundry," the dark haired one repeated in a flat voice. "Sure. Okay. We'll buy that, won't we, guys?"

A young voice, even younger than Eddie's usual Hellfire crowd, chirped out. "Can we please get started," she complained, and you pressed closer to the door to see what the hell Eddie was doing with a middle schooler. "Mom's making pot roast for dinner."

"Is she?" asked the one you recognised from the basketball team. "Aw, hell yeah!"

The campaign started. You watched as Eddie whirled around them like a cyclone, pacing up and down the table as he spun the story of the travellers being stuck in Valakhi. You smiled fondly, recognising the bits of dialogue as ones he'd been testing on you the night before, attempting to nail his lines perfect for today's session. Your stupid boy.

When the session wrapped up, your knees sore from being tucked into position for so long, you heard everyone head up the steps to the door. Just as you were about to creak the closet open, a voice stopped you.

"Laundry my ass," said the girl. Lady Applejack.

"Huh?" you heard your boyfriend say, his figure stopping where he was taking down his Dungeon Master screens. "What do you mean?"

Applejack sighed. "Boys are so stupid," she said to the air, before huffing. "Nice pom poms, jackass. Tell your girlfriend to join in, next time."

[sillyrabbit81]

I love your writing🖤 could you write something where syverson has to take care of his drunk s/o after she comes back from girls night 😂? please but no pressure

Thanks for the prompt Anon! Sorry it’s taken me so long!

When you say “take care” of… I’m not sure if this is what you meant but here you go.

Summary: You leave your Girls’ Night early because you have needs.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: approx. 2k

Warnings: Complete smut, Dad!Sy, Husband!Sy (apparently these need a warning), dirty talk, praise kink, suggested Daddy kink, masturbation, p in v sex, drunk sex

Authors Note: Thanks to @amberangel112 for beta reading. Edited by me, there will be errors.

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Girls’ Night Needs

Fumbling at the front door of your house, you finally turn the key to the screen door. Success! Ok, one down one more to go. You concentrate really hard, blinking several times as you try to fix your swimming vision. Ok you can do it.

The door swings open and there is your man, dressed only in his boxer briefs. Your eyes rake over him taking in every feature, wondering how you got so lucky to get a beast like Sy as your husband. From his short hair, coarse unkept beard, his broad shoulders, defined chest sprinkled with soft fur, you can’t stop staring. Your eyes follow the velvety trail leading to his shorts and those huge powerful thighs that fuck you into oblivion make you gulp.

You stand up straight, well, as straight as you can while your balance makes you weave, “Well hey, Daddy,” you slur.

You see Sy’s lips twitch as he steps back and lets you in. “You’re home early,” he notes. It’s only 11.30pm, he wasn’t expecting you for a few hours yet. “Didn’t you have a good time?” He closes the door behind you.

“I did!” you exclaim excitedly.

His face gets stern as he shushes you. “Quiet woman, you’ll wake the kids.”

You nod your understanding and wrap your arms around Sy’s waist. You press your hips into him, rolling them from side to side. Whispering in a way only intoxication can make you believe is quiet you say, “I did but I missed you.”

Sy was smirking openly now, and you felt movement in his shorts. “Is that a fact?”

You nod, trying to make your voice sound sexy, “Uh huh.”

Sy starts to walk you to your bedroom. “Did you miss me or miss my cock?”

You giggle and say, “Both?”

Sy hums, “Good answer.” He lifts you and you squeal giggling. Sy’s face is severe as he spanks your ass, “What’d I say about keeping quiet?” You press your lips together and zip them. Sy grins, “Good girl.”

You squeeze your legs tight around Sy’s waist. You were like putty in his hands. His strict commands followed by his praise, you bite your lip, he knows what that did to you. Oh god you wanted him. You were already wet in the taxi ride home but now you were soaked, your panties sticking to you as you felt his abdomen against your open legs.

When you reached the bedroom, Sy put you down gently but your head spun and you stumble. He steadies you and looks you in the eye. “What’d ya looking at?” you ask.

He laughed, “You’re drunk as a skunk.”

“Shhh! Don’t tell anyone.”

“Ok, our secret then.” He sits on the edge of the bed and passes you his water bottle from beside his bed.

“Water!” You grab it out of his hands and fumble with the top. Shaking his head, he takes it out of your hands and opens it and give it back. You drink greedily from it before handing it back.

You kick your heels off, and they fly into the closet, banging loudly. “Hey,” Sy says sharply, “So help me little girl, you wake the kids and I’ll spank you.”

You laugh, “Promise?” You pull your sweater off over your head and hear Sy’s growl as you reveal the lingerie you wore the night of your last anniversary. You unzip the side of your skirt and let it fall to the floor. With unsteady legs you climb onto his lap. You feel his hands on your thighs as you press yourself into him. You kiss his neck, deep and hard as you grind against him. Your hands slide down his arm, tracing the hard muscles under his skin.

“What’s gotten into you, Woman?” Sy asks huskily.

“What do mean?” you ask. You know what he means, you’re never aggressive like this, you rarely instigate sex. You don’t really have to, one suggestion you may be interested is enough for him to get the hint. But tonight is different, tonight you thought about him from the minute you left the house. You wanted him desperately, so much so that within a few hours you left your girlfriends at the club and came straight home. “I just need my husband to fuck me ‘til I can’t walk.”

Sy laughs, “I can see that.” You nip his earlobe, and he groans squeezing your ass his fingers digging deep into your soft flesh. “Fuck, you ain’t givin’ me much choice tonight are ya, Baby?”

“Nope,” you say. “I need you to take care of me, Captain.”

“You tell your Captain what you need Baby,” Sy says, and you know you have him.

“I need you inside me,” you whisper, boldly. You never talked like this either and Sy swears, which only encourages you to get dirtier. “I’m so wet for you, I need your big hard cock in my tight little pussy. I need you hurt me, fuck me like the cock hungry slut I am, I need you to cum inside me, fill me with your cum, Captain.”

“You gotta be quiet, ok Baby?” He says. “You think you can do that for me?”

You nod, “I promise, I’ll be good.”

“Good girl,” Sy praises. He gives you a kiss, just a quick peck and gives your ass a tap, indicating you should get off him. “Take these off and get under the covers, I’m gonna check on the kids real quick.”

Throwing on a pair of sweats, Sy leaves the room. You get undressed and wait, but you’re too excited and you find yourself with your hand between your legs. You really are wet, and in your warm tipsy state you can’t help yourself and start to tease, spreading your arousal over your soft folds, thinking about how good it will feel when he gets back. You moan and arch your back as your fingertips slide over your clit.

“What are you doing under there, Baby?” You didn’t hear him come back and you freeze. Sy raises an eyebrow as he locks the bedroom door.

If you weren’t drunk you would have been embarrassed but this time you didn’t care, “You took too long,” you say.

Pulling both his sweats and underwear off Sy climbs in beside you, slides one arm under your head and uses the other to put your leg over his body. You’re spread wide open in this position, just how he likes you. He flicks your hand away, growling in your ear he says, “That’s my job.” You moan as he slides his fingers over your slit. “Fuck Baby, you’re so wet. You really do need me dontcha?”

“Please,” you mumble as his fingers circle your clit. Sy’s free hand circles your body and pinches at your breasts while he starts teasing your nub.

Whispering in his gravelly drawl, he starts talking, “Baby, you make the sweetest noises for me, but you’ve got to be quiet. Shh, Baby, I know, I know. You’re so needy, I can feel your thighs tremblin’ already. You feel so good, Baby. I can’t wait to slide my cock into you, but you’ve gotta cum first Darlin’. Oh Baby, you’re making my dick so hard right now. Shh…”

He doesn’t stop, he keeps talking, crude, yet sweet. His soft lips and abrasive beard caress the shell of your ear while his fingers work your hard little pearl, and his leviathan cock presses into the side of your ass cheek. You were so close; you could feel your heart beat through your entire body and you started to shout.

“Shhh baby. You gotta be quiet or I’m going to have to stop. You wanna come dontcha, shh, shh,” You couldn’t help it and you started to shout as you felt the first signs your orgasm was going to hit, and you couldn’t stop crying out. You felt Sy’s hand across your mouth, your calls muffled by his huge palm. “Fuck it, Baby. Scream, let it all out. Goddamn, you look so hot right now.” And you do, shouting his name as your hips buck under his touch. “That’s it Baby. Fuck yes. Oh fuck, you look so goddamn good when you cum for me.”

Not giving you a moment to recover, he rolls you onto your stomach. His hand stayed on your mouth as he laid on top of you. You feel him pressing himself between your folds as he impales you from behind without warning. You cry out into his hand as he stretches you around his cock. He bites into your neck as he starts fucking you. Growling and grunting, he punishes your pussy. “Goddamn woman, you feel so good. You make me so fuckin’ hard. Can you feel it Baby? Does it feel good? Yeah it does, feel how good you take me.”

Sy doesn’t go easy on you, and you don’t want him to, this is exactly how you needed him, you needed him rough, brutal, punishing. You wanted him to fuck you like he did ten years ago, young, newlywed, no kids to worry about, no real responsibilities except to the other.

You feel Sy take your hand in his, lacing his thick fingers around yours as he continues to talk. His voice changes, his desperate mutterings are nearly tender. This was your favourite part, the words he says before he cums, “I fuckin’ love you baby. You’re so fuckin’ good, so fuckin’ sexy. Goddamn I love fuckin’ you. You’ve got the best goddamn pussy in the world. So wet and tight and shit baby you’re gonna make me cum.” He kisses your cheek, your forehead, your neck, his fingers squeezed yours and he growls as he thrusts into you. You feel his rhythm become sloppy then feel his cock swelling as he releases into you.

Sy slowly peels his fingers from your mouth, and he nuzzles into your neck, kissing you. “Shit Baby, you need to have girl’s night more often.”

You giggle, “I will if you’re gonna fuck me like that when I get home.”

He chuckles and rolls off you and you roll onto your back. Sy lays his head on your chest hugging you, assuming the familiar position you always end up in after sex. He likes to stay like this while you stroke his head for a few minutes before you either shower or you roll over and he spoons you to sleep. Running his hands over your breasts and belly Sy asks, “So what did you girls end up doing tonight?”

“We had dinner at that vegan Thai place Liz really likes and…”

You were interrupted by crying, your five year old was having night terrors. There wasn’t much you could do but you had to watch them because sometimes they started wandering around the house. You sigh and start getting up.

“No, Baby,” Sy gives you a quick kiss. “You stay here. I promised you a night off and you’re getting it.” He pulls his sweats on and turns the light off as he leaves the room. You hear him in the hallway speaking low and gentle, “Hey buddy bear. You alright? C’mon, let’s go back to your room.”

You roll onto your side as you smile thinking about how much you love your man. As you start to fall into that weird state between being awake and asleep, you feel Sy climb back into bed, positioning himself as big spoon. Just before you succumb to sleep, you hear him whisper, “Love you, Baby.”

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[butwhyduh]

"There is only one bed" "Exes forced to work together" and "Accidentally cuddling in sleep" with homeboy Dickie please <3

There were certain members of the Titans who said Dick’s superpower was being friends with his exes. Not very many of them had ill feelings for him after breakup despite everything that happened in their relationship. You tried to be like them. Kori could laugh at his jokes while he dated Barbara. Zatanna would often give him an open mouth kiss when she saw him and yet had no interest in dating him again.

But you weren’t like that. You didn’t know how to act around him. Possibly because you didn’t exactly break up normally, or at all. He just disappeared. It had been for a mission but still. He could have called or talked to you afterwards. That’s why you were mad. It was inconsiderate, you thought as you ignored the tiny voice that told you that you couldn’t be normal around him because you still liked him.

And currently you were dying because you had teamed up with Dick on a mission. Both of your skill sets matched for the mission’s needs and so this is how you ended up at the front counter of a Swiss hotel high in the mountain trying to get 2 hotel rooms instead of one. Or even just another bed.

“Madame, I apologize but there is no other room at this hotel. We are very sorry for the mix up but this is all we have. The nearest hotel is 30 kilometers north so I have very little I can do. Again, I apologize,” said the man. “It is the busy season.”

You sighed. “That’s fine. I’m tired. It’ll be fine,” you said grabbing the keys a little rougher than necessary. Dick looked at the man apologetically before following you.

The hotel was actually really nice. Very traditional with red ornamental patterned rugs and golden brown beaded board halfway up the wall. A gold chandelier hung in the front entry. A bellboy carried your bags up to the room and let you in.

The room was just as nice but tiny. Barely had enough room for the bed and a small table with 2 chairs and a tv stand. A little closet sat behind door and the tiny window with covered in thick curtains.

You tossed your bag in the closet without a care and pulled off your shoes. You groaned and stretched your toes before flopping on the bed.

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” Dick said grabbing a pillow.

“No just get in bed. There isn’t enough floor to sleep on. It’ll kill your back to sleep weird,” you said with a yawn. Dick stood awkwardly. You hadn’t thought about it but you were probably his only awkward ex and he didn’t know what to do about it.

“You sure? I don’t wanna be in your space,” Dick said tentatively laying down the pillow. You patted the mattress.

“You could sleep in the room beside me and I think you’d still be in my face with how tiny these rooms are,” you said and he chuckled.

“Yeah, this hotel is probably like 500 years old or something,” he said laying down. He was on his edge of the bed and you on yours. “Did I ever tell you that we toured out here when I was a kid in the circus?”

You turned to look at him. “No you haven’t. What was it like?”

“It was cold but fun. My mom got mad when I tried to do flips barefoot in the snow,” he said with a laugh. “I was probably 6. She thought I was going to get deathly sick from the cold.”

“That sounds exactly like something a mom would say,” you said with a smile.

“I also remember one of the sword swallowers tried to learn the language to speak to all the pretty women that came to the shows but he learned Swedish instead,” Dick said and you both laughed.

“I bet that didn’t go well.”

“He got lucky and the first woman he talked to spoke Swedish! It was pretty funny,” Dick said with a yawn. “We should probably get some sleep.”

“Yeah,” you said and the pillow felt like heaven. Your eyelids felt heavy and before you knew it, you were asleep. Hours later you woke to light hitting your eyes through the curtains so you snuggled closer to get it out of your eyes. Arms that wrapped around you tightened a little and you felt a humming noise that threatened to put you back to sleep.

Hot breath against your cheek made you move again. This time you woke up to take in your surroundings. A collarbone. Arms around your back. Legs tangled in your own. You hadn’t taken anyone home last night. Who was that? You blinked before realizing that you were in Dick’s arms.

You pulled back a little and he whined in his sleep and held you tighter. His touch was warm and comforting and you almost wanted to be lulled back to sleep with him. But Dick wasn’t your boyfriend and you needed to move. You shifted again and he opened his eyes to look at you in surprise.

“Oh,” he said. You both froze. “Sorry,” Dick muttered before moving his hands away slowly. His didn’t scoot away from you.

You looked at him and the way he looked at you stopped you from moving. It was raw and unfiltered in the mornin light and he clearly wasn’t over you. He looked down at your lips before looking back at your eyes.

“Morning,” you said softly. You looked down as he licked his lips. They looked soft and shiny. You slid your hand to his arm. Almost painfully slow, Dick scooted closer to where your lips were almost touching. You inhaled a little faster than normal.

“Can I,” he said already hold his head slightly turned. You leaned up to meet his lips. Dick’s hands went back around to grip your waist. The kiss started out tentative but didn’t take long to deepen. He tasted the same as you remember and his touch was familiar and comforting.

After a little bit of you both laying on your sides, Dick laid back and pulled you on top of him. You straddled his hips and kissed him hard. Dick made a moan against your lips and gripped your thighs. You rubbed down against him. You could feel him grow hard in his thin sleep pants. Dick pulled back to breathe.

“Fuck baby,” he panted. You huffed out a laugh. “What?” He asked and you grinned.

“Still has the same weaknesses, I see,” you whispered and he chuckled before shrugging. You ground down on him and he inhaled quickly.

“Yeah but so do you,” he said before flipping you over and pinning your hands above your head. You gasped into a moan as he nipped at the spot behind your ear. Dick smirked against your skin. “Yep the same spot.”

“Hmmm using it against me,” you asked and he nodded.

“Always take advantage of weaknesses. That how I was taught,” Dick said. He bent and sucked hard on the spot and you pulled at his hands, wanting to put your hands in his hair. Dick kissed down your neck to your collar and nipped at your collarbone. You made a keening sound.

“Not fair Grayson, not fair,” you said breathlessly and he chuckled.

“I could always stop,” Dick said, his breath was hot on your skin. You groaned and he chuckled. Dick slid his hands under your shirt and pulled back to slide it off. His fingers traced a new scar that you had gotten since the last time you had been together.

“Two Face,” you commented and he nodded before kissing the arcing curvature of lighter skin. You pulled at his shirt and he pulled it off too. He had some more scars too. A pair of red healing marks on his forearm that looked like claws you touched with your thumb.

“Killer Croc,” he said before kissing the valley between your breasts. You hummed in agreement before realizing what he said.

“Killer Croc? You got very lucky,” you said and he pulled back a little.

“Yeah. I mean, it got mad infected and I was out for 2 weeks but yeah, he could have ripped my arm off,” Dick said. He ran his hand along the waistband of your sleep shorts. You inhaled quickly.

“You’re too casual for a man that almost died,” you said.

“Yeah, I know,” Dick answered sliding his hand in your shorts to play in your folds. Your eyes closed and you forgot all about scars and Killer Croc as he fingered you.

“Condoms?” You gasped. He grinned as he kissed along the column of your neck.

“One minute,” Dick said getting up. You watched him move around the room. His boner extremely obvious in his sleep pants. He came back with a few attached together.

“3?”

“Let’s start with one and go from there,” he smirked and you laughed. That was Dick for you. Cheeky no matter what. He pushed down his pants and rolled it on as you slid out of your panties and shorts. Dick stared down at your wet pussy. He already knew from fingering you but he certainly wasn’t complaining about the sight.

Dick climbed back over you and kissed you soundly. “Ready?” He asked and you nodded. Dick slowly thrust in and you made a soft sound. He started moving and found a good pace. It was great for missionary but it wasn’t like either of you didn’t have the ability to be a little more flexible in positions.

“I want to try something,” you whispered in his ear and he looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Go on,” Dick said excitedly. You pushed him off of you and he eagerly complied. You stood up and bent at the waist and wrapped your arms around the back of your knees with your legs closed giving Dick one hell of a show.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered. Dick moved behind you. “Like this?” He asked and you nodded. Dick slowly slid in with his hands on your hips making all kinds of little noises. “You look fucking amazing baby. Truly.”

You let Dick move for a while in this position. He alternated between holding your hips and grabbing your ass to slightly spread it to watch better. It was possible he’d never been that horny in his life. It felt amazing on your part but there was something you wanted to try without telling him.

You slowly moved your hands to the floor and put your weight on one leg. And with a smirk, you lifted one leg up and Dick inhaled deeply as you lifted it up to his shoulder. He held your leg and moaned loudly. His hips stopped and he was panting.

“Fuck, you almost made me cum right then,” he groaned. His hips started moving and all of took was a little shake of your ass for him to cum despite himself. “Fuck,” he groaned while burying himself deep. As soon as he was done, he pulled out and helped you stand up. You noted a little dusting of pink in his cheeks and ears.

“I’ll get you back. Lay down,” he said and you nodded and laid on the bed. It was no time at all that he had his lips wrapped around your clit and fingers in your core as your grabbed his hair in pleasure.

“Fuck! Dick! Fuck!” You cried, completely ignoring the fact that it was 7 am and you were in a hotel. He seemed to be hell bent on making up for the fact that he came first. Your thighs shook and you weren’t even sure but you probably screamed when you came. Dick peppered kisses up your body with a smirk as you heaved in breaths.

“Like that,” he said wryly, pulling you into his arms.

“You already know that,” you answered. He ran a finger along your arm and kissed your hair.

“So this...” he started but trailed off.

“Yeah...”

“Do you wanna... try again? Us?” He asked.

“Maybe,” you said biting your lip.

“Give it a shot?” He asked hopeful. You sat in silence for a second.

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“Yeah?” He said with a smile.

“Yeah,” you answered shyly. He grinned and kissed you again. He rolled on top of you.

“Since I fucked up the first round, I should make it up to you,” he said playfully. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“If. You. Can,” you whispered in his ear. By the end of the morning, the hotel security had come to knock on your door to quiet down.

[jcwriting]

There’s A First Time For Everything

summary ↬ namjoon has never had a blowjob before. you’re about to change that.

pairing ↬ idol!namjoon x reader

genre ↬ smut, pwp (im not kidding there is zero plot to this), fluff, (new) established relationship 

word count ↬ 2.8k

warnings ↬ swearing, oral (m receiving), face fucking, choking, reader has a painful thigh kink (don’t we all), overuse of the word thigh

authors note ↬ listen,,,,i saw that picture of namjoon in shorts (you know the one) and i just,,,lost it. also, this is my first time posting fic for bts and im shitting bricks about it so pls be nice to me!!!!! i hope you enjoy this quick (thirsty) little ode to namjoon’s thighs. pls let me know what you think!

also, the gif above haunts me. everyday. okay, enjoy.

“I want to give you a blowjob.”

Namjoon choked on the swig of water he had just taken. The two of you were watching TV. Actually, Namjoon was watching TV. You were sitting on the floor at the coffee table with your laptop out to answer some work emails. But, you were distracted. Specifically by Namjoon’s shorts. More specifically, Namjoon’s thighs in said shorts. The smooth golden skin was begging for your lips and your fingers itched to scratch your nails down to his knees. Then, your eyes naturally glided further up to the apex of his thighs. Where you knew his cock was resting. Again, just begging to be in your mouth. The thought of your jaw and throat aching while he lost it above you consumed your mind. All hope was lost then.

“You…um. Sorry. You want to do that?”

You cocked your head to the side. “Uh, yeah. Wait, did you want me to ask? I’ll ask. Can I give you a blowjob? Please?”

Namjoon chuckled. “No, no. You don’t have to ask. It’s just, y’know, are you sure?”

“Yes,” you said slowly. What was he not getting? “Do you not want one?”

“No! No, oh my god. I want that. I definitely want that. That’s not the issue.”

“Then, what is?”

Namjoon blew out a breath that fluttered the hair that rested on his forehead. He cupped the back of his neck and rubbed awkwardly. “I’ve never had someone do that to me before. So-”

“What?” You would have been less shocked if he had told you that he was a closeted furry. The two of you had only been dating for about a month so the in-depth what things did your ex do in bed conversation hadn’t been fully fleshed out yet. You knew he had lost his virginity to his previous girlfriend and they had had a healthy sex life, so you had just assumed that him receiving oral was part of that. Yet…this man, this absolute Adonis of a man had never gotten his cock sucked? It was the most absurd thing you had ever heard in your life. “Hold on. You had a girlfriend before me, right? She didn’t go down on you? Ever?”

Namjoon looked like he wanted the couch to swallow him whole but you barely noticed. You were too busy experiencing the shock of your fucking life. “I did. But she - uh, no. She didn’t want to and I didn’t want to pressure her.”

Your heart melted a little before you shut your laptop. Healthy sex life your ass. You were sucking this mans dick and that was final. “I’m going to give you a blowjob, Namjoon. Right now.” You turned to him and began crawling forward. His eyes flew to your ass that swayed in the air and he audibly swallowed. “If you don’t want me to then you need to tell me within the next thirty seconds.”

“Oh God,” he whimpered and spread his legs a little wider. You were salivating. “Yes. As long as you’re sure-” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a heavy groan as your hands slid up his thighs. Finally, you smiled to yourself as you bent your fingers and allowed your nails to dig into the meat of his inner thigh.

“I have a thing for your thighs,” you murmured. “Never realized I had a thigh kink until I met you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want to ride your thighs. Will you let me?”

“God, yes.” Namjoon went to reach for your arms but you batted his hands away. This wasn’t about you right now. This was about him. You reached for your hair and quickly pulled it into a sloppy bun. His eyes followed your movements and you didn’t miss how the bulge in his shorts twitched.

“I need you to tell me if I do something that you don’t like, okay? I want to make you feel good. Don’t be afraid to talk to me. If you like something, let me know. If not, then definitely let me know.” Namjoon nodded feverishly. His eyes were almost black and his chest was straining against his white top. You smirked to yourself. This was going to be fun.

Bending down, you pressed a kiss to the top of his thigh. Your mouth dragged along his skin and you relished in the way he quivered beneath you. Following the seam of his leg before doing the same on the other. Nails pressed little crescent moons into his flesh before your thumbs smoothed over the marks. Your nose lifted the loose material of his shorts up to his hips and skimmed the exposed areas as your tongue reached out to flick the little freckle that found a home on his hip before you set your sights on his dick that was straining for you. Lips that had previously kissed his skin now moved to the fabric that jailed his heavy cock. Sitting back, your thumb traced the underside of his dick softly before you barely brushed over the head. The cotton dragged against your finger and Namjoon huffed loudly before lifting his hips further into your touch.

“Don’t tease.” Namjoon’s voice had lowered a few octaves and the deep tone had you clenching your thighs. His hands fisted the pillows next to him and you could feel the restraint he was exacting on himself through the trembling of his muscles.

“I’m not,” you promised. “I’m just making sure you’re ready.”

“I am. Swear to God.”

Unable to keep the smile off your face, you nodded and reached for the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his hips and helped you shove the material to his ankles. That was when you realized two things.

One, he was right. His cock laid thick and proud on his stomach and was weeping for you. He was of average length but his girth let you know that were going to struggle to fit him in your mouth. The thought only made you shiver in delight. A phantom pain panged in your gut when you took in the slight curve of the head, knowing it was going to hit everything you needed.

Second, he had the prettiest cock you had ever seen. You never thought dicks were pretty. In fact, you were pretty resolute on that thought. Most likely due to the disgusting amount of unsolicited dick pics you had received in your life. But, Namjoon’s?  You wanted to take a picture, frame it and admire it whenever you wanted to. The skin that stretched around his width was a shade darker than the rest of him and his cock head, a pretty red color, made you want to see how far down you could get the flush to go.

You wrapped your hand around his length and twisted up. Namjoon’s back arched off the couch and a string of curses fell off of his lips. Your thumb collected the glistening pre-cum on his tip and used it to smooth your palm over him.

“I normally don’t say this,” you said as you became infatuated with the vein that ran along the underside of his cock, “but if you want to send me a dick pic, I definitely won’t complain. Like, ever.”

“B-baby, I’ll give you whatever you want. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” Namjoon moaned, throwing his head back when your thumb pressed against the delicate skin that resided under the his mushroom tip.

You giggled lightly. “So sensitive. I’ve barely even started.”

Namjoon opened his mouth to say something but you didn’t give him a chance. You licked the vein that had caught your eye earlier and followed it to the top before enveloping the head of him into the heat of your mouth. You relished the broken groan that he let out. Several kitten licks were placed on his weeping slit before taking him deeper. You worked slowly, gauging his reaction as you took him further. He responded well, panting and moaning in encouragement, head still thrown back against the couch.

“You can look at me, you know,” you reminded him as he popped out of your mouth. Kisses were mouthed over the soft skin that was wrapped around the steel of his erection. Your hand used your spit as lube to tug him harder.

“Can’t,” Namjoon gasped. “Gonna blow my load if I watch you.”

“That’s kind of the whole point.”

“Not yet,” he whined. “I don’t want this to be over.”

You pinched his hip until he met your gaze, offering him a sweet smile. “This isn’t going to be the last time I get on my knees for you, baby.” You held his wide-eyed stare as you took him back into your mouth. Ignoring how his hands seemed to flutter around you, unsure of what to touch, you focused on sliding him further into your mouth. Then, you sucked hard, using your tongue to lave at the warm skin.

Namjoon lost it above you. He released a strangled moan that caused your core to absolutely gush. One hand finally tangled into your hair and the other gripped your shoulder with warning, which you ignored. You merely sucked and pulled harder. Namjoon’s hips flexed, causing the tip of him to slam into the back of your throat. Not expecting it, you couldn’t help but cough around him as your eyes watered.

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry.” Namjoon used the hand on your shoulder to yank you off. His thumbs wiped at the tears that trickled down your cheeks, the concern etched across his face made you feel warm inside. “Shit, are you okay?”

“I am, promise,” you assured him. “Just give me a second, okay?”

He nodded while pushing back some of your hair that had escaped your sloppy up-do. You gently removed his hands before looking down at his length that was still clutched in yours. As much as he had shocked you, the thought of him fucking your face was not something you shied away from. Really, it was exactly what you wanted. But you needed to prep a bit first.

When you took him back in your mouth, you focused on relaxing the muscles in your throat. Breathing deeply through your nose, you slowly worked yourself further down until your nose was pressed into the base of him. Spit trickled out of your mouth and over his balls as you pulled back. You did this a few more times, working past your gag reflex and allowing your throat to get used to the intrusion.

Namjoon was anything but quiet as you deep throated him. It was honestly the sexiest thing you had ever heard. While your past lovers hadn’t necessarily been quiet, the praises Namjoon kept raining on you and the beautiful noises he made were music to your ears. Your body certainly agreed. Your cunt ached to be filled and the fabric of your panties was soaked through. But, you ignored your needs and focused on the panting man before you.

“Okay,” you nodded as you popped him out of your mouth. “I’m ready.”

It took Namjoon’s brain a few seconds to process what you said. He shifted restlessly on the couch cushions as you ran your hands over his thighs. “Huh? W-what did you say?”

“I’m ready for you to fuck my face.”

His pupils were blown wide as he stared at you with an open mouth. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What if I want it to hurt?” You stared at him while purring the words that was his undoing. Namjoon’s eyes got impossibly darker as his chest expanded with a sharp intake of breath. He spread his legs wider and gently held the back of your head as he guided you down his shaft. You held eye contact with him as he cautiously raised his hips to meet your lips. Once he saw no signs of distress from you, he began thrusting more consistently as you bobbed your head to match his rhythm.

His steady movements didn’t last long but it didn’t bother you. You were more than happy to take over for him. Like you said, this wasn’t going to be the last time you worshipped his cock. The two of you had plenty of time to figure things out. Plus, knowing how much you clearly affected him gave you all the motivation you needed.

Your throat began to tense up again so you focused your attentions on his sensitive head and let your hands twist up to your mouth and back down. The sounds of your palm gliding along his slick skin and your lips sucking tightly filled the spacious living room. They were nearly drowned out by Namjoon, though.

“Baby, oh f-fuck…shit,” he keened loud and hard when your other hand moved to brush over his swollen balls. You cupped them gently and rolled them between your fingers. Even as he was practically thrashing against you, hips thrusting in an aimless rhythm, the hand he had originally placed on the back of your head remained there. He applied no pressure, allowing you to set the pace, but it also seemed to ground him. To remind him that this wasn’t a dream.

“M’gonna cum. Baby…baby, I’m gonna cum. Soon, oh God,” he babbled. You appreciated the warning but you didn’t need it. He was twitching wildly in your mouth and your tongue was coated with the salty essence of his pre-cum. In response, you ran your index finger on that sensitive spot behind his balls and that’s when Namjoon exploded.

Thick ropes of white shot down your throat, causing you to almost gag. Instead, you swallowed past the reflex and took as much as you could. By the fourth stream, a bit had managed to slip past the suction of your mouth and dribble down his cock. You were quick to clean up, licking at the mess the both of you had made before returning to his tip. You suckled the sensitive head until Namjoon practically shoved you away from him.

When you looked up you were met with a glorious sight. Namjoon was completely fucked out, twitching against the couch and his broad chest heaving for air. Sweat beaded his sharp jaw line and trickled down the column of his throat. His face was tilted towards the ceiling and his hair was haphazardly pushed off of his forehead. He looked completely ruined and entirely yours.

“Was that good?” You asked softly as you rose to your feet, ignoring the sharp ache in your knees. Namjoon made an unintelligible sound in the back of his throat that you took as a resounding yes. He cracked his eyes open and looked at you with such adoration you couldn’t help but blush.

“Really?” He murmured. “Don’t get shy on me now. You can’t just suck the life out of me one second and then start blushing like a school girl immediately after.”

“It’s called duality,” you muttered as your cheeks flushed darker. Namjoon snorted and reached for you, pulling you onto his lap. His spent cock nestled between your thighs and his eyes rolled back into his head when he felt the simmering heat through the fabric of your shorts.

“I need five minutes. Then, I swear to God, I’m going to eat you out like you deserve.”

Giggling, you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the strands of hair at the base of his neck. “You don’t have to. This wasn’t a quid pro quo situation. I gave you a blowjob because I wanted to. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“It’s either you give me five minutes so that I can eat you out or ten minutes so I can fuck you into next week. You decide.”

His determination brought a smile to your face until you took in the purple bags under his eyes and how his eyelids kept drooping lower and lower. “How about a nap first, hm? I’ll decide after you get some sleep.”

Namjoon looked like he wanted to protest but you kissed him instead. His argument clearly wasn’t that strong because when you pulled away he was nodding in resignation. You helped him pull up his shorts and squealed when he lifted you up into his arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you let him carry you into the bedroom and wrap the both of you up in the comforter. You hadn’t planned on sleeping with him, wanting to get more work done while he slept. But the faint scent of his aftershave and the soft way he caressed your spine could lull an insomniac to sleep. Who were you to refuse?

“Wake me up when you decide,” Namjoon whispered into your hair. You nodded against his chest, and within minutes the two of you slipped into a deep slumber. Happy and content.

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Birthday Boy Pt. 2

Summary: WARNING! smut ahead. Can be read alone but this connects to Birthday Boy. Later that day your follow through on your promise of head <3

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"Do we have to go?"

"Yes."

"But what if we just stayed in instead?"

"No."

"Got it," Namjoon sighed, walking into the bedroom that you shared.

You rolled your eyes and clipped your bra on, adjusting the straps so that they sat smoothly on your shoulders. It was his birthday- of course you had to go to the dinner you had spent the last three weeks planning. You had been saving up for this for two months, insisting on paying for everything yourself. Namjoon was rich, clearly- but you weren't a moocher. So you had rented out his favorite restaurant, spent a week trying to coordinate everyone's schedules so his best friends could be there, days finding the right decorations, hours setting up the entire place earlier today when he went hiking with some friends.

Everything was perfect and you just needed Namjoon to suck it up and go to his fucking birthday party.

"Are you read- woah."

You turned around, Namjoon standing in the closet doorway with his eyes stuck on your tits. You couldn't blame him, you did happen to have on a very extravagant lingerie set. It was a dark green color, lacey, and sheer in the right places- a matching bra and panty set with a garter belt to match. The belt was a little extra but it was worth it, given the look on his face right now. He watched you pull a pair of stockings up your legs and clip them securely to the belt with a blank look on his face, hands clenching and unclenching around air.

"I'm almost ready," You smiled, putting your hands on your hips.

"You take birthdays way too seriously," He breathed out, still unable to take his eyes away from your body.

"You've told me that already," You nodded. He was right, you were being unnecessarily celebratory. But this year had been hard and he deserved one day of perfection.

"I really like the color," He mumbled, watching you walk towards him and place your hands delicately over his. You guided his hands to your ass before hooking yours around his neck, peering up at him with innocent eyes.

"Do you wanna touch?" You asked, your voice quiet and demure- the exact opposite of your actual personality.

He nodded and tightened his grip on your backside, kissing you slowly. You smiled into the kiss, feeling him away the two of you side to side like you were dancing. "Well too bad. Go sit on the bed," You instructed, nudging him backwards.

Namjoon did so willingly, watching you tie your hair up into a ponytail with ease, "Oh shit- I was kidding about the head before dinner thing."

"I wasn't," You snorted, getting on your knees between his legs.

You placed your hands on his inner thighs, pushing his legs further apart as he leaned back to untuck the front of his dress shirt. You worked on his zipper, sliding it down easily and easing his cock out, wiggling slightly in your place between his legs. You loved his cock, could spend hours focusing on just that one part of his body. You hummed in contentment, smiling softly, "Ah, I'm going to enjoy this."

"You're looking at my dick like it's your friend," Joon chuckled, only laughing harder when you shot him a glare.

"It is my friend," You noted. Namjoon reached out a hand towards your figure, hand going directly towards the soft skin of your neck. You slapped his hand away lightly, sending him a warning glance, "No touchie."

"It's my birthday," He whined, pouting.

"You can touch after we get home from the dinner. Unwrap me as your last birthday present." You smirked, taking his cock in one hand and licking a tentative stripe down the length so that he was nice and wet.

He groaned, feeling your tongue on his skin and leaned back even further, hips bucking up towards you. You smiled wider, pumping him with two hands and twisting at the head of his cock, admiring the way it was starting to grow underneath your touch. His cock was a dream, long, thick, and smooth. You stared at it wondering how on earth this thing fit in you, wishing it was in you now.

But there was no time for that- you had a reservation to make.

Instead, you took the head of his cock into your mouth and sunk down quickly, wiggling your tongue on the underside of it as you took him in further. You deepthroated him instantly, choking slightly before pulling up and replacing your mouth with your hand.

"Holy shit," He moaned, chest rising and falling in hard pants.

You swirled your tongue over the plump head of his cock, tasting the salty precum beading at the top. You teased the ridge, licking, and sucking as much of his length as you could take in your mouth comfortably. Your hand made up for wasted space, twisting and pulsing at the base of his cock in a quick rhythm. You squeezed your thighs together, ignoring the heat pooling in your stomach as you looked up at your boyfriend, who looked like he was about to cry.

You were doing a good job.

Massaging the skin of his inner thigh, you grazed down to his balls, taking both of them in your hand and caressing the soft skin lightly. You explored the texture freely, pulling off of his dick to take each of them in your mouth and sucked lightly, still stroking his cock with a hand. Namjoon moaned and his jaw fell open, the look of sheer pleasure on his face enough to have you moaning around his balls as his hips flexed into your face.

"Baby-"

You nodded and knew what he wanted, releasing his balls with a 'pop' and going back to sucking the life out of his cock. He felt silky in your mouth, the taste of him filling your mouth as he thrust into your face in long, fluid strokes. You felt lightheaded and reminded yourself to breath through your nose, getting caught up in the moment to remember that you actually had to inhale oxygen. His hands were balled into fists behind him, holding his body up while trying to resist grabbing the sides of your face to fuck your face. He was driving you crazy, the way he looked completely lost to lust, your name rolling out of his mouth in a whiny tone. You took him further and tried deepthroating him again, a bit more sucessfully this time.

You swallowed around him and heard him gasp- "I'm gonna fucking cum."

You nodded and patted his thigh lightly, letting him speed up the jerking of his hips until creamy fluid filled your mouth and you sucked harder, milking his orgasm. Namjoon groaned, falling back flat on the bed, his breathing heavy and labored. You pulled off of him when he had completely finished, sitting back on your heels to catch your breath for a moment.

"Jesus Christ," Namjoon groaned, propping himself up on his elbows, "That was amazing."

You smiled at him and wiped the corners of your lips, knowing you probably had to touch up your makeup now, "I love you!" You grinned, sending him an innocent smile as if you hadn't just done something entirely dirty to him.

"You're a minx, you know that?" He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You love it," You shrugged, standing up slowly. "I'm going to put my dress on and brush my teeth and then we'll leave, okay?"

He nodded and tucked himself back into his pants, wrapping an arm around your waist before you could go very far. He pulled you into his lap and kissed you, smiling against your lips.

"Thank you, I love you," He whispered to you, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"Don't say thank you yet- you still have to get through this dinner and unwrap your last present," You said cheekily, gesturing to the lingerie set you had on. He gave you one last squeeze and let you off his lap, watching you walk towards the bathroom.

"Can I eat my birthday cake off of your ass?" He asked, staring at your backside.

"You're insatiable," You gasped in disbelief. You turned back around to stare at him, watching him wiggle his eyebrows suggestively. "Yeah- yes, you can."

Good thing you were also insatiable when it came to Namjoon.

(A/N: this is DIIIRTTYYY. Can you tell who my bias is? Feedback is appreciated!)

[yslkook]

UNFUCKWITABLE (9)

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summary: jungkook convinces you to take a staycation with him for a few days (a week).

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, oc and jk discuss their unprotected sex practices, vomiting, some jealous jk, mild exhibitionism, fingers in oc's mouth grinding, making out, oral (m), titjob

word count: 7k

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts. also...cant believe mom manifested into butter jk im in pain

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Jungkook is unsurprised to enter your home with the key you’d given him the other week and find it completely empty. You’ve been working early mornings and incredibly late nights for the last week and a half, and he can tell it’s beginning to take a toll on you. The first sign that you were beginning to wear down was when you had skipped dinner in favor of sleeping. The second was when you had snapped at him in irritation and then immediately cried over hurting his feelings.

He can think of about a dozen other things, including the even more pronounced bags under your eyes. You’ve always had dark circles under your eyes naturally from hyperpigmentation but these days, not even concealer can help you mask them.

In fact, the reason that you’d even given him a key was because you felt like work was taking over your entire life. You’d hardly had a chance to see anyone who wasn’t a work colleague, and you just missed Jungkook. At least this way, you could wake up and go to bed with him.

You had only been calling Jungkook your partner just shy of four months, and he had a key to your home. Perhaps it was fast for other people, but with him, it felt right. So he keeps a copy of your keys on his lanyard- it’s possibly his most prized possession right now. Jungkook usually only comes when you ask him to, he’s been staying at your place for the last week because of how tired and busy you were.

Usually you stop by the tattoo parlor at least once or twice a week, but you have been sparse because of work. So he’s here, in your home without you. It felt strange the first few times he’d been here without you, but then he started leaving little pockets of himself- his shoes next to yours, his hair product on your shelf, and his two of his jackets hanging near yours in the closet. He’d even purchased a new plant to keep on your windowsill in your living room (which you take turns dutifully watering and making sure she gets enough sunlight).

It’s all very domestic. He had jokingly told you not to expose him to your shared friends, specifically Mina and Mei. To which you had rolled your eyes.

Though some small, very small, part of him wonders if the magic will fade away soon. Considering how fast you both are moving both physically into your home and in your relationship.

It’s only been a few months, and you both were incredibly comfortable with the idea of unprotected sex- after all, Jungkook always pulls out in time. Until, of course, you’d had a pregnancy scare. Hoseok and Yoongi, ever the pair of realists, had scolded him when Jungkook had revealed that you both hardly ever used any protection-

“Are you trying to knock her up? Is that it? You both ready to potentially be parents?” Yoongi says mildly as he polishes off his wine, looking at Jungkook expectantly. Jungkook’s cheeks burn.

“No, I’m not trying to knock her up and no, nobody’s trying to be parents-”

“You both are lucky you haven’t knocked her up already,” Hoseok says, with more heat in his voice, “You both are fucking stupid, but you especially.” He even smacks the back of his head with the book in his hands and Jungkook glares at him.

“Hey, my pull out game has always been strong, and I’m serious about her. We wouldn’t fuck raw if-”

“Oh, yes, then we definitely have nothing to worry about,” Yoongi says, “Keep it moving, Hobi.

“Talk to her about it, or else,” Hoseok threatens, “I don’t wanna hear about another pregnancy scare because you’re both idiots.”

“I know, I know,” Jungkook relents, “We’ve been talking about it. It just sucks that birth control can fuck up a woman’s body like that, you know? Mood changes and appetite changes, nausea and everything…”

“You could always get a vasectomy,” Yoongi says bluntly.

“Mei said the same thing. She was way more mean about it, though. Told me she’d cut my balls off if I didn’t get my shit together.”

“I don’t blame her, considering what a mess you both were last month.”

“We were not a mess!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so stressed ever in your life, not even when your first bike got run over by a car. Or when your tattoo got infected three consecutive times. And I’ve never seen her cry so much before.”

“Alright, maybe we’re a little bit of a mess.”

In the end, you and Jungkook had both decided that yes, condoms were probably a good idea. Considering the pregnancy scare you had last month, you both were on edge and a little paranoid. Jungkook hadn’t even mentioned the idea of you taking birth control or getting an IUD, knowing that your last few experiences with the former were unpleasant-

“I can get a vasectomy, you know. In fact, Yoongi suggested it,” Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly but your jaw drops.

“Jungkook. I don’t think vasectomies are reversible like that. Think about what you’re saying,” You murmur, “I’m touched you’d consider a surgical procedure so I don’t have to take birth control, but what if-”

“I looked it up, they can be reversed-”

“But Jungkook! You don’t know that, what if you want to have kids later and you can’t because you decided on a fucking whim to get a vasectomy? It’s still trauma on your body! You can’t just snip snap, snip snap your vas deferens tube whenever you please. At least with birth control you can start and stop it, even if that’s not a completely benign process.”

Jungkook looks at you long and hard, his tongue poking his cheek and you sigh. “But I don’t-”

“Honey. I appreciate your thoughtfulness,” You murmur, squeezing his hands in yours, “But we’re both being stupid. We’re both acting like condoms don’t exist. Why don’t we start with condoms and then think about getting your tubes tied or me getting an IUD?”

“You spoiled me,” Jungkook complains dramatically and drops his head to your chest, “With your pussy. I’m spoiled now.”

“Shut up.”

And so now, a box of condoms sits in the drawer of your nightstand and you’ve taken to bringing a few with you in your purse as well (and so does he). You’d been far more nervous buying condoms than you’d ever been of buying anything else, and Jungkook had only cockily grinned at you.

Today’s Friday and it’s the day of your deadline. Meaning that you’d hopefully be home soon and be his for the rest of the weekend. He fully plans on getting you to relax and stay in for the majority of the weekend, so that you can catch up on sleep.

But then you come home past dinner (you had sent him a text earlier telling him that you were going to be late. He knows your mood is sour- you had been in a foul mood all week, and the fact that you’re so close to being home but so far just makes it worse). You come home with an empty belly, a weary mind and wetness along your lash line. Climbing into bed next to him, you circle your arms around his waist and cry tiredly into his chest.

“J-Jungkook,” You hiccup, “I’m so tired, they kept me s-so late today but it’s done. Everything is finished-”

“Oh, baby,” He sighs, rubbing your back soothingly, “It’s okay. We can just sleep now. You should take a few days off next week, baby.”

“I don’t know…” But your eyes are wide and considering it.

“You’ve been running on empty all week,” Jungkook points out, “For longer than that. Your job can handle two or three days without you while you recharge. Text your boss, baby. You need to rest, too.”

He nudges your cheek with his nose and you hum in agreement. “Okay. Five day weekend? Sure you won’t get tired of me?” You murmur and laugh when he squeezes your waist.

“We can make it a staycation.”

And you’re already texting your boss, telling her that you needed a few days off next week. She gives you a thumbs up and encourages you to rest up, making it a point to recognize how hard you’ve been working. She even suggests you take the full week off, which you jump at and Jungkook only grins at you.

“My brilliant girl, charming her way into a full week off.”

You swat his hand away and hide your burning but satisfied face in his chest. “Yeah, your bad habits are rubbing off on me.”

“Oh, that’s not the only thing rubbing off on you,” Jungkook says wickedly and pushes his hips into yours, earning a fierce pinch to his bare waist.

“Hush, I’m trying to nap,” You mumble, your voice muffled. Without warning, you lick his neck and bite lightly at the base of his neck, ignoring his soft yelp. He doesn’t have a chance to question you on what that was, as you’re already falling asleep.

You’ve always thought from the beginning, even when you and Jungkook were just friends, that he was an ass man. You’ve caught him staring at your ass many, many times- in jeans, in a dress, in a skirt. And now that you both are officially together, he spends any and every moment he can with a hand on your ass. Casually, when you both walk side by side. And purposefully when you’re both just in his bed or on your couch. His hand is a well known presence on your ass, not that you’re complaining.

One of Jungkook’s favorite places to nap is on your ass, with his cheek pressed into you and one hand firmly gripping your ass. He also likes laying with his head on your lap. But his favorite place to nap is with his head buried in your chest, specifically buried in between your tits. He is currently analyzing his hypothesis that your right tit is smaller than your left, a thought he’s had for a while now, but needs further samples of evidence to properly assess.

But he’s always had an affinity for your tits, whether you’re blissfully unaware of it or not. You don’t notice it not really- you like any and all of his touches on any inch of your skin, as you’ve told him many times before. Especially when he holds you close next to him or under him and you feel protected, surrounded by only him.

He holds you, looks at you as if you’re as soothing as the sea and as bright as a supernova. And yet, the universe is contained in his big, doe eyes.

But really, at the end of the day, it’s an affinity for you. Jungkook loves every part of your mind, body, and soul, and he thinks he has for a long time. His heart has been tangled with yours since the first time he had seen you years ago at Hobi’s surprise birthday party that you had planned. Jungkook is sure that when he had seen you with a homemade red velvet cheesecake with a ‘Happy Birthday Hobi <3’ written perfectly in red icing in your arms, a silly party hat on your head, and a shy, beaming smile on your lips, he had been magnetized to your center of gravity from then on.

But even then, he had only hovered. Barely introducing himself, if it weren’t for Mina and Mei. He thought he had known girls like you- girls who baked cakes, planned elaborate birthday parties for their friends and wore flowery dresses liked other predictable people. It’s another one of his hypotheses (which has been clearly debunked)- but by now, he knows not to be so judgmental of others.

But he doesn’t dwell on that for long. Even the first time he met you, right after he had introduced himself to you and you had stared at him with starstruck eyes and stammered a quiet ‘hello’ in return, Sora had cornered him. And told him to back off from right then, that you were off limits. That you’d never be interested in a guy like him, so to not even spend a second in his stupid little mind even entertaining the ridiculous idea.

So he backed off subconsciously, thinking it wasn’t worth it to even know you as a friend. He’d convinced himself that it was too much trouble, and Jungkook has always been an easygoing kind of guy in most instances. After all, your best friend would know you best, right? And really, what did he care? As the saying goes, there were about a million other fish in the sea.

However. Even then, with each word uttered between you both, with each laugh that he pulled from your soft mouth, he couldn’t help the reluctant fondness for you that began to bloom. You had surprised him every few months after that, just saying hello at events that you were both present at and asking how he was. With that stupidly beautiful smile and those bright, shy eyes.

You were a smart, kind woman, always remembering details about others. And he was no exception.

That was years ago. He’s known you since your third year at university, hanging by a thread just outside your orbit. But this is now.

This is now, and your lips are against his neck, your chest pressed to his. You climb into his lap haphazardly, nearly knocking your mug off of the coffee table. You both have only just woken up and stumbled out of bed for coffee and breakfast. You had combed the tangles out of his bedhead with his head in your lap, but now sleepiness has washed away and you’re tugging at his oversized shirt.

You promptly bite him, right where his neck tattoo starts and ends. Jungkook meets your eyes with an incredulous, breathy laugh. “What’s gotten into you?” He murmurs, palming your chest from under your shirt.

“Nothing. You just have a very biteable neck, I told you,” You say, resuming your inspection of the vein next to his tattoo, “What a juicy jugular vein-”

Jungkook holds your wrist and flips you so that your back is on the couch. “My sexy vampire girlfriend. Love when she starts talking about my jugular vein.”

“Watch out, I might drink from it. You never know,” You giggle with a wink, squirming in his grip.

“You can do whatever you want,” Jungkook murmurs but then an idea that has been planted in his head for weeks now spills from his lips without him meaning to, “I wanna fuck your tits, baby.”

Your eyes go comically wide, mimicking Jungkook’s own. His cheeks are a little pink from his abrupt confession as silence falls between you both.

“That’s really interesting,” You muse.

“Is it?” He asks, feeling a little lightheaded. You tug a little at his purple locks to pull him down to you.

“Yeah. Always thought you liked booty. And legs,” You shrug, “But I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised.”

Jungkook’s throat is too dry for him to reply coherently. But he finds his voice after you give him a reassuring smile, “Uh, when it’s you, I like everything.”

“Me too. When it’s you, I like everything,” You mumble, heat rising in your cheeks, “And uh… you can. Do that I mean.”

“Do what?” He asks teasingly, tilting his head to the side.

“Don’t play dumb,” You whine, shoving his shoulder.

“C’mon say it,” Jungkook jeers, not unkindly, “Put your big girl panties on.”

“I hate you,” You sigh dramatically, “Fine. You can fuck my tits, if you so desire.” His face splits into a grin as he thumbs your chin and ducks his head into your neck. He playfully nips at your skin, murmuring that he’s just giving you a taste of your own medicine, but you feel his half hard cock pressing against your thigh.

The image of his cock wet and slick between your tits is now imprinted in your mind, and when both of you want something, you’ll surely get it.

Despite your eagerness of making Jungkook’s wish a reality, neither of you have had the chance for your usual shenanigans just yet. You still have quite a few days of your staycation left, so you won’t rush it. You had spent most of the first two days sleeping, cuddling, spooning, eating and lots and lots of slow sex.

You think you can count on one hand the number of times you’ve left your bed. Jungkook has been nothing short of wonderful, bringing you food (just this once, you hate eating while in bed), giving you shoulder rubs and booty rubs without you asking. Your favorite ice cream is in your freezer. Life is good.

His shirt hangs off of your shoulder and you’re too lazy to fix it. In fact you’re too lazy for pajama bottoms, only settling on your favorite pair of comfortable panties (nothing flashy. Just a standard black cotton panty) to wear under your shirt. One might even call them granny panties or whatever, but lace was uncomfortable on your skin. Lace and thongs are for very, very special occasions (hardly if ever) and you are in the comfort of your own home. You’ll be comfortable if it’s the last thing you do.

In fact, you’re too lazy to even raise your head to pucker your lips for a kiss from Jungkook. You only open your arms and hum, as if he’s supposed to telepathically know what you want from him. But he does, and he flops onto you once he tugs his shirt off. Jungkook’s face remains buried in your chest as you gently rub his scalp.

He hums happily, nearly purring at your touch and shoves himself closer into your hold. You can’t believe this man, the man who mildly intimidated you for years, is now in your arms and purring like a baby kitten. He’s admitted a few times that his scalp has been irritated and inflamed ever since he dyed his hair purple. One of his favorite things is to lay in your lap while you massage a mix of coconut oil and peppermint oil into his scalp.

He looks up at you, warm heat blazing in his eyes. You’re about to ask him what he’s thinking about but he palms your pussy from under your shirt- your still swollen, puffy pussy from the four times he’s made you cum already.

“Can I help you, Jungkook,” You ask flatly, but your poker face breaks when he dots you with kisses up and down your thighs.

“Yeah, fuck,” Jungkook groans, voice slowing to a whine, “I’m still hard, baby, fuck. Help me.”

“How are you still hard,” You wonder with a grin, “Damn, Jeon. You must really like me, huh?”

“If that wasn’t obvious then I’m clearly not doing something right here,” He breathes into your skin.

“Gimme a kiss then,” You murmur, pushing his long hair behind his ear. His eyebrow piercing glints in the light of your bedroom and you trace it gently with your fingertips. Jungkook desperately pushes his lips to yours, parting your lips easily and slipping his tongue into your mouth. He kisses your teeth hungrily, strands of his hair brushing against your cheeks.

His hips roll into yours impatiently, hands already pawing at your shirt. The air in your bedroom is suddenly so stifling, thick and nearly choking you both with the intensity of your desire. You just want him to feel good with you.

“Jungkook,” You say softly with warm cheeks, “You can use me, however you want. Tell me what you want, bunny.”

He lets out a quiet gasp, his eyes bright and wide.

You’re both on the same page, because he’s scrambling to chuck his boxers to the side and you’re tossing your shirt on top of his boxers.

***********************

“Fuuuck,” Jungkook groans. He’s breathless, heart racing erratically. All he can do is hold your shoulders as he watches with a piercing, hazy gaze as his cock is swallowed in between your tits. You squeeze them tightly together, trying to create as much friction as you can for him.

“Fuck,” He whines, “Fuck, you look so good, baby. O-oh, shit, my pretty baby, you’re pretty-”

Jungkook nearly cums when you mischievously stick your tongue out to brush against the head of his leaking cock. The visual is almost too much for him and his breaths are choked, strangled as he forces himself to look into your dark eyes.

“So big, bunny, look,” You say softly, “You like this? You’re so hot like this…”

He’s nearly in tears, eyes shining and wet at how good this feels. If your pussy was a slice of heaven, then your tits were the next best thing. You moan softly, feeling your own wetness and heat pooling. Jungkook’s cheeks and chest are flushed, eyes wild and wet as he slides his cock in between the valley of your tits languidly. Almost as if he doesn’t want the moment to end.

You’re so warm, warm everywhere.

His muscles are tense, the furrow in his brow beginning to appear when he’s about to cum. “Shit, baby, oh my god, I love your tits,” Jungkook moans, tossing his head back, “Fuck, I love everything about you-”

You don’t know how he’s able to form coherent sentences to you when he’s this close to cumming. But he’s always been a man of many talents.

“You know what I just realized,” You gasp suddenly, “Neither of us made it official that we’re dating. Like I never asked you ‘out’ and you never asked me ‘out’-”

“Fuck, you talk too much,” Jungkook nearly snarls, “My cock is literally in between your tits and I’m about to fucking cum all over you and you think I belong to anyone else?”

You swallow thickly, Jungkook narrowing his eyes at you. He looks intimidating and intense above you, his powerful, golden thighs straddling either side of you.

“N-no, I was just-”

Jungkook shoots you a glare, reaches behind him and gathers your wetness with two fingers. Before you can ask him what he’s doing, he pushes two fingers into your mouth to shut you up. You send him a glare right back, but it melts away quickly when you swirl your tongue and suck on his digits.

He cums without warning, hastily and with a broken sort of sound ripping from his throat. It’s warm and sticky as it lands on your chest and your cheek. But he cums so much and much to your chagrin some of his cum gets in your eye and you nearly shriek at the burn.

“Jungkook! What the hell, your cum is in my fucking eyeball-”

He’s still panting above you, like some sort of golden boy, and it takes him a few seconds to register your irritation. “Oh shit,” Jungkook says and jumps into action. He tugs you into the bathroom to gently wash your eye for you (after washing his own hands), with you grumbling the entire time.

“I’m sorry, baby,” He says sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. You roll your eyes and demand to be taken back to bed and lavished in kisses as penance for his cum shooting into your eye.

Jungkook tastes himself a little when his tongue slips into your mouth, but it hardly registers as he rolls on top of you, caging you in between his arms.

Jungkook fleetingly thinks he should’ve spent more time trying to convince you to stay home with him. Maybe with a few soft, long kisses to your neck, he might have. You looked delectable, good enough to eat- your dress fitted around your hips, nails, hair, and makeup done, the scent of your perfume subtle but not irritating to his sensitive nose.

You had asked him to pick what jewelry to wear, so one of his long necklaces sitting around your neck and disappearing into the valley of your chest. It doesn’t really match with your dress, but you don’t care.

And Jungkook… well, it was difficult for you to keep your hands off of him as well. His hair is tied back into a neat ponytail, he’s wearing a sequined black (fitted) button up with the top four buttons undone, a thick, silver chain and ripped, black jeans. Your eyes are glued to his chest and he knows it- you can’t help but grip his arm, his bicep whenever you can.

Neither of you really enjoyed the club scene, but you had wanted to go out since it had been a really long time and after all, you were on your staycation. Mei had planted the idea in your head, and so now here Jungkook was.

Here he was, catching flashes off the satin, coral colored wrap dress that you were encased in. For someone who doesn’t like the scene, you blend in effortlessly. But you’re a grown woman, so he takes his eyes off of you and orders a round of shots for him, Jimin, Taehyung and Jin while nursing a bottle of soju.

In the midst of the thumping bass bouncing off of the walls in the club, you’re only aware of you and Mei while you both sing along to whatever song is blasting through the club. Mina disappeared a while ago, presumably to find Jimin.

You’re holding two drinks, one in each hand, and all you feel is the vibrations of the club. Along with your own drunkenness. Mei holds your arm to keep you steady as you move your hips in time with hers. You laugh loudly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders at something she said. Everything is amplified and muted at the same time, the swirl of alcohol settling comfortably in your veins.

You’re having a great time with your friends, dancing, swirling, singing and drinking. It’s a nice night to unwind, in the company of dear friends and strangers.

“Hey,” Mei murmurs in your ear, “I gotta pee and I’m gonna go find Seulgi-”

“You can just say that you wanna go find her,” You giggle, “Don’t blame your bladder on it, Mei.”

“Oh, you’re funny. I’ll text Jungkook and tell him to come find you, alright?” Mei says, patting your head. You nod and tell her to go find her girl, and she does. Leaving you to your own devices for a bit, at least until Jungkook makes his way to you.

However, what neither of you realize is that the cell reception in this building is terrible. Mei’s text never goes through and you stay in your bubble, with your two drinks in your hands and bounce along to the music.

You’re not sure how much time goes by, but it feels like you’ve been alone for quite a while. You squint your eyes at your phone to check the time and send a text to Jungkook. A text that never goes through. You frown and are about to turn on your heel to link up with your man (wherever he might be), but you hear a surprised call of your name.

It’s hard to keep the incredulity out of your face when you come face to face with Yunho, the man who had stood you up all those months ago. The air has almost been punched out of your lungs, and you have to squint at him to believe what you’re seeing.

He calls your name again, giving you a wave and a bright smile. “Funny seeing you here, huh?”

“Uh…”

“Can I buy you a drink? I feel like I owe it to you after…” His eyes are sincere. At least you think so, with your drunk goggles on.

“I don’t know, Yunho, it’s okay…” You mumble unsurely, “Isn’t this weird?”

“It’s only weird if we make it weird,” Yunho says and pulls a chuckle out of you.

“Oh, alright. I guess a drink won’t hurt,” You shrug and lead the way to the bar. The least he can do for you after standing you up and hurting your feelings is buy you a drink, you think.

“Hey listen, I owe you an apology,” Yunho says, sliding your drink towards you.

“Oh, it’s- it was a long time ago,” You shrug, avoiding his eyes. Sure, it was a hit to your ego, but in hindsight it doesn’t matter. Not when you have Jungkook. Honestly, you’ve forgotten that Yunho had even been a blip in your radar once upon a time. It was only because of Sora, anyway.

“I had something urgent come up last minute that day and I asked Sora to tell you,” Yunho continues, “I’m sorry I didn’t follow up or even reach out to you after. But I’d heard that you were with Jeon now, so didn’t want to… overstep, I guess.”

And even through your drunken haze, you understand. You sigh deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Oh boy,” You groan, “Sora never told me about that but we’re not close anymore, Yunho. It’s okay, I understand. I’m sorry she got you, too.”

Yunho’s lips part in surprise, “She didn’t… Alright. What’s done is done, I guess.”

“Yeah,” You murmur airily, “And yes, I am with Jeon. Though I can’t seem to find him…”

“I’m happy to keep you company until you do.”

Despite how well you and Yunho seem to hit it off (most of your time spent bitching about Sora), you can’t help but think of Jungkook. You quite miss him, not having seen him all night in the club. You want to dance with him, and little do you know that he’s been scouring the entire club for you in a frenzy once he ran into Mei and Mina and hadn’t seen you with them.

He had sent them a glare, his jaw clenched and walked away to find you. So when his eyes finally land on you at the bar, after about twenty-five minutes of searching and trying to get through strings of people around you, his heart soars. But he sees you laughing with someone else at the bar. With Yunho.

Jealousy is petty, he tells himself. But he struggles to keep it at bay as it rears its head and comforts him. He’s always been protective and possessive of those he loves and cherishes. You’re definitely no exception.

You wobble a little on your feet, but you hold your own. Even from here, he can see the drunkenness of your smile, beads of sweat as they race down your neck to hide in the valley of your breasts. He zeroes in on your necklace (his) around your neck and reminds himself. It’s his necklace that you’re wearing, after all.

Then why is the man who stood you up all those months ago making you laugh like that?

You must have a sixth sense or something for him, because you turn your head a bit as if you can sense him. Your entire face lights up when you see him, in a way that makes his tough heart swell in adoration.

You make your way over to him with your drink and peck his lips chastely, despite his desire to pull you into his arms and kiss you long enough that your knees buckle. So that Yunho sees that he is yours.

“You disappeared on me, baby,” Jungkook murmurs, adjusting your necklace. He’s gripping it tightly, but you don’t notice.

“I was with Yunho, remember him? ‘Member, he stood me up but he didn’t because it was Sora’s fault-”

“That’s no surprise,” Jungkook says, rolling his eyes. You take his hand, squeezing and introduce him to Yunho. As if he doesn’t know him already. Jungkook’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, his jaw clenched. He doesn’t like how Yunho looks at you, how his gaze lingers on your skin and the curves of your dress. You lean against Jungkook heavily, absently playing with his fingers. You stay mostly quiet, sipping your drink as the two men speak (rather tersely).

Jungkook knows he’s being ridiculous.

“Kook, finish my drink?” You murmur, offering him the glass. Jungkook maintains eye contact with Yunho as he downs the remainder of your drink in a few solid gulps.

“Was nice to see you, Yunho,” You say, “I think Jimin and Mina are looking for us, Jungkook. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

With that Jungkook firmly holds your waist, keeping you close to him. You both know that neither Jimin nor Mina are looking for either of you. You’d only wanted to be alone with Jungkook.

So Jungkook leads you to a spot where he knows Yunho can visibly see you both. You let loose, giggling as Jungkook twirls you easily and moving your arms to match the beat of the music. He makes you laugh with his moves, winking at you and shooting finger guns at you as he twirls and swivels around you. He’s always been a great dancer, you realize. That’s funny, because you’re sometimes clumsy on your own two feet. He pulls you into him, his chest to your back and his hips pressed against your ass. You sigh contentedly, head lolling against his shoulder and you rest your hand over his hand to let him lead you.

His nose is buried in your neck, lips lightly brushing your pulse. He bites your earlobe gently, earning a soft laugh from you. Jungkook tilts your jaw to the side to meet your eyes and plants a deep kiss to your glossy lips. He holds you steady when your knees weaken, your belly flipping at the intensity that he pours into you.

Jungkook is all around you, encasing you within his arms and there’s not a single place you’d rather be. When you pull away for air, you thumb away your gloss on his bottom lip and bite his bottom lip gently.

“I adore you,” You say dreamily, “You are so… Everything. Everything. I adore you.”

Jungkook’s cheeks burn, but he ducks his head for another sharp kiss. And if Yunho is watching him shove his tongue down your throat and holding your hips to his possessively then that’s fine by him.

The journey back home is a quick one (after you both stop for fried noodles, despite the inevitable heartburn it’ll give you both the next day but you’re both so hungry). You both stumble into your home in a mess of giggles and groping, nearly falling to the floor due to your clumsiness.

Jungkook has been hard since he kissed you in the club, in front of Yunho. He knew Yunho had been watching, feeling the man’s eyes on you both the entire time. His jealousy has crawled back into the box that it was unleashed from, but he knows that’s something to revisit later.

Something else to revisit is that he liked that someone else was watching him with you. He stores that information for later, instead focusing on keeping you upright from falling.

Somehow, through your blurry vision and wobbly legs, you get on your knees and palm Jungkook’s cock through his pants. A shameless moan rips through you- any and every inch of him makes you dizzy with desire.

You like him so much that it nearly makes you cry.

“Gonna blow you now,” You announce happily, fumbling with the button of his jeans and using all of your concentration and strength to pull his pants down along with his boxers. You sloppily kiss your way down his chest, spending extra time on his tattoo and licking (then biting) his happy trail before humming around his leaking cock.

He’s so wet already, and it’s all because of you.

Jungkook groans, eyes closing in pleasure as your pretty mouth wraps around his cock. He thrusts lightly into your mouth, peeling his eyes open to watch you. Only to find you already staring up at him, your makeup smudged and tears already forming in your pretty eyes. He cradles your cheek affectionately, stroking your cheekbone-

But before he can compliment you, softly praise you, he hears a noise. It originates from the back of your throat, something both familiar and unfamiliar. You gag uncontrollably around his cock, and while it’s certainly not the first time it’s happened, it’s different this time. Because you’re a little drunk. So he should be unsurprised when you retch on his cock, pull yourself off of him before your drunk self can get any more vomit on his cock and sprint into your bathroom.

You manage to lock the door in your frenzy of utter humiliation and alcohol addled mind. You hover over the toilet bowl, the sounds of you throwing up bouncing off of the walls. You’re crying, sobbing more like it- from both the pain in your chest from vomiting violently into the toilet bowl coupled with the humiliation of quite literally throwing up on your boyfriend’s cock.

You groan and squeeze your eyes shut, as if that’ll erase the memory.

“Baby,” Jungkook calls softly, his cock fully hanging out in the open, “Baby, please open the door. It’s not a big deal, but I need to wash my dick off.”

You let out a choked, watery laugh at that and move to flush the toilet and rinse your mouth out. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment when you unlock your bathroom door, and you can’t bear to look Jungkook in the eye. But he holds your wrist to his when you try to escape into the safety of your bedroom.

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of your chest, heat flooding your ears in shame. It feels like your head is empty, static filling up the spaces that the silence between you both doesn’t.

“It’s just me,” Jungkook coos, “Do you want to shower with me?”

“Jungkook, ‘m absolutely mortified,” You say flatly, voice a little high in pitch as fresh tears burning behind your eyelids, “I want to evaporate from this plane of existence in about three-point-four seconds, I literally threw up on your penis, I’m so sorry. Don’t even look at me-”

Jungkook winces at your tone and the way your shoulders are hunched, hands gripping the hem of your dress unsurely.

“Baby,” Jungkook sighs, “It’s really okay, there’s nothing to apologize for. Come shower. The vomit is drying on my dick-”

But that’s the wrong thing to say because you start to cry immediately, shoving your face in your hands. Jungkook sighs, mentally kicking himself and running a hand through his purple locks. He calls your name softly and pulls you into his arms for a tight hug, despite the drying vomit on his dick, which is hanging out and brushes against your hip. You sniffle, peeking at him with shy eyes and he rubs your back soothingly.

“When I say it’s okay, I mean it,” Jungkook murmurs into your hair, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize how drunk you were. I know you feel embarrassed, but it’s just me, baby.”

He kisses you, despite your protests, and helps you rinse your mouth again. You allow Jungkook to somehow maneuver you into the shower, peeling you out of your clothes. You feel grimy and sticky from the club and you’re grateful for the cool water against your skin. You stand behind Jungkook, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face in between his shoulder blades, letting him wash himself.

“Can I wash you?” You whisper, voice unsure. You feel awful, cheeks burning but still. He nods and you take your body wash and lather him with it, washing his now limp dick gently and swallowing nervously.

“See? Not a big deal,” Jungkook says, coaxes you out of your nervousness, “Lemme wash you, baby.”

And so he does, taking your loofah and gently rubbing your skin. Under the cool spray of water, your nerves slip away with each giggle and kiss that he pulls and plants from your lips. Your eyes are still a little shy, a little slick with alcohol. But it’s just Jungkook, and you’re safe with him.

Jungkook nearly wrestles you to get you to eat something more, after throwing up the remainder of your guts after you both had showered (it was mainly just water and alcohol at this point). You’re nearly falling asleep on his shoulder but he manages to shake you awake for a slice of leftover noodles and two glasses of water. But eventually, he coaxes you into eating with a few kisses, hugs, and shoulder rubs.

Once you both are in bed, Jungkook wraps himself around you, his hands immediately drifting below your sleep shirt to your belly. Your cheeks burn as the events of the night replay in your mind’s eye and you press your face into your pillow with a groan.

“I can’t believe I threw up on your dick a-and you’re so nice a-about it,” You mumble, “You really are everything.”

“Well, what else am I going to do if the girl I like vomits on my dick,” Jungkook murmurs, “Don’t worry about it, baby. It happens.”

“To who? Only to me,” You say sadly, “I drank too much. I’m sorry, Kook-”

“Shhh,” Jungkook says, tightening his arms around you and kissing your forehead, “I promise it’s okay. I promise I’m not looking at you any differently.”

His words make you relax in his hold and you nod. Jungkook tilts your jaw towards him, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You don’t say anything else after that, only allowing your soft, breathy sighs to spill out of your lips and into him with every comforting kiss and every slip of his tongue in your mouth.

He tells you to rest in between kisses, but your eyes are already closed.

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