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My heart really goes out to those in the Appalachias hit by the hurricane and the flooding. Its terrible đđ
#and it really hurts knowing thats already a struggling region#and the government aint going to do shit to help#they dont care about these people#hell thats part of the reason things got so bad#theres no money going towards their Infrastructure#theyre an ignored people#and if i hear ONE WORD abt âthey should have evacuatedâ#im gonna start taking names and throwing hands#shut the fuck uuuuuuup#its the poor and disabled that cant get out#and the poor and disabled who get hurt first#and besides#these people had damn near no warning#they're land locked#theyre in the mountains#flooding is rare and they arent built to withstand it#and flash floods are different#it goes from 0-100 in seconds#sorry im heated#and sad#i just love the Appalachias and its people#such rich culture and communities#gone#you can rebuild#but it'll never be the same#youll never get that back#here in southern ohio we got hit a bit too#i had to stay at my sisters bc it was too unsafe to drive home from work#so many people are without power#and one town got flooded
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effortlessly yours ⧠jeon jungkook
summary: in an effort to catch a break from the people around him, jungkook stumbles into a bar on the other side of town and meets youâthe one serving his drinks. things happen quite effortlessly between you and before you knew it, youâve welcomed him to change your life for the better.
⧠genre/au: banker!jk x bartender!y/n [she/her. afab]. strangers to lovers. smut.
⧠16.9k words
warnings: smut. heavy plot. oc is lowkey broke as helll and jk is lowkey a chaebol but humble fr đ©. princess treatment. beware ocïżœïżœïżœs ex is taehyung and heâs not great. slow burn. smutâriding. missionary. oral [both receiving]. heavy make outs. heavy petting. breast play. use of protection. needy af. â jkâs friends kinda rude but also not? rich boys. financial problems. mention of economic differences. damn near love at first sight. everyoneâs an ex boyf hater. oc forced to live with ex bc of money. love at first sight? jk is whipped :(. for once heâs not a fighter, heâs just a pretty boy with money to spoil his gf <3
song inspo: wasnât looking â eliza, love between â kali uchis, blue â billie eilish, salvatoreâ lana del rey, I wanna be yours â arctic monkeys
I forgot but god bless @vngelicc for putting up with my constant plot changes and helping me out đ
Many of your nights have been spent at this small place serving drinks to the same people, engaging in the same conversation, going through the same thing. Without a fail youâve lived in this cycle of mundaneness and it drive you insane.
Nothing ever happened to you and when it did, it was never for the better. Thatâs what youâve always thought anyway.
âAny Macallan? I'll have a glass,â You stared at the stranger with a blank expression, he met you with an unwavering gaze looking every bit out of place here as you felt.
Heâs asking if you carry an expensive bottle of Bourbon that a place like this could not afford keeping in stock. If you did, no one here would want to pay the price of a glass. Compared to the regulars around the bar he clearly stood out to everyone. The college guys who lived a couple blocks down looked at him just as strangely as the two office workers down the bar did.
âWeâve got Buchannanâs,â You said plainly, taking his attention away from the aged jukebox in the corner that now had a big screen attached to it. It was your typical bar with its dark countertops, pool tables, darts, et cetera. It was the first place he could find on this side of townâclearly not a place of luxury.
âIâll take it,â He tried to sound happy about it, biting down at his bottom lip as his phone screen lit up with notifications. He had nearly a dozen texts from close friends asking him what his plans were for tonight but he didnât want to talk right now and theyâd want to know why.
Soon you had his glass of whiskey in front of him and he was opening a tab while you helped others. You didnât think much about the man aside from how attractive he looked. Many stragglers found their way here but after one night theyâd return to wherever theyâre from and never look back.
âYou drink that expensive whiskey because you like it or because you can afford it?â
An older man spoke up from across the bar, looking at the stranger with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Heâs one of those guys that gets a few drinks in him and either wants to spark conversation or a fight. Part of you paid attention to the conversation, part of you looked at the line of messages on your phone.
âIâm sorry?â The guy from earlier asked seemingly unimpressed by the attempt to get to him. The older man was dressed in a dirty t-shirt and flannel while he wore some expensive suit like heâd just gotten off work.
âOr is it to impress?â
âImpress who?â A light scoff left his lips, looking around the bar, eyes hesitating on you for a moment. Aside from you there were a few others who might catch his eye but not enough for him to point out or feel the need to impress.
You werenât even looking at anyone or him for that matter, your attention was solely on your cell phone and by the look on your face, whatever was on there was more important. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and your brows began to furrow with concentration as you tried to make sense of what you were seeing.
unknown: can we talk when ur done working?
unknown: itâs about us
What?
âY/n maybe? I doubt any of us are your typeââ
What? You looked up immediately at the call of your name, ready to make someone another cocktail or close someoneâs tab. Instead you were called in the middle of a conversation that you wanted no part of.
âAnother beer?â You tried to cut in and shut the regular up but it was a useless attempt because everyone around the bar was already staring at youâincluding the stranger. How did you miss whatever they were talking about? You were too focused on the texts from a certain someone that you had lost attention to people at the bar.
âWhat is your name anyway? Iâve never seen you here before,â The customer told him, ignoring you and trying to push for more talk. You just sighed and leaned back thinking back to your phone.
âJeon Jungkook,â He said in his usual confident manner, gaze flickering to you for a moment but you were distracted once more, this time typing rapidly. You were pretty, too pretty to be serving these guys on a Tuesday night.
Another man appeared from behind a door holding more bottles of liquor. He looked indifferent to whatever was going on out here but when he looked at you, you said something. Jungkook was more interested to hear what that was than whatever the people around him had to say.
The two of you talked for a while and he distracted himself with his phone.
hobi: doubles tomorrow with jimin and jin? đŸ
jungkook: I couldnât think of anything worse
jimin: watch urself
jin: and whereâd u run off to tonight
Your coworker, Yoongi, looked at you with concerned eyes. Youâve known each other long enough to know when somethings wrong and Yoongi was able to tell so fast, âIf you need to make a call just go, Iâll take over for now.â
His friend asked the question heâs been trying to ask himself all night. Howâd he find himself here on the other side of the city with the only people to entertain him being drunks and⊠you?
âIs he always like this?â Jungkook found himself asking now that the man from earlier had moved on to someone else to bother. You looked ready to run out but stopped to look at him. Yoongi was giving you time to sort whatever problem you had at the moment but now a customer was talking to you.
You shrugged, âYeah but heâs harmless, a little annoying but funny.â
jungkook: some bar but Iâm leaving soon
Jungkook looked at you up close now. You wore all black, somewhere between casual but dressed up enough. From what he can tell youâre pretty, like an effortless kind of pretty. You barely cared to engage with him, completely unaware of how he looked you over.
âCan I close my tab?â He asked as he fished for his wallet.
âNo problem, remind me the name,â Yoongi came up from behind you, hand on your back urging you to go and heâll take care of it. Jungkook looked at him with disinterest as you ran off in a hurry and sighed, âJeon Jungkook.â
jungkook: itâs boring
The place he called home was about thirty minutes away from the bar he visited a few nights ago. He lived on the upper side of the city where buildings towered sky high and rent was at high rates, lavish nightlife and lounge rooms he could spend all night in drinking with his friends. Thatâs why it baffled him to sit somewhere like the place heâd gone to and feel so comfortable. It felt secretive, a mutual understanding of where one goes when they want to be alone and have a drinkâno matter how bad it is. He wouldnât have been able to do that around here without running into someone.
âHave you decided who your date will be?â
No, he had not. In fact it was the last thing on his mind and something Jungkook would prefer to fully ignore. Itâs all heâs heard about for the past month and he doesnât think he can go any longer talking about it. A date to a charity event hosted by his parents was too overwhelming of a task. They have to be polite, well maintenanced, proper, et cetera. Heâs sure he can call up whatever woman heâd taken on a date these last couple of years but not a single one did he find⊠good enough? Terrible phrasing but the truth.
âHave you?â Jungkook asked one of his close friends, Hoseok, as the two sat in his office wasting time before they could be done for the day. His office sat on one of the top floors of a national banking center just a few minutes from where he resided. He sat behind his black oak wood desk spinning a pointed leather opener against his notepad creating a small dent in it.
âObviously,â Hobi rolled his eyes playfully, making Jungkook look at him seriously. âWill she be as embarrassing as the one last time?â
âI hope not, last yearâs date was a total mess. I couldn't look your parents in the eye for three months,â He said back, sitting down on the black leather daybed just a few feet away from Jungkook. The office was big with tall bookshelves and floor to ceiling windows overlooking skyscrapers and the Han River not too far behind. There was a desktop with two monitors along with a laptop and television, a closet and storage roomâeven a few dumbbells and a treadmill in the corner. âDo you know how hard that is when your fatherâs the CFO of the company I work for?!â
âI couldnât imagine the difficulty of that,â Jungkook couldnât help but chuckle knowing firsthand how his dad can be when he feels disrespectedâespecially in front of the press while hosting an important, annual event.
âIâve got dinner with the girl tonight, sheâs been telling me about this friend whoâs been dying to meet you,â Hoseok said with raised brows, âSheâs pretty hot.â
âWho? The girl or her friend?â Jungkook asked, typing away on his desktop, searching for the bar heâd visited the other night. There was very little overview about the place, but he didnât expect much anyway. It looked like it brought a decent amount of business to get by but nothing more than that. You mustâve been local to the area or why would you be working there? Hell, for how little you seemed interested in him, he couldnât stop thinking about you. What was it that got his attention?
âBoth,â Hoseok said in response.
Jungkook let out a small sigh watching the time pass by, âIâll think about it.â
It was unlikely he ever would, he thought, attempting to focus back on his friend and who he was talking about. As arrogant as it might sound, thereâs always someone dying to meet him. Usually it never works out and instead itâs used as a bragging right that they were taken out by him. He would like to meet someone organically, nothing forced or ingenuine. Someone he runs into and charms them without his reputation involved. How could he meet someone like that?
There was moisture lingering in the air as you left the small cafe you worked at during the week. It was midday and you wouldnât have to be at work again till later tonight so the only thing on your mind was a good sleep.
You barely made it onto the bus when your phone began to ring and you put on your headphones to answer, âHello?â
âGreat, youâre alive. I was getting paranoid after the third ring,â Your friend said immediately once the call connected, âAre you off!â
âYeah, until tonight,â You told her, staring out the foggy window of the overcrowded midday bus.
âIs Taehyung home? You want to come to mine instead?â Yeaun asked, sounding concerned but you just shook your head no even if she couldnât see it.
âItâs alright, heâs not home anyway,â You said to her with a sigh, âI live there too and if heâs going to make a problem or it then maybe he should move out sooner.â
Yeaun was quiet for a moment, not sure if you were being serious or not. Or course itâs not the first time you and your âboyfriendâex boyfriendâboyfriendâ break it off suddenly but this is different. You live with each other now and have for a few months. Why would Taehyung ask you to find a place with him if he was going to end it a few months into the lease? What an asshole.
âAlright, well Iâll talk to you later, maybe Iâll stop by the bar and catch up,â Yeaun finally said to which you mumbled back your response and ended the call.
You arrived at an empty apartment with a stack of blankets and pillows on the couch and a large bed with one person claiming it now. You tucked yourself into bed hoping that you ex boyfriend wonât be home when you wake up.
By the time the sun set and the only plan Jungkook had was to go home, he began to think about the place he visited a few days ago. There was nothing special about it but it was somewhat comfortingâeven with some of the elderly regulars getting on his case, he kind of liked it. It was amusing and harmless banter that he could put up with for some time alone. When he was off and his friend asked him to go out for dinner, Jungkook turned him down to drive across town on his own.
Like last time, the same people sat around the bar but a few new faces took up some of the tables scattered around. You stood behind the counter indulging in conversation with the bartender next to you and Jungkook found himself sitting at the corner of the bar top and away from the loudness.
âI see they didnât scare you off,â You said once you spotted him alone. Thereâs not many new people coming by, especially ones that looked like him so he was easy to remember. He looked at you with rounded, curious eyes and shook his head, âNot yet.â
You asked if he wanted the same as last time and once he said yes, you were turning your back to him. Heâs going to be honest⊠he couldnât help but stare a little longer this time. You wore a short black skirt with dark stockings and a fitted tee making you seem casual and comfortable but at the same time he thought you were pretty. He couldnât tell if you were into makeup or not but he assumed youâd be attractive either way. Last time you seemed glum, but tonight you were smiling.
âAm I that forgettable?â Jungkook asked when you made your way back to his side, he nodded toward the old man who bothered him last time and how he barely acknowledged him today. He wonders if he asked because he cared or because he wanted to have something to say. There was nothing better going on and unlike before, tonight he's up for talkingâto you.
âNo, heâs just a Drunk,â You whispered jokingly, moving just a little closer his way. To be honest, he nearly forgot all about you. The two of you had such a small interaction days ago that his life just got in the way. It felt meaningless and like it was never going to happen again but here he is, finding comfort at the little bar you worked at. He couldnât help but be entertained by it.
âI asked my boss about the bottle you wanted last time and he said we canât afford it for just one person, so youâre out of luck if you start stopping by more often,â You said casually, looking indifferent but he caught a glimmer of curiosity in your gaze.
âIâll have to bring you some then,â Jungkook sat up straighter, âGive you a little taste.â
âIâm not into whiskey,â You gave him a small shrug, âI prefer the drinks where I canât taste the alcohol.â
That made him laugh a little harder than he needed to, âY/n, right? I think I remember hearing one of them say it.â
Your only form of response was a nod of your head but he didnât mind the lack of enthusiasm. Thereâs something about the way you seem reserved but not scared to talk back to him sort of draws him in. You looked at each other with the same intensity and he wanted to see how long it could go.
âY/n.â
You rushed away from him finding whoever needed help and he thought of what to say.
âSo how many nights do you spend working here?â He asked once you came by him again. So far both nights he stumbled into this place youâve been behind the counter with a blasĂš look to your eyes. It was a shame considering how pretty you were for you to be stuck behind a counter getting stressed over who knows what.
âPractically all of them,â You sighed leaning against the counter.
Jeon Jungkook doesnât care for meaningless conversation ike this. It was such a waste of time and he always found himself struggling for what to say.
âSo what happened the other night?â He blurted out before he could think clearly. He blames it on the whiskey for sounding so blunt as it rushed to his face. You couldnât read him as easily as he thought and tried to figure out what he was asking about. The other night?
Oh.
âNothing too concerning,â You brushed off your breakup with Taehyung hoping he knew nothing. The situation with Taehyung was not someone you wanted everyone to know aboutâespecially not a stranger. It was embarrassing to admit you were still living with your cheating on and off ex boyfriend because itâs better than sleeping outside.
âAnd here I was hoping for a story time,â Jungkook muttered under his breath, checking his phone and the dozen messages and missed calls. Like earlier, you left him to help someone else and this time instead of him trying to find something to say it was you.
âIf you start visiting more regularly maybe Iâll fill you in,â You said half-heartedly.
Youâve always thoughtâhopedâthat home is where the heart would be. You should live in a place that doesnât give you anxiety or depression. Living in this apartment with your ex boyfriends gives you both. When he was home youâd avoid leaving your bedroom at all and when heâs gone youâre worried about the time heâd get home.
You werenât scared of him, but you hated him.
The two of you have broken up so many times at this point itâs embarrassing to admit how he has you now. After cheating on you and treating you like shit, you still moved in with him just those few months ago and now youâre paying for it.
âAre you going to work?â He asked curiously as you came out of your now solo bedroom. Taehyung was gentleman enough to sleep on the couch but apparently not enough to keep it in his pants.
âNo,â You answered shortly as you slipped your shoes on. For some reason he thinks youâll forgive him soon. Heâs been trying to talk to you about it since the morning after he bothered you at work but you werenât listening. How could he do something on impulse and expect you to let it go?
Are all men this stupid? Most? Oh, definitely, but surely not all? Who would want to be on good terms with a cheating ex so recent after the breakup?
âWhat are you gonna do then?â
What he really meant was, âWhere were you going and who with?â
âNothing,â you closed the door after yourself, choosing to shut him out rather than tell him anything. He didnât need to know your whereabouts. For once you werenât going to be at work and although you didnât have big plans for your free night, you werenât going to tell him or worseâspend it locked up in your room that still had his belongings.
You settled into place at your best friendâs place, filling her in on whatâs been exciting or lack thereof.
âNot to feed the delusions but what if heâs stopping to see you?â Yeaun asked as you sat on her couch watching her look through her vinyls for something to play. After a while of telling her boringly endless tales of your life you came to the topic you were currently discussing.
Jeon Jungkookâthe irregular-regular whoâs begun to frequent the bar lately. Jungkook has been coming by for a few weeks now and although theyâre always small interactions with him they leave an impression on you. Heâs not like the usual guys who go there for a drinkâor anything like the ones when you go out with your friends. Every now and then you wonder if heâs catching a flirty tone with you or not but then you think harder and tell yourself; not likely.
Itâs too unbelievable,â You rejected the idea immediately even if it hurt you to do so, you had to be realistic, âHe probably has a girlfriend or wife or someone, I donât know.â
Call it a crush, whatever, nothing would ever come of it and you told your friends the same, âEither way Iâm done with men, theyâre all shitty.â
Yeaun shrugged, no longer pushing the idea of Jungkook. You havenât told her anything that made it seem like Jungkook had any interest in you at all so really she was just wishfully thinking. You know very little about the man aside from what the two of you have gone over but itâs enough for you to know it would never happen.
Youâre not crazy enough to believe otherwise.
Jungkook spent most of his day dreading for him to leave work and get ready for a dinner plan that was arranged for him. In all honesty, he practically disassociated himself from it the second he heard the tone the woman spoke in. Why did he let Hoseok talk him into doing this?
For nearly an hour heâs had to hear this woman compliment him on everything under the sun. Sure he was flattered but so? Did he really need to hear about himself from someone else? She didnât seem like a bad girl but she knew too much about him that he never told her. She was too in his space and not understanding to slow down.
âIâm happy our schedules aligned to be able to meet like this,â She said as she picked at her salad, âI know youâre very busy.â
âIâm pleased too,â Jungkook raised his glass of wine to his lips, searching around the restaurant for a clock. Jiwon was a sweet girl but he wasnât interested for some reason. She was attractive like Hoseok said but heâs not sure what is but thereâs something that seems to draw him away from her.
By the time the bill came and she pretended to look through her mini bag for her wallet, Jungkook was ready to call it a night. He never expected someone with him to pay but something just drew him back⊠seriously what was it? She waited outside with him in hopes of knowing if their night would continue from here or not but Jungkook couldnât wait to be done. He probably seemed rude with how he brushed her off and directed her into a cab, paying her fare with a lie that heâd see her again, but he couldnât think of that right now.
It was taxing to meet new people and try to feel anything romantic toward them. Jimin is looking out for Jungkook and heâs well aware of that but Jungkook does not want something forced. Heâs not asking for birds chirping and bells chiming but give him something thatâll make him feel things.
When he was alone in his car he found himself taking a familiar route in the opposite direction of his house. Heâd left his date with Jiwon and for some reason was heading toward the bar heâs been going to lately. It took him a while to realize where he was going and about a block away he stopped to think.
What was he doing here? He could find any shitty bar where he knew his friends would never go and be just fine. He could be out with his friends or maybe getting to know Jiwon more in hopes of something blooming but instead he was going out alone. It was a bad idea to make this a regular thing. People he knows will begin to question where he goes and invade his privacy, he just knows it.
With a deep sigh he turned the engine off looking up at the brightly lit building in front of him. It was a small convenience store and deciding to not make his drive all the way over here pointless, he went inside.
He is starting to believe the universe in playing a trick on him. Whenever heâs gone to the bar youâve been working at and tonight he decided not to go⊠bummed that he wouldnât see you but clearly the universe had plans that couldnât get changed. Instead of serving two drinks to customers, youâre walking down a refrigerated section of cheap flower bouquets. Itâs like he was going to run into you tonight one way or the other. Just because he wasnât going the bar after all didnât mean he could escape you as easily. It was crazy.
You hadnât yet spotted him as you opened the door to grab one of the cheapest bouquet of orchids you could find. It wasnât until you were ready to walk back down that you saw him looking a little too interested in the small pints of ice cream. There were two options you could do, One: pretend you donât know him and head to the counter or Two: acknowledge him? What if he was the kind of person that didnât like being approached? It would be embarrassing for you.
âNo work tonight?â
You stopped in your tracks, ready to walk past him when he spoke up. You looked around shyly, âNot tonight, Is that where youâre headed now?â
âOriginally yeah, but good thing I changed my mind. You wouldnât have been there,â Jungkook said, glancing down at the small shopping basket in your hands. He missed the way your face flushed at the comment, unsure if he meant it flirtatiously or not.
You had the small orchids, a couple ramens and drinks in the basket that made him smile just a little, âIâm assuming you live around here?â
âI wouldnât be working here if I didnât,â You say lightly, a smile playing on your face when you saw his, and glanced down at your basket with embarrassment. All Jungkook had in his hand was a single bottle of wine that he grabbed so he wouldnât look strange approaching you, âDo you live around here too?â
âNo, I uh, Iâm kind of far actually,â He scratched the back of his head nervously, âBut, I was doing some work over here.â
His face tensed at the way he must have sounded lying to you. It wouldnât have been a good look for him if he said he went on a blind date with someone his best friend set him up with but raced here right after. It feels like the conversation shouldnât end yet but he doesnât know how to make it go on. Usually heâs able to tell what he should say to get someoneâs attention on him for longer but he doesnât know with you.
After a while, you began walking toward the register with Jungkook not far behind and you tried to act normal when you set your things down to be checked out.
Please, donât decline, you thought as you tapped your card to pay. When you were done and hesitating to leave or not, Jungkook spoke up again, âWhen do you work next?â
âWhy? So youâll visit me?â You asked him with a little more enthusiasm. Maybe you were overthinking it but was there a chance that he wanted to talk to you too? It felt like he asked you something so you wouldnât rush off before he was done paying.
He smiled, pleased to have you respond the way he wanted and he grabbed his things off the counter and turned to walk with you. You held your bag in one hand and your cellphone and wallet in the other and it was hard to miss the way your screen lit up with a phone call. You ignored the ringing but Jungkook was distracted now, âDo you need to take that?â
He held the door open for you wondering if it was your boyfriend or not and if he was just wasting his time. You shook your head, âIt's no one important.â
âSo youâre not seeing anyone?â Jungkook found himself asking, too impatient to beat around the bush any longer, âOr would you like to see me this weekendâor when youâre freeâ over drinks?â
You didnât say anything for a moment, staring up at the handsome man in front of you with a baited breath. Jungkook was attractive, very attractive but did you need to be seeing anyone right now? Sure, itâs been a couple weeks since you and Taehyung fell off but you still live together. If he found out he would lose his shit⊠but at the same timeâŠ
Jungkook was intriguing and charming and so attractive you couldnât wrap your mind around anything else.
âIâm free this upcoming Sunday.â
Before you split ways, you made sure to exchange information and you were practically rushing to tell your best friend.
jungkook: next time we should have stuck around and talked longer
When Sunday evening rolled in, Jungkook wore one of his black Prada shirts and black jeans. He tried dressing casual but this was as casual as he could go for seeing you out on a night like this.
âI could meet you halfway,â Jungkook insisted on the phone as he stood outside your building. It was a rundown apartment complex just like all the others in the area and even he felt unsafe, he canât imagine how you feel every night. Okay, maybe heâs not used to anything outside of the private, gated community he grew up with.
âItâs fine, Iâll be down in a second,â You practically whispered as you hurried to hang up. With a final spritz of perfume, you left your bedroom as quiet as possible but it was no use. Taehyung sat there watching you.
âIâll be back late so donât wait up,â You practically grumbled as you went to put on your heels.
âSince when do you dress like that?â Taehyung asked with a slight scoff. Unlike your usual attire of baggy pants, sweaters, tees and the occasional skirt, tonight you wore a short, satin pink dress with heels to match. You looked pretty and it annoyed him because he knew why.
âSince I stopped being with you,â You told him, fishing for your key before closing the door on him like last time.
It took a lot of convincing on Jungkookâs part to let you let him pick you up and you had many reasons why. One, you didnât want him to run into Taehyung or feel awkward. Two, you didnât want him to drive all the way here if youâd most likely be in the inner city which was on the other side of town. And three, you were slightly embarrassed at your housing complex. Youâve seen Jungkookâs dress attire and the expensive watches, chains, drinking preferences he wears. Heâs got money while youâve got two jobs still struggling to pay your half of the rent on top of all the debt tied to your name.
âWell donât you look stunning,â Jungkook said with a nervous chuckle as you approached him, eyeing his all black Porsche and how perfectly it matched him. The silk of your dress felt soft against his touch when you hugged him politely in greeting. You were slightly flushed by his comment and let him lead you to the passengerâs side.
âWere you waiting long?â You asked when he got into the driverâs side, looking you over one more time before starting the car.
âA l-little,â Jungkook couldnât help but feel flustered as you turned your body enough to look at him better. Your dress rode up on your thigh and he tried to focus on the road, âBut itâs my fault for being impatient. Next time Iâll give you all the time in the world if I get to see this pretty view.â
To be clear Jungkook has always thought you were attractive but this was different. This wasnât just him finding the bartender serving him drinks hot or the woman at the convenience store pretty. This was you dressing up for him in a pretty color while sitting pretty in his car and looking at him with your pretty eyes.
âNext time?â You laughed softly, sitting upright and trying not to seem affected, âDonât make promises just yet. You might not be able to keep them.â
âI always keep my promises,â Jungkook said, diving over the small bridge that separated your neighborhood from the rest of the city.
You went quiet after that, looking out the window curiously. Usually you stick to your area, the bus fare to go shopping downtown or eat at a fancy restaurant wouldnât be too bad but the time. On the bus it would be at least an hour long drive full of stops everywhere in between and you didnât have the time to make it a round day trip. It was nice seeing all the city lights when most of your neighborhood is dark aside from the occasional street lamp.
You were pleasantly surprised when he pulled the car in front of a large building and a valet came to the doors, directing you both out of the car. Jungkook instructed the valet on something you didnât care to hear as you looked around. It was obviously a hotel but with a large restaurant inside.
âReady?â Jungkook asked, suddenly at your side with a soft hand on your waist and you let him lead you in.
You felt oddly out of place when you looked around at everyone else but Jungkook didnât seem to care. He was significantly underdressed but that didnât stop him from pulling attention without meaning to and it made you slightly more comfortable. The restaurant sat on the top floor of a large hotel with a beautiful view of the city and amazing interior as well, âDo you like this place?â
âI have never been here before,â Jungkook admitted as he helped pull your chair, âIâll give you an answer after dinner.â
âYouâll decide once youâve gotten food?â You asked playfully but he just shook his head. âIâll decide when you do.â
You werenât sure how to respond but something about the way he looked at you told you he was being serious. Has he always been this forward? You didnât think so. Usually he asked you a couple things and that was it. Or maybe you didnât think there was any more to it. Sure, sometimes youâd catch him looking from across the bar but you always assumed he just needed something. When he asked you out the other night you assumed it was on a whim but now youâre not so sure.
It was far from a problem but you werenât sure how to take it. Something tells you Jungkook comes from a different world than you do. When the server came you ordered a drink and tried to focus on the menu. All the prices were high and you couldnât find anything in your normal price range. There were a lot of good options but what were you willing to choose?
âSo, when you think of an ideal type, who comes to mind?â Jungkook asked, picking around his plate. The two of you had talked about practically everything you could on a first date. He was a couple years older than you, worked at a banking firm, lived in the upper east luxury apartments, studied abroad, et cetera. He learned that you have two jobs and dropped out of school because it was too expensive and honestlyâŠyou thought you lost him then. You thought he was unimpressed and no longer interested judging by the look of disappointment in his face but then he asks you what your ideal type is?
âHm, I donât know,â You started awkwardly, feeling his gaze shift toward you and looked you in the eye waiting, âWell I would want someone honest⊠and loyal buââ
You stopped yourself feeling embarrassment edge on, it was ironic of you to say that was your type when clearly the past men youâve been with have been anything but. A light scoff left your lips as you laughed a little, âI donât know.â
âThatâs it? Shouldnât that be expected?â Jungkook asked. He was very loyal to his partners in the past but those relationships have long since been over and hold no meaning to him. He didnât even think he wanted to dateâconsidering how bored he was when the Jimin set him onâbut here he was having the time of life trying to get to know you.
âAlright, well what about you? Maybe I need an example answer,â You joked, trying to shift the attention off you but Jungkook didnât hesitate.
âI want someone I can relax around?â Jungkook was honest, âSomeone I want to introduce to people close to me and someone that makes me think about them all day.â
âHow do you decide who that person is?â You asked, moving your hair off your shoulder as you ate.
Jungkook smiled, âI donât know. I just feel it.â
You talked about random things here and there. He explained what exactly he did at the banking firm and you told him your aspirations to be a hair stylist when you were younger. He asked why you never pursued it and you told him financial issues which made the conversation slightly awkward but it never ended.
By the time you finished and Jungkook footed the rather expensive bill, you rode down the elevator peacefully and walked out the building. Once the valet brought the car back around, you were less nervous to be riding in it than earlier and sat comfortably.
âI hope you donât mind but I got you something,â Jungkook said once he was seated, âI wanted to wait till after dinner and then I forgot it.â
He reached under his seat where he had placed a small box earlier. You sat beside him watching him feel around for it, âOh you didnât have toââ
âI wanted to,â Jungkook said, placing a small box on your lap as he drove onto the street, âThink of it as a thank you for coming out with me tonight.â
âItâs nice but⊠isnât it too much?â You swallowed dryly, looking at the simple Cartier bracelet, scared to even touch it, âI don't know what to say, thank you?â
âDonât think about it, I just⊠I liked it and I wanted to gift you something,â Jungkook said honestly. He liked giving gifts and yesterday he was shopping for a new watch with Jin and he ended up finding the bracelet instead. For some reason he thought of you and before he could stop himself he bought it. It was one of the simple ones, not that expensive at all so he hopes you donât think heâs stingy with money or anything. Heâll get you something better the next time you see each other. He cleared his throat awkwardly, âDo you need help getting it on?â
You nodded shyly, unsure if you should take the gift but would it be rude to turn it down? What did he expect you to do after? You donât mean to compare but Taehyung would never give you something like this. The most he spent on you is when he helped you get a new flatscreen but even then he only paid for half of it. When the car stopped at a red light, he quickly shifted in his seat to reach you better. With a hand around your wrist he pulled you forward as he helped you with the clasp. He was quite particular with how it looked on you and made sure the pearl motif sat at the center of your wrist.
It didnât go unnoticed how he held your hand now as the light turned green. You didnât pull back and let his thumb graze over your soft knuckles, âPretty.â
Confusion rendered you silent on the ride back. Itâs not that you were ungrateful but you were skeptical. Youâve never met let alone gone out with a man like him and you had no idea what to make of this gift. Was he seriously giving it to you or did you have to do something to earn it? Was he interested in you or just bored? Would a man like him just give someone a thousand dollar bracelet for no reason?
âYou can just park right here,â You mumbled quietly as you pointed to a spot in front of your building. He opened your door for you and looked up at the building. Earlier he missed how the street lamp flickered giving everything a ghostly shadow. You let him walk you up feeling slightly embarrassed by the appearance of the staircase and hall but he didnât seem to mind.
âThanks for everything, seriously,â You said as you stood at your front door. At some point his hand had found its way to yours again and was softly running his thumb against your knuckles, âAre you sure about the gift?â
âI donât accept gifts back,â Jungkook laughed softly, âBesides, it looks better on you than it would me. Iâm showing my gratitude for having you out tonight. I enjoy your company.â
âGood, I like talking to you too,â you smiled warmly and he couldnât help but mirror it.
âSo when can we go out again? Whatâs your schedule like this week?â Jungkook asked hopefully.
âSo youâll visit me or take me out?â You asked playfully, more forward than earlier and his smile grew.
âBoth, perhaps?â He asked.
Now, you donât usually do anything on the first date. There was a big âIfâ about the possibly of going out with the person again but Jungkook has been better than you couldâve imagined. It doesnât make sense why heâs single and interested in you of all people.
Before you could think of what to do, he was moving closer. His touch was soft but there was no denying the way his hand wandered up to your waist, pulling you into him gently. You wrapped an arm around his neck before you could overthink it and leaned onto your tiptoes. Jungkook smiled, his other hand cupping your chin and tilting your face up. His lips brushed against yours teasingly, taking a moment before pressing them together in a first kiss.
You both were nervous at first but it was like something inside you came to life and you kissed him with more intent. Jungkook welcomed it, smiling a little into the kiss as he pulled back to catch his breath.
âI should go inside,â You giggled softly, turning away feeling flustered.
A small sigh left his lips, holding you close to him, âIâll call you.â
It took less than a week for Jungkook to reveal to his close friends who the mysterious person heâs been seeing was. He was not trying to keep you a secret at all but there was only so much he wanted to say to them all and it was the basics. You were a just nice girl heâs met and went on a date with, but even that was enough for all the interrogations to arise.
âSo how far did you guys go?â Hoseok and his hyper sexual mind felt the need to ask, âOr were you a true gentleman and settled for a hug?â
âWe kissed,â Jungkook said, licking his lips at the memory, dealing his own cards for their next round of poker, âIâm taking it slow as of now.â
âWhyâs that? The gala is not too far, shouldnât you be focused on who is attending with you?â Namjoon asked, ashing his cigarette in the tray to the left of him. Jungkook ignored half of what his friend said as he readied to play.
âY/n seems very different from me and I just donât want to scare her off just yet,â Jungkook said honestly, thinking back to your reaction when he gave you the bracelet. He, of course, never assumed you came from much money especially considering he knew where you worked and lived but it wasnât a problem to him. He was more worried if youâd manage in his life with the people heâs close to. Itâs something he often wonders when the possibility of a relationship comes to mind but usually this is weeks into dating. The two of you have barely gone on one date and for some reason heâs already envisioning the future and what it could look like.
âHoly shit, thatâs like a thousand bucks,â Yeaun looked over the bracelet, âAnd he just gave it to you? Where can I find a guy like that?â
âI guess,â You said, shifting your eyes to Yoongi as if he had the answers. The two of you stood behind the bar while Yeaun sat at the counter. It was early in the evening and youâve been since 2:00pm and ready for your shift to end. Your friendâs been here âstudyingâ for over an hour but sheâs been too distracted listening to your date stories. The bar was empty aside from a couple stragglers who got off work early but nothing crazy and it put you at ease.
âDoes he know about Taehyung?â Yoongi asked curiously.
âNo, it was a first date. I didn't think I had to dish out all my problems so soon and scare him off,â You joked as you looked down at the bracelet, âBesides, who knows how long this will last.â
âHave you talked since then?â Yeaun asked, leaning against the counter with interest.
âA little, yeah. He works at a bank so heâs got long hours at the office so I donât really expect him to reach out to me much,â You told them honestly, âAnd who knows, it mightâve just been a one time thing.â
You shrugged it off like it wasnât a big deal but part of you wondered if heâd reach out for another date or not. He said he would but who knows. People make promises all the time.
âUgh, but he sounds like a dreamâa dream with money,â Yeaun pretended to swoon as she gathered her things and stuffed them into her book bag, âAlright, Iâve gotta go home and study, keep me updated though. Bye guys.â
You waved her off and turned to Yoongi as he polished some glasses. He gave you a small sigh, âI like the guy, he always tips well.â
As your shift came to an end and you left Yoongi to deal with the night people, you got on the bus to take your usual route home.
jungkook: will you be working tonight?
you: I just got off actually
jungkook: I wanted to see you :(
You read the message at least three times unable to think of a response.
jungkook: have you eaten? shall we get dinner?
Just as you hurried to type, your phone began to ring and a smile came to his face, âYou really are impatient, giving me no time to answer.â
Jungkook smiled as he drove over the familiar bridge that closed the gap between you, âSorry, Iâm not used to waiting. What are you doing then?â
âIâm on the bus, a couple stops away from home,â You told him looking at the passing buildings and the way the sun had fully set now, âWhat time do you want to meet for dinner?â
âNow?â Jungkook asked, âIâm not too far from your place, Iâll waitâor better yet whatâs the next stop and Iâll meet you.â
Jungkookâs Porsche looked strange parking at The bus stop waiting for you and you felt slightly embarrassed by your appearance. Compared to last time you were nowhere near as out together and it was clearly evident youâve just gotten off work. Jungkook was in his office attire but he still managed to look good.
âIf you had given me a little more time I wouldâve gotten dressed up for you,â You said light heartedly as he greeted you with a hug and kiss on your cheek.
âBut I like seeing you like this too, reminds me of that black skirt you wore the first night I met you,â Jungkook said, taking your hand in his, âSo whereâs the restaurant you were talking about?â
Something has begun to really sprout between the two of you. Part of it still feels superficial to an extent but thatâs how itâs supposed to feel. Youâre not supposed to jump into anything so fastâŠ
Yes, youâve been meeting up a lot more regularly but you still keep each other at a distance. When you meet itâs usually out and tonight Jungkook wanted to be somewhere comfortable with you. He understood you got off work at the bar late and the last thing you wanted to do was go out so he opted for another way he could see you.
âCan I come over instead?â He asked as he sat at the bar one night. It was late, Yoongi had shut the music off and the lights turned on giving everyone a hint that it was closing time. Jungkook had arrived a couple hours before midnight to keep you company. Now that youâre closing he knows thereâs a chance the night would come to an end soon and itâs the last thing he wanted. He had a stressful day at work that involved a meeting with the CFOâhis father, about some reports. It spiraled into a conversation about the gala and who he thinks Jungkook should go with.
He had wanted to tell his father then that he wasnât interested in being set up on a date because he had you but he struggled saying it. He doesnât know where the two of you stand but he wants to figure it out. Jungkook watched you wipe the counters as Yoongi counted registers and he even helped wipe down a few chairs for you as he waited for a response. If the people at the office or his friends saw him cleaning up after strangers theyâd laugh in surprise. He wasnât the type to get his hands dirty and thatâs exactly what heâs doing just to be with you.
Usually you always changed the subject when he asked, or hinted at him to go somewhere else instead but it was so late nothing would be open. Taehyung would be asleep if he was home but that was very unlikely. It was the weekend and he was most likely with his friends getting drunk somewhere and looking for an after party. Thereâs a chance he wouldnât come home at all so what excuse did you have to turn Jungkook down?
In the end, you gave in and once the bar was closed, Jungkook drove straight to your apartment. He climbed up the familiar stairs, walked down the familiar aisle and stood behind you as you unlocked the door, warning him about a possible mess. Now, you werenât cruel. Jungkook wasnât walking in completely blindsided by the idea that you had a roommate but you werenât totally up front with him. He knew your roommate was a guy but he wasnât so sure about the relationship between you two.
Taehyung was half-asleep on the couch and Jungkook looked at him with furrowed brows as he followed into your room. You sighed, âSorry, my roommateâs here.â
âItâs fine,â Jungkook said with a shrug as he began to unbutton the cuff of his shirt so he could roll the sleeves up, âHow do you know him again?â
He wanted to ask more but he had to be patient.
âDo you want me to be honest?â You asked nervously but he nodded his head and waited.
âHeâs my ex boyfriend. Thereâs still over six months on our lease but weâve been broken up for⊠I think as long as Iâve known you now. Weâre stuck living together until the lease is up,â You confessed in a single breath, âHe sleeps on the couch now.â
âYour ex boyfriend?â Jungkook looked at the closed door, imagining the man who slept on the other side of it and his chest tightened. Why didnât he just move out or why didnât you? Was it a money issue, no one to let you crash out their place?
âYeah but donât worry, we donât talk at all,â You tried to reassure him but you could tell he was too busy in his head, âWhat are you thinking?â
âIs this you?â He asked, holding up a picture frame in hands and staring at who appeared to be you but years younger. A small smile played on his lips that made you feel flustered as you took the frame from him, âYes, donât look at it. I was in a phase.â
âI can tell,â he joked playfully, looking around for something new to take his attention. Admittedly your place was small and it seemed like you had everything that expressed you shoved into your small bedroom. He understood you lived with someone else but is that what itâs like? What in this room belonged to Taehyung? You once shared it so there had to be something and that didnât sit right with him. He had no need to get jealous but it made his throat dry to think about.
âWhat? You didnât have something you were obsessed with growing up?â You asked, sitting against your row of pillows as he took a seat on your armchair. There was a vase of orchids on your vanity and books surrounding him as he stayed back.
âI was hyper fixated on water polo as a kid,â He confessed randomly, âBut then there was an accident with my horse and I couldnât do it anymore.â
âWait, thatâs kind of sad,â You sat straighter, âBut water polo?â
âYeah, I switched to rowing and tennis when I was in college,â Jungkook said, and you looked at him curiously. Even in his business attire you can tell he had a lean, muscular body and you couldnât help but stare. With an awkward clear of your throat you looked away, âWould you like a drink?â
âI canât, I have to make it home tonight,â Jungkook said with a sigh as he stared out the window to his side. It was late and he wanted to spend more alone time with you but he probably couldnât.
âAlready?â You asked patting the left side of your bed as if calling for him. He looked between you and the spot, heart beating fast and he thought about it.
âOh, if you insist,â He watched the way you rolled your eyes playfully, and laid back in your bed a little more, âYou know, for some reason Iâm comfortable around you even though we still donât know each other that well. I think you did something to me.â
âLike?â You asked with a hint of amusement.
âYouâre easy to talk to and Iâm not used to that,â Jungkook said, noticing the distance between you getting smaller, shoulders nearly brushing against each other, legs angled in and your hand right in his reach. He took it shyly, looking over the bracelet he gave you last time.
Jungkook was being honest now. He doesnât understand how or why but once he met you, he felt good.
âYou like me that much?â You smiled teasingly and he couldnât help but smile too. In the beginning he always took you to be indifferent. You didnât pay more attention to him than you needed to and clearly you had things going on in your life that stressed you out.
When you began talking to him he finally got a hint of interest in your part but he found you hard to readâhe still does. You smile more often now and joke around, go out with him, but want more. If youâre closed off because of the relationship with the guy who slept outside the bedroom then he really canât stand him.
âI do,â Jungkook smiled harder, leaning into you, âAnd Iâve been thinking about kissing you again.â
Alone in your bedroom with a guy whoâs nice and handsome and charming and⊠overall dreamy made things hard to resist. You kissed him shyly, lips pressed against his and he felt himself sink into your bed even further. His hands found the belt loops of your jeans and he hooked a finger using it to pull on top of him. You both were still dressed in your work clothes but neither of you seemed to care.
He hugged your hips, soft lips hungry for more of your touch and his mind went blank. Your hands cupped his face and you didnât shy away from his wandering hands that snuck under your plain black tee and felt along your spine. With your body pressed to his, you rolled onto your back with him following after you, never wanting to break apart.
You donât know how long you stayed like that, kissing heavily and hands roaming but never straying too far. He didnât push you for more even when you felt the way you affected him. Instead he kept the pace mutual, made you feel good and cared for.
By the time your lips were too swollen and sore, you had to pull back. His breathing was heavy and his hair was a mess of tousled black hair. He looked more of a wreck than you did and you couldnât help but laugh softly trying to fix the collar of his white button up.
âIâve got a meeting in a few hours,â Jungkook mumbled against your skin as he checked the time on his watch. It was way past midnight and he had to be ready by 7:00am. The drive home was nearly a half hour and he hadnât prepared himself that well. As much as he wants to stay in your bed he knew he had to go.
You whined softly, hugging him closer before easing off. You let him stand up and he tucked the part of his shirt that had slipped out and attempted to fix his hair. There was an obvious bulge in his slacks that he tried to ignore even when you looked so inviting. It would be so easy for him to fall back into bed and keep going but he had to be responsible. Sadly, responsibility came in the form of having self control and remembering heâs got work tomorrow.
âIâll walk you out,â You said with a small sigh. It was late and you had to be up early for the morning shift so it was right to end things. You needed to get out of your jeans and into bed. The two of you left your room quietly. His hand was on your waist, following you blindly out with his shoes in his hands and a calm smile.
âI'll call you tomorrow,â Jungkook whispered his promise as you unlocked the front door. He stood in the brightly lit hallway now. The goodbye was sweet and he found himself lingering behind when you shut the door. He couldnât make out the full conversation but your ex didnât seem to have been sleeping at all.
âWho was that?â Taehyung asked, sounding tired or irritated. He was laying down but with the light from the hall shining in you can make out the shape of his open eyes.
âA friend,â You said blandly.
âCan you do me a favor and keep your friends out of here?â Taehyung asked bitterly, âItâs my apartment too. Iâve already given you the room, the least you can do is respect me enough to not bring guys over on my bed.â
He stood alone in his office, trying to take a break from the busy day heâs had. Back to back meetings, lunch with his father, endless paperwork, hearing Hoseok scold him about not going further with you, etc., he needed a break. His phone sat on his desk and it was taking everything inside him not to call you. Heâs tried distracting himself with the view outside his windows but it wasnât working.
âIâm just saying, whatâs taking you so long? If you actually liked this girl wouldnât you have gone for it?â Hoseok asked with a shrug of his shoulders, âSheâs got you whipped and you havenât even done anything, thatâs crazy.â
âItâs not even like that, Y/nâs justâŠâ Jungkook looked nervous like when he had a school crush and would get teased about it, âI wanted toâshe lives with her ex.â
âRed flag,â Jimin chimed in from his corner of Jungkookâs office, âWhy?â
âBecause she still lives with her ex, obviously. Thereâs still something there or else she wouldâve moved out by now donât you think?â Jimin explained making Jungkook run his fingers through his hair anxiously.
âMaybe moneyâs tight. Y/n said their lease still has another six months,â Jungkook bit his lip.
âHelp her pay to end it then, duh,â Hoseok said with a shrug, knowing money wasnât a problem for him or his friends, âFree her from the shackles of past relationships.â
This time Jungkook didnât say anything because he was too busy thinking about it. He could help you pay it off, maybe even find you a new place but would you want him to? You always seem so tired after working both jobs and although he hasnât made it official, he doesnât like seeing the person heâs dating stressed all the time. He could easily take the weight off your shoulders if you let him.
âIsnât Jungkookâs problem that he hates dating women after his money? Why are you volunteering him to pay for some random girlâs rent?â Hoseok asked with a scoff, âThe girl I set you up with would never, FYI.â
He rolled his eyes, sinking back into his chair, âI donât care about that girl. I care about Y/n.â
âSo make it official, offer her help, and take her to the gala. Boom!â Jimin clapped like he solved world hunger.
He was going to, he planned to at least, he was just thinking of how to do it. It should be something simple but for some reason heâs nervous to do it. Everyone has already been nagging him about his personal life and as much as heâd like to keep you to himself, part of him also wants to show you off. Youâre not what he expected
When he was alone in his office, he spent his time thinking about what you could be doing right now and how badly he wanted to see you. All youâve done is make out and he wants to do more but heâs also happy about the pace youâre taking things. It seems right. Heâs not jumping to get into your pants and youâre not running to his pockets. He respects you and finds you too stunning to let go even if you lead different lives.
After work, he headed right to where heâd find you and you were talking with some college guys who ordered shots at the bar. They were in some university jackets and seemed perfectly content taking up your time.
âAre those for me?â Yoongi asked, stepping out from the walk-in fridge of alcohol. He pointed at what Jungkook was holding and it seemed to catch your attention too, finally making you look over at him. Your eyes softened, standing up as he got to the bar.
He held a large bouquet of orchids, various types of the flower, some pink, some white, a little bit of both, a hint of yellow. They looked pretty and he held them out to you as he responded to Yoongi, âSorry, hyung. Maybe next time.â
âI didnât know you were stopping in tonight,â You said, taking the flowers graciously. Now that youâre sort of seeing each other he hasnât been stopping regularly. Usually he sees you in your free time and occasionally if he goes to the bar but itâs usually at the end when not many people are left and youâre about to close.
âI meant to call but I forgot, forgive me?â He asked with a teasing smile, eyes glazed over as he watched you, âI just wanted to ask you something.â
You didnât hesitate to step out with him, alone in front of your job, clutching the bouquet in your hands.
âSo, Iâve been kind of pushing it off because Iâm not sure what youâll think, but Iâve been thinking about it a lot lately and I canât wait much longer to ask,â Jungkook started off with a nervous scoff, âAnd now that weâre out here and Iâve distracted you from work, itâs probably shitty timing butââ
âJungkook,â You said, looking up at him, âWhat do you want to ask me?â
âWill you go out with me? I mean⊠I know weâve gone on a few dates here and there but I donât think to keep going with this without asking you for a relationship. I want to get to know you more and more and I donât want to think about you possibly misreading my intentions and I just⊠really want to be your boyfriend,â Jungkook finished.
A smile spread on your lips as you leaned into him, one hand around his neck while the other held the bouquet from falling. His hands fell effortlessly on your waist, pulling you closer, feeling you nod your head against him, âIs this a yes?â
âYes,â You kissed his cheek, âOrchids are my favorite also.â
âReally?â He asked feigning surprise, âI guess I was lucky picking them out.â
âAre you staying for a drink?â You asked pulling back despite his hold.
âI donât think so, Iâve got another crazy day tomorrow and Iâve got some errands to run. Do you close tonight?â Jungkook asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, âYou work too much?â
âI work too much?â You asked with a laugh, âYouâre the one with back to back meetings.â
It was oddly endearing seeing the way he pouted despite his tough exterior. He wore a black suit and his hair was combed back, driving his usual Porsche but then pouting at you rather cutely and delivering you your favorite flowers.
âYouâre right, Iâll take a few days off and spend all my time with you,â Jungkook said playfully, âIf you think Iâm clingy now just you wait.â
âOkay, okay,â You pushed against his chest lightly, âI have to get back inside before Yoongi kills me. Thank you for the flowers.â
âMhm,â Jungkook bit his lip, keeping you close to him still as he refused to let go of your hand, âCan I get a kiss before you go?â
You sighed, pretending to find it bothersome but let him pull you back. You kissed him goodbye with a promise to call him when you get home and went inside as he drove off.
The flowers looked pretty in the clear cylinder vase you fit them into once you got home that night. You ignored it when Taehyung slammed the door and set the flowers on your vanity, smiling a little to yourself as you got ready for bed.
It took a week for him to officially ask you to be his date for the event of the year. He wanted to appreciate the tranquility he had with you at least a little before he brought you to everyone close to him. He didnât want your opinion about him changing but he also wanted to show you off finally. In the end, he asked you over dinner and you had no reason to turn him down.
You didnât fully understand what he was inviting you to and the gift he left for you one day only left you more confused.
âJust try it on, baby,â Jungkook urged you on as he busied himself in your bedroom while you stared at the box on your bed, âIâm sorry I couldnât find anything better at the last minute but youâll look beautiful either way.â
He already thought you looked pretty with how you styled your hair and makeup, you just needed a pretty bustier gown with orchids to match. It was a vintage Dolce & Gabbana dress that accentuates your figure nicely. Your neck looked plane but he fixed that with a few gold pieces and rushed you out the room. Taehyung wasnât homeânot that either of you cared if he wasâbut if you could avoid him the better. You didnât need him looking at you some type of way and youâre sure Jungkook could go without it too.
âI couldâve found something to wear, you didnât have to,â You tried to say but it was clear he wasnât listening.
âI wanted to,â Jungkook fixed the cuffs of his suit, checking the time on his watch. âWeâll be late if we donât get going now.â
When he first told you about the charity gala, you werenât sure what to expect. Maybe a few auctions, some guest speakers or small press but this was so much more than that. Hundreds of people filed into the large venue, chandeliers held high and disco balls spinning. Everyone wore suits and beautiful dresses who wore them more confidently than you did yours. There were performance acts happening all around you and a few people youâve seen on television in attendance. Without meaning to, you leaned against Jungkook as he navigated through the seating and found your table.
âLook whoâs finally decided to let us meet his girlfriend,â Someone said from the table as Jungkook searched around for his place card. Usually, he sat with his parents and his brother and his family but he started with his friends first. The others were busy speaking on stage and right now the guys seemed less intimidating.
âY/n, this is Jimin, youâll learn he never thinks before he speaks,â Jungkook joked, making you want to smile but unsure if you should.
âYou clean up nicely for a waitress,â Someone else said and Jungkook looked up immediately. Hoseok was obviously jokingâperhaps to impress the girl heâs been seeing and the one he set Jungkook up with for a date [who was surprisingly on Jinâs arm now]. One of the girls snickered, making your brows furrow.
âDonât be an asshole,â Namjoon told him off, directing Jungkook to sit down, noticing how ready he was to speak up.
âYouâre prettier than he said,â Namjoon told you with a polite smile. Jungkookâs hand rested on the back of your chair as he looked around for his parents before asking you, âJust ignore some of the stuff they say. Iâll handle it.â
âIâm not worried,â You admitted, sitting straighter as you looked at your name plaque on the dining set in front of you. He smiled down at you, âYou are prettier than I first said.â
âSo whatâs it like busting tables, Y/n?â Some woman asked you and Jungkook turned, clearly annoyed. He couldnât understand why Hoseok would bring the girl he went on a date with to the gala as Jinâs date instead. It didnât make sense and once again his dear friend was bringing questionable guests.
âAbout as pleasant as your company,â You said with a smile, âPerhaps a bit more, Iâd assume? I donât know, I'm not a waitress.â
You were a bartender and a cashier, if this random woman is going to insult you could she at least be accurate? Either way, thereâs nothing wrong with being in the service industry but judging by everyone around the table, they all look down it. You looked at Jungkook, in his designer suit, wearing the designer dress he bought you and feeling very obviously out of place.
âIâm gonna go to the washroom,â You whispered to him and concern flickered in his eyes. Your hand barely grazed his shoulder as you stood up and he placed his hand over it keeping you from leaving just yet.
âEverything okay?â He asked, not caring for anyone else at the table but you at the moment. You nodded with a gentle smile, âYes, Iâll be right back.â
When you left the table it seemed like everyone was able to catch a proper breath, all looking at Jungkook as if he had something to say. He didnât let you get too far out of his sight before he stood up too.
âWhere are you going?â Jimin asked with an amused expression, âI want Y/n back, sheâs cute.â
âIâm gonna find us better company,â Jungkook said as he looked at the women and Hoseok, âSober company.â
âCome on man, weâre just messing around,â he said turning to Jin hoping for some help but Jin chose to stay out of it, âSheâs great, honestly. Not what I expected.â
âHobi,â one of the girls complained but Jungkook was taking his drink and leaving.
You tried to fix your appearance in the mirror but there wasnât anything specific you could point to. There was just something that felt wrong and maybe it was being here at all. Maybe youâre moving too fast? Youâve already agreed to go out with him and you have strong feelings for him but if those are his friends⊠and these are the parties he attends⊠maybe youâre not cut out for it.
The women were flooded in designer and a sort of elegance youâre sure you didnât possess and the others seemed just as luxurious. You work two jobs to keep a shitty roof over your head while youâre attending a ball in a dress worth more than what you make in a month. You might act like youâre not nervous but youâre anxious. It feels like youâre pretending to be comfortable. Do you deserve this sort of treatment from him? All heâs done since you met him is keep you company, shower you in gifts, listen you every word you said, and⊠brought you around those close to him but were you right for him?
He seemed too good for you.
âI was beginning to think you ran out on me,â Jungkook said with a chuckle as he watched you jump in surprise. He stood near the entrance to the washrooms and waited for you to come out for what felt like forever.
âYou really are impatient,â You teased as he pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips, âIs everyone still at the table?â
âProbably,â Jungkook said, taking your hand in his and walking through the crowds, âBut Iâm sick of them, letâs do our own thing for now.â
Jungkook was as attentive as ever. He introduced you to anyone who came up to him and he looked genuinely happy to have you there by his side. You havenât been seeing each other for long at all, but it feels right. At one point you reunited with his friends, except Jimin was off somewhere with Jin and the two girls. The rest welcomed you just fine and asked you questions about yourself. Sometimes Jungkook would say something about you that you had no idea he knew. Hoseok found it adorable how he spoke for you with a sense of pride or excitement. It was obvious to anyone who paid attention that Jungkook felt strongly for you and you for him. Although hesitant to let you in, you seemed to charm your way with his friends and it made him happy to see how well you fit in.
âLeaving already?â Namjoon asked when Jungkook made his rounds of farewell to everyone he knew.
âYeah, weâre⊠tired,â Jungkook said but the smile on his face said otherwise, âAnd itâs late.â
âHm,â Namjoon seemed amused as he looked down at the arm Jungkook had around your waist and how it ran along your hip, holding you close. The two of you looked like proper lovers on their honeymoon and he couldnât help but laugh, knowing neither of you were close to tiredâjust ready to leave.
He smirked, âHave fun.â
âWhat did that mean?â You asked as Jungkook led you out but he just shrugged. Valet brought his car and you got in with him.
âDonât know,â Jungkook said leaning over the middle consoled to kiss you, âWill you spend the night at my place?â
âI donât have clothes,â You said, smiling at the way he seemed to deject, worrying at his bottom lip.
âI mean⊠we wonât really need thaââ
âJungkook!â You hit his arm playfully, making him laugh. He drove to his place with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. He lived in a penthouse in the sky, at one of the most expensive apartments in the whole city. The entire ride up the elevator was filled with his rough hands holding you in his arms, telling you how beautiful you looked tonight.
âI canât take too much credit,â You teased, arms around his neck as you went to the top floors, âYouâre the one who picked out the dress.â
âItâs not about the dress,â Jungkook whispered, cupping your face in his hands, âItâs about the person wearing it.â
âAnd what about when Iâm not wearing it?â You asked, stepping out of the elevator once it got to his floor. You walked ahead of him and he couldnât help but look after you. Your hips swayed with each step, walking so effortlessly in a dress that accentuated your shape. It had his attention all night and he knew tonight was the night heâd have you. You were hard to resist but he was patient, he waited for the right timing to make sure what he felt was right and it was. He was so into you it was all he could think about.
âY/n,â Jungkook called for you before you could skip too far from him. The two of you stood in the foyer now and he was taking your hand in his to keep you from wandering too far inside. His place was huge, the entrance alone had a level of class you didnât expect. It was a two level penthouse with a grand staircase and pool on the balcony. Your heels created an echo that felt never endless and in the middle of the foyer was a rounded table with a small stack of mail and a large vase of orchids.
Now you feel bad always dragging him to your small bedroom in an apartment you shared with an ex boyfriend. It was something Jungkook never seemed bothered byâeven when Taehyung would make a fuss about somethingâand that made you feel even more embarrassed.
You were too distracted to notice when he closed the space between you, hands on your waist as he pulled you against him.
âYouâve been handsy all night, yâknow,â You teased him with a smile, turning in his arms to face him. He let his forehead lean against yours, and closed the space between your lips until you were kissing.
There was a hint of a smile into the kiss as he deepened it by dipping his head low, mouths moving in sync. Even with your heels, you couldnât quite reach him and tried to lean upward.
Jungkookâs hands traced down your waist, falling to your hips and without pulling away, pulled you onto the table, sliding his mail to the floor. A light squeal left your lips, holding him tighter, âJungkook.â
âI canât help it,â He began to trail soft kisses down your neck, nibbling here and there to get a reaction out of you, âIâve been good all the time.â
You couldnât help but laugh, a cute and amused laugh that made him smile. One of the straps of your dress slipped down your shoulders and he hooked a finger into the thin fabric and pushed it back into spot. Jungkook didnât hesitate to help you down from the table, not yet letting you go but walked toward the staircase âAnd Iâve got you all alone now. Nobody asking you for another round of drinks, or your⊠roommate, just you and I. I donât think I can hold back any longer.â
With that being said, he guided you up the stairs taking you down a hallway toward the main bedroom. It was modern and dark with a wall of windows that overlooked the city lights. His bed was at the center with black sheets that he set you down and begins kissing you again.
Your hands ran down the front of his suit, pushed the jacket off and untucked it from his slacks. Every time you see him heâs dressed so nicely but you wanted to see what it looked like underneath. One time it had been late and last minute when he saw you and was dressed in a casual hoodie and sweats. You made out on your bed but never got far enough to take your clothes off. You know heâs muscular and lean but you needed to see it all.
Although your pace of undressing him was quick to your knowing, it wasnât enough for him. He yanked at the buttons, pulling it off and your jaw nearly dropped.
"Tattoos?" You questioned with surprise, as he sat back on his haunches playing with the buckle of his belt. He unclipped the back of his silver watch, throwing it on the floor and pulled his belt fully out of the loops.
âSurprising?â He responded looking down at. Your dress was ruffled up around your waist and your legs looked smooth. You sat back on your hands to meet him halfway for another kiss and while his mouth was concentrated on yours and your tongues danced against each other, he slipped his hands down your back. Your dress had a lower back cut, barely held together by a ribbon that had been tempting him all night. How easy it would have been to undo it and kiss along your spine.
A soft gasp slipped past your lips and swallowed by his as he pushed the straps off your shoulder and let it pool around your breasts. He slipped it further down exposing more of yourself to him and he kissed down your neck. You were slowly fall back into his pillows with his mouth against your collarbone, guiding you to your back so he could take the dress off you.
He left wet kiss down your chest, hands tracing along your ribcage as you arched into him and your breasts fell and rose with each heavy breath you took. mouth left wet kisses down to your collarbone and between your breasts. You let out a sigh feeling his gentle touch and he cupped your soft mound, squeezing lightly before he brought his lips to your hardening bud.
âIs this good?â Jungkook asked almost shyly, tongue sneaking a touch on your nipple as his thumb swiped over it feeling it begin to stiffen. You could barely form words to respond when he repeated the actions a couple times.
"Jungkoângh," you whined wriggling around a little for more. He looked up at you through a mess of hair and his teasing tongue flicked your nipple as his other hand groped the flesh of your left breast.
You touched along his back wanting to feel more of him pushing your breasts in his face and he drooled all over your boobs, sucking and licking your skin while you arched into him.
Once his tongue had grown sore, Jungkook moved along down your stomach pulling on it in hopes that he could get it off. With a small huff in annoyance, he sat back, looking down at your half naked body and tried to work out a way to take it off you. He raised your legs against his shoulders, sliding the flimsy fabric off and throwing it to the floor next to his shirt.
It didnât go ignored the fact that you had been completely bare underneath, your pubic area exposed to him as youâve gone all night with no panties and it was only now he realized.
âYou had nothing under this entire time?â Jungkook asked, finally pulling his own pants down, not bothering to wait to get his briefs off and did them both at the same time. He barely gave you time to appreciate the veins leading down his V-line toward his hardened cock before he was leaning down to kiss you again, âIf I wouldâve known we wouldâve never left your apartment.â
âGood thing I didnât tell you then,â You said between gasps when he licked the shell of your ear, pressing his naked body against yours.
Tonight had been something heâs known for months and a yearly event that he needed to attend. If he had known and seriously kept you in bed youâre sure he wouldâve heard an earful. You only chose to go bare so you wouldnât get a panty line on the dress.
He mustâve liked your chest because he went back to your breasts hungrily latching onto a nipple again, choosing not to respond anymore as he got lost in your warmth.
Like earlier when he got the dress off, he hitched your right leg up until it was bent close to your stomach, exposing more of your wet pussy to his greedy eyes. Silky strings of arousal glazed over your folds making him run his tongue along his bottom lip. Jungkook was focused on your wet cunt, dragging a finger along the center where your juices puddled at your entrance. It was a wet, creamy sort of slick that coated his fingers and your clit.
You released a moan at stimulation, jaw going slack when Jungkook gripped your hips with his free hand and pressed you firmly to the bed. Making sure you wouldnât squirm away, he dropped to his stomach, face between your lips as he went for a taste.
His lips were soft against your folds, eyes locked onto the sight of your puffy lips and let his tongue lick up the puddle of arousal. He practically sucked on it for a taste and left open mouth kisses on your cunt. You gripped the bed sheets tightly, legs threatening to shut but whenever you tried to squirm his head followed your movements.
Jungkook could barely breathe but it felt unnecessary as he nipped at your labia, sucking it into his mouth and letting your clit rut against the tip of his rounded nose. In all honesty, there was only one thing on his mind right now. He wanted to please you and make you feel good. He wanted to make you forget about any other guy and make you think of him and only him. His mouth closed over the stiffened clit suddenly and he began to lick and suck, feeling the outline of your slit get his chin wet like a dog lapping at water with thirst.
You had to be the sweetest thing to ever grace his tongue and it was making him lose his mindâaimlessly rutting his stiff cock against the bed.
Your head had fully tipped back, no longer paying attention to the pleasure he brought between your legs and sunk into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling moaning. Jungkook watched you succumb to what he gave you and he snaked a hand along your body, feeling the way your stomach caved in with deep breaths and settled a grip on your tits. His fingers were wet and he used the liquid to coat your nipples, rubbing them between fingers and quite literally tongue fucking you with your hips humping his face.
You were in ecstasy with his mouth slobbering all over your cunt. You couldnât remember the last time you let someone touch youâpleasure you. It surely wasnât with the ex you lived with. You stopped letting him in long before you broke up and even then he didnât make you feel the way Jungkook did.
"Ohâ" you moaned softly, hands in his
dark hair keeping him in place. He didn't say anything only guided you through an orgasm, feeling the way your legs shook and your breath hitched. Your clit twitched in his mouth and he tried to soothe the feeling with tender lips, tongue lapping at your release as you came down from your high.
Your eyes opened, looking right at the red tip of his cock, aching with need and pointing straight at you. He leaked with precum just from what he had done to you and he needed more. You tried to sit up on shaky legs, meeting him halfway for a messy tongue kiss, licking your arousal off his lips and some spit mixed into it. It was nasty but it made him grown with lust, especially when your hand snaked around his mushroom tip.
Jungkook dropped his forehead against your shoulder, staring down at your naked bodies and focusing on the hand you had on him. Your thumb was rubbing against the slit, smearing clear arousal around his head. His brows knitted together, a confused expression as you tried leaning back, managing to pull him into bed. It didnât take long for him to get the hint and get on his back.
âBaby,â Jungkook tried to warn as you shifted to sit between his legs, leaning down to his stiff member. He was so close already and wasnât sure how much heâd be able to handle before he had a chance to be inside you. A dry gasp left his lips as you went in without warning.
You flattened your tongue on the underside of his length, teasing a long lick from his base to the tip. Spit pooled in your mouth that you let drool out of your mouth and cover his tip, eyes on him the whole time. His eyes felt heavy but he refused to let them shut, wanting to see the way you took his cock into your mouth seductively.
A deep, throaty men left his lips as you swallowed as much of him as you could; never pulling your eyes off him and his head nearly tipped back with pleasure. Holding the base of his cock with one hand, you begin to bob your head setting a good pace, with your other hand on his muscular thigh.
Your eyes lock on the obvious muscles flexing under your touch, his abdomen more prominent than before and you eyed his tattoos curiously. Whatever you couldnât fit into your mouth was jerked off by your free hand that would occasionally run a little lower to massage his scrotum.
You can tell he was close which left you with a sense of pride. Your nose pressed into his pubic bone, taking steady breaths as you flattened your tongue and relaxed your throat to fit whatever more you can. Jungkook panted feeling the throb of his cock as his tip hit the back of your throat.
You roughly swallow around him, suppressing a gag and resume to deep throat him.
"Fucking hell," he groaned tossing his head back in bliss, hand hiding his face as it scrunched together in pleasure. Moans were pouring out of his mouth, sounds muffled into his hand, "I'm soâclose."
It hit him at once, hips nearly licking from how hard his muscles tightened with pleasure. His cock twitched warning a gag from you before he couldnât take anymore. You didnât pull away, swallowing what you could of his release.
Jungkook slowly comes down from his high, hand petting your hair. His eyes were hazy and his mouth dry. It felt like he couldn't move a muscle but he needed to feel your mouth on his. He could taste himself on you and with your aftertaste on his he wished to kiss more, pulling you onto his lap.
It was the best head heâs ever received yet his cock ached for more.
âCondom?â You asked, nipping at his ear lobe making his eyes roll. He didnât bother to shift you off his lap as he blindly felt around his nightstand for protection.
He let you slide it onto his member, watching it bounce back up, too stiff to budge and held placed a hand at the base as you moved to straddle him.
The expression you made as you sank onto his length was utterly beautiful and you radiated a confidence in taking him that he hadnât seen before. Every time heâd seen you has led up to this moment where you could finally be as intimate as you please and he wasnât the only one jumping for the chance. He didn't push to move even if he really wanted to and instead let you adjust. He wanted this to be pleasurable to you too.
"Jungkook," you whined, hands flat on his chest making your tits perk up and he carefully shifted his hips, rolling them up to dig just a little deeper.
âThatâs it baby,â he muttered under his breath, watching your hair fall forward as you tried to concentrate on his thrusts. You ground your hips against him and he watched your body shudder with pleasure. It was hypnotic the way you pulled him and he couldnât help but lean upward, kissing one of your breasts as you rode his dick for the first time.
He groped at your ass, spreading the soft cheeks apart and rammed into you when you threw your head back with a whimper, "Feels good."
You threw your arms around him, suffocating him against your chest as he bounced you on his dick, moaning against your nipples and drooling. Jungkook's nail dug into your soft flesh as he lifted your hips up and down on his cock.
He felt stuck, unable to move his hips as much as he wanted to and with a low grunt, he rolled you onto your back, knees digging into the mattress as your legs wrapped around his waist, âFuck, I canât.â
You didnât pay much attention to his words as Jungkook began to quite literally drop dick inside you, grinding his pelvis into you with each deep thrust and it felt nasty to be fucked this way.
A familiar ring of nerves clenching around his member as it sucked him into your folds. He wasn't going to last much longer either.
He hasn't slept with someone in months and it definitely didn't feel like this. He didnât give it up to just anyone despite what reputation he might have, and it took him time to sleep with you. He had to feel intimate in other ways before he let himself feel the pleasure you brought him.
âGonna cum for me?â He asked softly, kissing your jaw and hugging your waist as he dug your pussy out, feeling your nails claw at his back.
âPlease,â you begged, snuggling into his neck and his chest tightened with want. He put more purpose into his thrusts, bringing you and himself so close to the edge that you would tip over any moment. You sounded too pretty begging for him to just ignore.
A wave of pleasure washed over you, skin rising with bumps as a shiver ran down your body. He held you tightly as you moaned in euphoria, coming undone once again. Jungkook couldnât hold on much longer and your legs around him gave him no choice but to fuck the rest of length in you until he came into the condom.
You laid together for a moment, both shaking and softly petty each other as you came down. Jungkookâs fingers combed your hair back and you straightened your sore legs as you let him pull out.
You donât remember much aside from the drowsiness and he cleaned you up better than you couldâve.
He lied back in bed, pulling the covers over your naked body and fell asleep in your arms.
Once the sun rose into the sky, sneaking into the bedroom through the blinds and waking you from a heavy sleep, you found yourself feeling sore. You attempted to stretch but Jungkookâs arm trapped you against him.
âWhat time is it?â You mumbled to yourself, looking down at your naked body feeling self conscious as you rolled onto your side to find your phone. It was somewhere out in the foyer with the rest of your things youâd forgotten.
The time on Jungkookâs alarm clock read ten minutes past the bus. You shouldâve been on it and on your way to the cafe.
âY/n,â Jungkook mumbled sleepily, sitting up a little to see what was holding your attention, âBack to sleep.â
âIâm going to be late to the cafe,â You said, attempting to get up but failing miserably once he pulled you back down.
âWho cares about that one, letâs sleep a little longer,â He said and although your heart raced, you canât help but roll your eyes.
âDonât you have work today? Weâll both be late,â You tried to reason but your now clingy boyfriend wasnât hearing any of it.
âIâm in line to be CFO, I can do whatever I want and today Iâm choosing to spend as much time with you as possible,â Jungkook said arrogantly but it was so easy to look past when he kissed your palm affectionately.
âNot all of us are as lucky,â You sighed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as you tried getting out of bed. Instead you just ended up underneath him.
His smile was mischievous, âSo Iâve been thinkingâŠâ
âYes?â
âWe already barely have time to see each other,â Jungkook said with a small pout, âAnd you live so far with someone who doesnât deserve to see you as often as he doesâŠâ
âWell, maybe you should come stay with me. I know you said Yeaun doesnât have the space to let you move in with her and I really donât want you stressing about rent or living with someone you donât want to live with,â Jungkook told you, slowly rolling off you once he felt he had your attention, âSo what do you say?â
âYou live far,â You tried to say, sitting up and clutching the sheets to your front. You werenât completely opposed to it but shocked nevertheless.
âThatâs why I think you should quit at the cafe,â Jungkook said eagerly, âThat way you could focus on just one job and have so much more free time. Iâll take you or get you a driverâa car?, whatever you need to get to the bar. I know you like working there but at least you wouldnât be running back and forth between jobs. I live far but Iâm asking you, will you move in with me?â
âI have to think about it,â you sighed, sinking further into bed and the thought of getting up to answer missed calls from your job made you want to hide under the covers. You really did not like working there. It was early hours, shitty pay, and rude people. At least at the bar it was nighttime and the people knew you. And it would be nice to no longer live with TaehyungâŠ
Jungkook couldnât help but smile, pulling you into his arms knowing you were seriously considering it, â⊠And if you ever decide you donât want to be at the bar either⊠youâll be with me and have all the time in the world to do what you want.â
âYouâre offering too much,â You said playfully, hugging him lovingly, âIâll really start to think about it.â
âPlease, I could give you whatever you want if you just let me,â Jungkook says.
In some strange, unexplainable way, he fell for someone so unlike him. It was effortless and comforting to the point that nothing would bother him about it and all he wanted was to be with you. He could ignore everything else, or solve anything just to be with you.
Itâs like youâre what heâs been looking for and heâs what you needâsomeone trusting, reliable and loving.
Ever since he saw you buying orchids at the convenience store, he canât help but think of them when he thinks of you. You remind him of one.
Beautiful, charming, graceful. It didnât matter if you had different upbringings or experiences, all he knows is youâre fit for him and heâs fit for you. Heâll show you things youâve never seen, treat you to luxuries and care while you teach him more about yourself. Let him really get to know you and what makes you smile.
To do that, you have to let him in.
âSo no work?â Jungkook asked hopefully making you roll your eyes, trying not to smile.
âI guess not,â You sighed, feeling him begin to smile against you and hurried to stop him, âBut I should still go home.â
âTo pack?â
âNo, to shower and get dressed,â You corrected him, laughing at how he whined, âWell talk about it more later, last night wasâŠâ
âA lot?â
âYou can say thatâ
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{pairings (separate): shy satoru gojo, megumi fushiguro, & yuji itadori x popular f!reader}
summary: how the boys are pathetically down bad for favorable you <3
warnings: college!au, mentions of drinking, HELLAAA sexual mentions and theming mdni, no smut but girl damn near it, pining af, cursing, aged up characters, afab!reader, pet names, they want you BAD in each of their stories HEHEHE, mentions of alcohol.
word count: 5.3k
authors note: WHO WANTS MLB!MEGUMI BC I SURE FUCKING DO!! HES COMING NEXT MY LOVES but hereâs a little something to keep you fed in the meantime <33 I HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE IT! ILY!
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âËâË. SATORU GOJO âËâË.
satoru wasnât by any means a loner in college.
he had his own cute little group of friends and his own cute little outings and his own cute little interactions with his classmates, his rank on the popularity scale running somewhere around the middle (something he can thank his gorgeous eyes and gorgeous face for), but never even coming close to where you were at, a place many tried to reach but never had the qualities that you didâ your place being at the top.
but satoru was too shy for his own good. too timid as he watched your breathtaking magnificent self walk down the halls and right by him in between classesâ surrounded by people, you barely even noticing him, but him already memorizing the exact scent of your perfume you chose to wear that day, watching with love struck eyes and sweaty palms as his sickingly sweet obsession over you only grew by the years.
you were an absolute goddess in his eyes. you could never hurt him or be mean to him even if you tried, and it was a little pathetic how much he liked youâ his little boyish crush that only shrunk him down to the mere size of a lady bug, his increased bashfulness when youâre around only doing him more harm than good as it started to affect his studies and sleep schedule.
but that wasnât your fault, oh absolutely not.
it was his. all his. he wanted to take the blame for everything. he doesnât care what.
even when you accidentally bumped into him at a party one night because you were a little tipsy, him stumbling over and you apologizing profusely as his heart stopped upon realizing it was you. and even when you accidentally dropped your red solo cup on his favorite blue washed jeans later on, your alcoholic beverage leaving a patch of wet on his thigh that made you apologize profusely to him again, satoru shaking his head and telling you repeatedly that it was his fault. he was in your way. he should be sorry.
you could dump an entire twenty five ounce bottle of smirnoff on his head and heâd still tell you he was to blame. thatâs how much he liked you.
so as you gently took his hand and tugged him to stand up, you leading him through the crowd, your fingers interlaced with his? satoru went into a fucking frenzy.
his cheeks burned as you led him up the stairs and to the nearest bathroom, your lovely skin tight dress squeezing and hugging you in every right way in front of him that he internally panicked as he felt his dick stretch against his jeans, him wanting to end it all as he hoped you didnât notice it and think he was a pervert.
âoh my god iâm so sorryââ you pulled him in and shut the door behind you, silencing what seemed like twenty different people calling out to you, for your attention, satoru swooning over the way you paid them no mind in return and focused entirely on him.
he felt so lucky.
he awkwardly sat himself at the edge of the tub as you crouched down and rummaged through the cupboard below the sink, your lips in a cute pout.
âi always get so stupid when iâm buzzed and i totally didnât see you when i was walkingâŠâ
your tone was whiny and apologetic, and satoruâs heart physically could not take it.
âitâsâ itâs okay..â he mumbled shyly, cheeks pink. âit was me iââ he averted his gaze once you turned to look at him. âi wasnât paying attentionâŠâ
âbut are you okay though?â your voice was immensely sweet and doting, it almost sounding like you were babying him as you walked over to him with a damp hand towel.
and he was all fucking over it.
he stiffly nodded and looked down at his lap, throat closing.
âi put a stain remover on this so i at least donât leave a red mark on your jeans!â you smiled, an enchanting one at that as your clear lip gloss glistened under the dim light. âand iâm really sorry again! i hope i didnât ruin the party for youâŠâ
his eyes shot up and he shook his head frantically. ânâno! you didnât itâs okay!â he tugged at the collar of his button up, feeling a little hot. âyâyou did nothing wrong...â
you gleamed, and as satoru reached a trembling hand up for the towel to clean himself off, you pulled it back with a cute shake of your head.
âiâm doing it, silly! iâm the one who spilled it.â
âbut!ââ
you got down on your knees in front of him and his hands literally slapped over the edges of the tub as he gripped it tightly, his knuckles turning pure white as you calmly spread his legs and inserted yourself in between, your face fucking hovering over his dick and his cheeks turning even pinker as lewd thoughts dashed across his sick mind.
you noticed the look on his face and laughed.
âare you nervous? donât be! iâm just gonna clean you up and ill be out of your way love.â
satoru didnât want you out of his way, not ever. and the way you called him love had him already picturing you in a pretty white dress with a veil walking down the aisle to him.
he swallowed.
you had your arms resting over his thighs for support as you rubbed a circular tugging motion over the spot on his jeans, your eyebrows pinched in concentration as you tried to get the red stain out, your soft hair slipping from your shoulders and landing over his lap with satoruâs fingers itching to touch it.
âat the last party i threw, i also spilled a drink on a guy.â you giggled.
he felt a twinge of bubbling jealousy.
âdid youââ he nervously looked at you. âdid you also⊠help him?â
you smiled cutely. ânope! because he was making out with someone in the middle of my kitchen and he was in my way.â
thank god.
you huffed and leaned back to sit on your calves. âlikeâ have some decency. i get you want to have a little kiss but if youâre doing it right where the vodka mix is? blocking it? iâm not helping you. your girl can help you.â
satoru giggled a little, and you folded the towel neatly and settled it beside you, proud of your work at removing the stain from his pants as you set your hands on your hips.
âand what about you?â
âme?â he mumbled.
âmhm!â you raised a silly brow and leaned closer to him, satoru inching backwards nervously at the proximity. âhave you ever made out with someone like that?â
âwellâ wellââ
satoruâs never kissed anyone.
âwell what?â
he ran a slow embarrassed hand through his fluffy white hair and grimaced.
satoru is timid, shy, friendly, and a dork. but one thing he isnât? is a liar. especially if it was youâ even though all he wanted to do in life was impress you and have you not think he was a fucking loser.
âiâve never uhââ he struggled. âkissed⊠someone.â
his words were so quiet and mumbly, completely ashamed of himself as his cheeks continued to glow pink.
but your eyes widened.
âwhat? youâve never kissed anyone?â
he shook his head, eyes to his lap.
âbut youâre so hot?â
satoru shot up. âhâhuh?â
âyeah!â you grinned. âyou are! have you ever had a girlfriend?â
he shook his head again.
âwhat?! how?!â
you placed a shocked hand over your mouth, your voice soft and astonished. âwhat a crimeâŠâ
he smiled shyly at your compliments, reduced to absolute putty in your hands at the moment as he couldnât believe you thought he was even remotely attractive.
you confidently swung your arms up and threw them around his neck, and he froze.
your eyes were really suggestive, your gorgeous face looking up at him and his wide eyes looking down at you, your fingers gently running across the back of his neck and hair as he almost whimpered at what you were doing.
âwanna kiss me?â
ây-you?â he choked out, and you giggled softly.
âuh huh! oâonly if youâre okay with itââ you pulled away a little, shoulders deflating. âi just figuredââ
satoru noticed the way you started to lean back, your arms slipping from around his shoulders and his hands shot out thenâ grabbing your wrists as he pulled you back in and settled them around him.
was this real? actually? or was he just really drunk?
âyes!â he settled down a bit, sheepish. âyes iâiâm okay with it.â
you took in his eager bashful expression, and grinned.
âokay!â
you leaned and kissed his soft lips, pulling satoru in as his fingers shakily snaked over your waist and around you, not believing for a second that he was actually kissing you.
and you moved your lips slowly and delicately over his, trying to pry his mouth open more with your tongue and guide him on how to kiss you back, him diverting all of his focus to that as he tried to mimic your movements.
it started with innocent pecks at first, you trying to ease him into it and not make it overwhelming for him as you carefully amped up the difficulty little by little.
and he got the hang of it, fast, and you squeaked a noise of surprise when he suddenly shoved his long tongue in your mouth and slid his hands further down to your ass, squeezing as if he had every right to, completely forgetting that he technically didnât.
what a greedy little thing⊠but you loved it.
he instantly pulled back.
âsorry iâm sorry!â he sputtered, pulling his hands to his chest like heâd just touched something scalding hot. âi donât know why iââ
you giggled. âitâs okay! i liked it.â
âyâyou did?â
âuh huh!â you nodded, leaning in seductively. âmaybe you should do it again⊠and maybe underneath my dress, to get a better feel yâknow?â
satoru couldnât even respond as you latched your lips back on his, and he kissed you back desperately, wanting to impress you and do good for you so he could properly earn the right to feel you up like you had requested.
but he got greedier, and his hands were back on your ass squeezing and palming the fat of it, breathing heavily through his nose as he started to tug your dress up a little to feel your skin, the lace of your panties grazing his fingertips and making him fucking light headed.
his body was literally numb as you pulled apart suddenly, both of your lips swollen and red.
âwanna go to my room?â
âËâË. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO âËâË.
âif i canât do it iâm turning the car around.â
âmegs you cannot do that when we get there though!â
megumi shook his head. âand why not?â
âbecause youâll scare every one away! what the hell is âwith this treasure i summonâââ
âyeah so that way everyone will think iâm a freak and leave me the fuck alone!â
you and megumi have been best friends since middle school, carbon copies of tweedle dee and tweedle dum as your personalities matched with each otherâs so identically yet so differently at the same time, that you both bickered every waking second you were together.
which was all of the time.
though you had a better reputation than megumi did. you were popular, beautiful, and everyone wanted to get to know you as your unique personality struck joyous chords with anyone that was lucky enough to come across and get to know you.
all things megumi would never admit out loud to your face.
and he was just regularâ popularity and social statuses something he didnât give a shit about as he kept to himself and didnât speak to a single soul unless it was yours.
âbut i thought you said you wanted to come with me!â you whined.
megumi huffed and made a sharp turn as he drove. âyou dragged me i told you no i donât like parties and you started cryingââ
âokay and?â you grumbled. âwhat so now i canât cry in front of you? i canât show my emotions and use my right of freedom of speech?ââ
âoh my god.â he dragged an exasperated hand down his cheek. âyouâre putting words into my mouthââ
âand youâre putting knives into my heart with how much you hate me.â
he parked on the side of the street and turned off the ignition, hooking his keys on one of his belt loops before he gave you an annoyed look.
âam i not in the car.â
âyou are.â
âand am i not here at this party with you.â
âyou are.â
âso what more do you want.â
âa kiss.â
âfuck offââ megumi pressed his hand flat on the side of your head and nudged you away before stepping out of the car with pink cheeks, your laughter ringing through the air as you shut the door and ran to catch up with him.
âjust be nice please. my friends sometimes wanna talk to you and you look like youâre plotting.â
âmaybe itâs because i donât wanna talk to them.â he mumbled.
through his hard exterior, you knew megumi was just shy, and often times had difficulty talking to people or expressing himselfâ you really being the only exception in his life.
thatâs why in every social situation that you dragged him to, he clung to you like sticky stubborn gum and never left your sideâ you of course not minding at all and it actually making you feel better to have him always there, your thing being interlocked pinkies as you navigated.
âno itâs because youâre shy and thatâs okay!ââ
megumi scoffed and kept walking, but the minute you both walked across the lawn and up the steps of the porch, he turned around and let you in front of himâ his pinky out like usual.
you smiled softly to yourself and looped yours with his, pinkies closing like a lock before you pulled him inside.
it was dark and humid as fuck already, and you tried your best to politely push through the crowd of hammered and sweaty people in search for the kitchen, you not realizing how megumi literally pushed and shoved people behind you so they wouldnât topple you over, them too inebriated to care.
ây/n!â
âhi guys!â you gushed, your crowd of friends beaming at the sight of you and handing you drinks without you even having to ask, you passing one back to megumi smoothly.
you both mostly spent the night mingling and drinking with your friends, playing little games and giggling quietly whenever someone would ask megumi a question and he would just stammer in response, blushing and grumpy at your teasing once he got the interaction over with.
and at some point, half of your friends had gone to the main area to dance, and you turned to him.
âmegs.â
âyes.â
âdo you wanna dance with me?â
âfuck no.â
âwhyyyy!â you whined, dropping your forehead on his shoulder.
âbecause i donât like dancing.â
âno oneâs gonna notice anyways! itâs dark over there like completely.â you looked at him. âjust come with me please.â
âno.â
âiâll give you a kissy.â
megumi gave you a deadpanned look. âwhat is it with you wanting to give me a kiss?â
you ignored his comment. âiâll do anything.â
ânope.â
âfine.â you stood up and tugged your dress down. âiâm just gonna ask some other guy and maybe when i tell him heâll get a kiss out of it heâll do itââ
megumi quickly grabbed your wrist, eyes narrowed.
âare you actually?â
âyes.â
his heart dropped.
âyouâre gonna pimp yourself out for a dance?â
âyes! you know i love to danceââ
megumi stood and grabbed your hand, dragging you to the dance floor as you cheered and happily skipped behind him.
upon arriving, he remained stiff, bored, and fucking nervous with flushed cheeks and crossed arms while you danced, gently swaying and moving to the beat as bright neon laser lights occasionally drifted across the crowdâ illuminating red cheeks and sweaty bodies.
it really was incredibly dark, and megumi could barely even see you standing in front of him as the bass of the music drummed through his body.
he let you when you reached up and uncrossed his armsâ instead wrapping them around your waist as you threw your arms around his neck, him swallowing thickly.
âdance megs.â you spoke gently in his ear. âlike this just swayââ
you moved your hips a little more, and though he didnât exactly copy you, he stiffly just kind of swayed with you.
âi hate dancing.â
you laughed. âdo you hate me?â
âno.â
far from it actually.
âthen this should be fuunnn! just let loose a little.â
âi am letting loose.â he grumbled.
âyou feel like a little stick though.â
âa stick?!â
you giggled loudly, throwing your head back as you did, the sight making megumi melt.
âyes! iâm gonna start break dancing if you donât.â
he gave you an incredulous look. âhuh? youâre not serious.â
âthat i am.â
ây/n iâm moving with you iâm dancingââ
âbut your arms are just around my waist! youâre not even moving with me what are you talking about?!â
âwhat are you talking about?!â
you huffed and stopped moving. âiâm gonna dance with someone elseââ
you let go of him and turned but megumi only pulled you back.
âno youâre not and youâre not kissing them either so donât even think about itââ
âyou canât tell me what to doââ
you pushed at his chest with both of your hands, trying to get him to let go of your waistâ his strong grip not letting you.
âwhy are you being such a brat?!â he exclaimed.
you broke free and started walking.
âa brat thatâs gonna dance with someone else!ââ
megumi flew and grabbed your shoulders, spinning you back around before literally smashing his lips to yours, your eyes widening in complete shock.
there was your kiss.
he pulled away. âsâsorry iââ
you shook your head and grabbed his cheeks, bringing his lips back in to yours as they moved sloppily and fast, almost matching with the music as his arms engulfed around your waist and pulled you in.
you swiped your tongue over his and whimpered, you figuring he couldnât hear it over the music but being dead wrong as he felt the blood rush to his dick the minute he heard it.
you pulled away. âwhat areâ what are we doing?â
his chest heaved as he looked at you, cheeks pinky like always and eyes blown wide. âi donâtâ i donât knowââ
you wiped your wet mouth with the back of your hand. âdo you wannaâ stop? iââ
you didnât know why you were asking, knowing damn well you didnât want to stop.
âfuck no.â
âokayââ
and his mouth was back on yours, kissing you and running his hands up and down over your body in absolute need, you doing the same as you ran your hands over his chest and down, down, downâŠ
âcan iââ you spoke in between kisses. âiâm gonnaââ
megumi did it for you and pressed your hand flat against his groin, you palming him slowly as he took in a sharp inhale and broke from your lips, his arms coming up to wrap around your shoulders with his cheek mushed up against the side of your head, eyes screwed shut at how good it felt.
you continued to palm him through his jeans, going a little firmer when you felt his breath literally tremble in your ear as he shook.
âshitââ his arms tightened around you. âwaitââ pant âiâm gonna cum in my pants if you keepââ
âdo it.â
âno!â he choked and his hips pressed into your palm, wanting more. âletâs goâ to the car. the car pleaseââ
you nodded and pulled back, but stopped.
âmegs if we do this we canât go back, okay?â your chest heaved, a little fidgety. âwe canâtâ we canât go back to being just friends i donât wanna be just friendsââ
he shook his head and looped his pinky with yours, leading you through the crowd and speaking over his shoulder.
âwe wonât.â he started.
âi donât wanna be just friends anymore either.â
âËâË. YUJI ITADORI âËâË.
being good at math had its perks.
yuji was able to get by in every math related class, never had an issue with studying, and even tutored some of his friends and classmates as a side job to pay for his college classes and tuition.
but the minute you approached him one dayâ you, one of the most popular girls on campus, president of your sorority, life long crush and the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen, asking if he was able to tutor you on wednesdays?
being good at math became a blessing and a curse.
yuji thought he was well off at math⊠but if he was to tutor you, he wanted to be fucking albert einstein at it so he didnât look like a fucking idiot if he happened to come across a topic he didnât know how to teach.
and as he sat on his desk chair in his dorm, textbooks and materials laid out and ready to go as he wiped his clammy hands on his pants for the thousandth fucking time, he heard you softly knock on his door.
oh fuck.
âhi yuji!â you greeted sweetly, him smiling back at you as he stepped to the side to let you in.
âhey! were you able to find my building okay?â
you both walked over to his desk and sat down, you right next to him on an extra chairâ your perfume engulfing his senses and your pretty hair over your shoulders neatly.
âoh no i was fine!â you got your little notebook out with your pencil case. âone of my friends is dorming in this building too so i knew where it was.â
he nodded happily and politely, shitting it inside but doing a damn fucking good job at not showing itâ though the reddening of his cheeks was something he couldnât control no matter how hard he tried.
since you could only see him once a week, the duration of the tutoring sessions was a lot longer than the rest of his clients, and though yuji literally offered to tutor you for free whenever you wanted, you profusely denied and mentally decided to pay him double for his kindness.
you nervously fiddled with your fingers as he opened the textbook and flipped through the chapters you needed help with, and upon noticing, he frowned.
âsorry is it hot in here? i could openââ
âno! itâs okay!â you shook your head. âsorry i justâ iâm really bad at math so iâm sorry if you canât get anything through my headâŠâ
you giggled nervously, and yuji just about cried.
âoh! donât worry about that! thatâs why iâm here to help.â
he beamed, his smile so big and bright that you found yourself copying his exact expression.
he was so nice.
âright!â
and he did help. yuji was exceptional at teaching, and concepts you had found hard to grasp before during class by your own professor was easy peasy with him, his bubbly and animated way of teaching you something that pulled you in and kept you engaged.
after two hours of tutoring, yuji sat back on his desk chair and exhaled.
âphew, letâs take a break! is that fine?â
âmhm!â you chirped, putting your pencil down and smiling. âyouâre really good at teaching yuji, like really good.â
âoh thanks!â he blushed, giving you a cute little smile. âiâ i like math so i just, teach yâknow..â
you nodded. âwhatâs your major? is it something to do with that?â
âoh noââ he shook his head. âiâm majoring in finance so i get a lot of math classes.â
âhuh?!â you gasped, completely astonished. âi thought your major had something to do with teaching iâveâ iâve never understood math before until you⊠youâre brilliant!â
he gulped, your praises washing over him and making him feel tingly all over.
yuji gave you a wobbly shy smile. âtâthank you y/n!â
you grinned kindly, your pretty face making him want to word vomit how gorgeous he thought you were and maybe even sort of ask you to be his wife.
âdo you umâ are you thirsty? i haveââ
he shot up clumsily and walked over to his mini fridge. âi have water? hereââ
he didnât even let you respond as he took a bottle of cool water and handed it to you, you taking it gratefully.
âiâ i also have these!â
he reached in again and gave you a little glazed donut pastry, wrapped neatly in a clear bag that had the bakeryâs logo on the front.
âoh no yuji itâs okay!â your eyebrows pinched together in worry. âi donât wanna take whatâs yours just the water is fine!â
he shook his head and closed the fridge, sitting back down on the chair next to you. âitâs all good! itâs your reward for hanging on for two hours of tutoring.â
his smile was so kind and sweet, and you bit your bottom lip as you softly thanked him.
âhowâs umâ howâs your sorority going?â yuji asked.
âmy sorority?â you tilted your head to the side. âhowâd you know iâm in a sorority?â
âoh! wellââ he went completely fucking pink. âsâsorry youâre kind of popular so i just heard..â
you hummed and quickly nodded. âno itâs okay! i didnât know people were talking about me like that.â
you laughed a little, and yuji thought you were so humble.
âitâs going great! itâs really kind of you to ask.â you crossed your legs and leaned an elbow on your knee, your chin coming down to rest on the palm of your hand. âitâs a little stressful to manage but i love my girls so, they definitely make it easier.â
yuji lit up. âthatâs great! iâm glad itâs going well⊠iâ i know i donât know much about sororities and things like that but i have no doubt in my mind that youâre the most qualified and deserving of a position like thatâŠâ
your eyes softened, and your heart literally ached in the best way over his compliment.
âthank you yuji⊠seriously. youâre so nice!â
you giggled, and it made him gnaw at the inside of his cheek.
the tutoring session continued after that, and just when you had reached your final hour, you slumped over his desk and groaned softly.
âiâm sorry yuji⊠my motivation is running out.â
he laughed softly. âitâs okay! it happens. if you want we can stop hereââ
âno!â you shot up. âi have to get through it iâll be so mad at myself if i donât.â
he looked at you, his eyes gentle. âyouâre doing really great so far y/n.â
you blushed, âthank youâŠâ
you stood suddenly and reached over to flip through the pages of the textbook, completely unaware of the way your boobs were practically shoved up his face as his breath hitched, hands tightening on the arms of his desk chair.
you really hadnât noticed, you innocently wanting to just look and see how many chapters you had left to cover, but when you sat back down and quirked an eyebrow over yujiâs flushed face and blown out pupils⊠it clicked.
was he interested in you like you were with him?
maybeâŠ
âi need motivation.â you sighed.
he cleared his throat and tried to regain his composure. âi canâ i can give you another donut at the end?â
you giggled. âitâs okay! i have an idea.â
he tilted his head, curious. âwhat is it?â
âmaybe we can do like a reward system!â
âa reward system?â
âyeah!â you nodded eagerly. âfor every page we cover, i get a reward!â
he sat up and smiled, âoh right! iâll give you a donut after each page then!â
but you shook your head, and he deflated. âno?â
âdo you know about hickeys?â
he choked, eyes widening dramatically. âaâaboutâ well, yeah, i do.â
âmaybe that could be my reward! a hickey for every page.â
you smiled at him so fucking cutely, as if you didnât just ask him for something so raunchy, and his throat literally dried up at your request.
holy fucking shit.
âyou wantââ he wiped his hands on his pants. âyou want a hickey fromâ from me? really?â
âyeah! only if youâre okay with it, definitely not if youâre not.â
âno iââ his eyes darted from your neck to your face. âi amâŠâ
holy. fucking. shit.
your tutoring session resumed, and yuji literally could not teach you a single damn thing anymore, knowing that by the end of this page he was going to do something that only took place in his dreams.
after a bit, he turned the page and shifted his body to face you, nervous and clammy.
you smiled sweetly and took his hands, yours soft and heavenly as you placed his on your shoulders.
âonly if youâre okay with it.â you murmured again softly, tone nurturing as your pretty eyes looked into his.
âiâ i am.â
âokay! whenever youâre ready.â
yuji breathed in shakily and out, gulping before coming closer to your gorgeous neck and planting his lips on it.
your hands came to rest on his thighs as he suckedâ slowly and carefully, not wanting to suck too hard and accidentally hurt you as his tongue flicked over the spot, the pressure of his mouth making you shudder as he continued to suck and create a pretty purple bruise.
he pulled away when he was finished with a wet smack, his breathing heavy as he searched your face for any indication that he did well.
and you glowed, looking at your reflection on the little mirror that sat on his desk. âitâs so pretty! i love it!â
a hesitant smile spread across his face. ârâreally? you can be honest iââ
you looked at him. âno it was amazing! it felt really good!â
his dick twitched.
âokay letâs keep going now!â
well the motivation definitely worked, and funnily enough, you both got through the next page a lot quicker than before, yuji almost immediately turning to face you after turning the page.
this time, he placed his hands on your waist as he sucked. and he sucked, harder and wetter than before as his fingers pressed into youâ his tongue running over your new hickey and dragging over the previous one too before reluctantly pulling back, his dick a literal bolder at this point as you squeezed your thighs together, both of your chests panting.
you had barely reached a quarter of the next page when yuji set his pencil down and turned, his cheeks flushed and eyes wide.
âcan i please just give you another one?â
you nodded quickly, eagerly, as you both stood and he latched back onto your neck, his arms around your entire body desperately, grazing his teeth against your sensitive flesh and full on making out with it as he messily sucked and ran his lips all over your neck this time, a moan slipping from you as he did that it made you slap a hand over your mouth in embarrassment.
âsâsorryââ
âdonât be donât beââ he breathed quickly, walking backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed and he sat, pulling you with him and grabbing at your thighs for you to sit on his lap.
you listened, your neck littered with yujiâs hickeys as you subconsciously and softly grinded on his crotch, him groaning into your neck and biting down harder as your breath hitched.
yuji lost it at this point, all forms of moral out the fucking window as he dragged his long wet tongue from the side of your neck and up to your cheek, kissing and licking deviously at it as his hands squeezed hungrily over your plushy thighs.
he pulled back, eyes half lidded.
âcan iââ pant âcan i give you hickeys on your tits?â
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
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I â NOT YET // When a guy in the club tries to assault you, you ask a random stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend. Little that you know that out of all people, you chose a mob boss.
contents: smut, mafia!au, briefly mentioned assault and tiny bit of violence, Sukuna (yeah, I consider him a warning), reader discretion is advised â 2,7k words
a/n: mada... mada mada~ the very second I heard this menace toying with Panda, Kusakabe and the rest in Shibuya, not allowing them to move unless he say so - my head went straight to the idea of him playing the same game in bed.
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Sukuna never had to get used to being interrupted. Never. Anytime it happened in the past, all he had to do was to glance at the person and it usually got the message across. His gaze has enough power in it to quickly inform the intruder why invading his personal space or cutting him half-sentence is a damn bad idea. One look from him usually was enough to make anyone reconsider if they really want some problems. Sukuna had his eyes trained to be sharp and cold, his body strong and intimidating and his aura dangerous. He spent years building his reputation, earning a position in his world that now guaranteed him calm.
Now everyone and their mothers know that heâs not the one to cross paths with. Heâs a VIP, heâs allowed everywhere and he has no qualms about killing someone. Ryomen Sukuna is a brand, heâs a threat, heâs untouchable, invincible. No one in the right mind would ever try to start anything with him at this point. Thatâs why, when he tried to relax in one of many clubs that he owns in Tokyo, he couldnât believe someone had the guts to push onto him at the bar.
âHey, sorry, can you please pretend to be my boyfriend for a second?â, he heard near his ear and following the sound and the soft tug on his elbow, he turned his head towards you. Lucky girl, he thought while quickly assessing the view. You were too god damn pretty to be killed, looking at him with those pleading eyes that glistened in the harsh artificial lights. You were visibly scared of something, or someone, and oddly enough it wasnât him who brought you to the verge of tears.
âYour boyfriend, huh?â, he mused, allowing his eyes to trail down your figure. The dress you had on left little to imagination and yet he wished to tear it off to see more of you. It hugged the shapes of your body perfectly and the silky fabric betrayed the lack of bra underneath. You were attractive, but clearly not smart enough to think twice before approaching a stranger.
âPlease, I beg you, this guyââ, you tried to explain, squeezing your perfectly manicured fingers around his veiny forearm, but your sentence was cut in half when a man grabbed you by the waist, pulling you away just a little and harshly pressing your back against the bar. Sukuna watched as you winced when your spine hit the edge of the wooden countertop, he watched for a moment how you tried to push the guy away. With no effect, you werenât strong enough to stand against him, you were trapped between the unwanted body and the furniture behind you, fighting the hungry hands that were groping your figure.
âNaoya, get off of meââ you tried, pushing his face away from where he was trying to suck a spot onto your neck.
âOh, shut up woman, I know you want it,â the blonde-ish idiot grinned, twisting your arm enough to make a space for himself. He wasnât bothered in the least with the fact he was trying to get between your legs in the very center of a club. Sukunaâs club.
Ryomen zeroed the whisky in his glass and got up from the chair. Usually, he would ignore situations like this. Other peopleâs problems were none of his business and he had enough his own things to take care of, to bother himself with anything else, but you. You were a problem he was willing to explore.
âZenin, huh?â, he asked, connecting the name he heard falling from your lips with the wannabe gangster he heard about many times before. There was a certain reputation tied to Naoyaâs name, mostly regarding his treatment of women but as long as he wasnât touching his women, Sukuna couldnât care less about this trash of a man. You definitely were not his woman. Yet.
âThe fuck you want, Iâm busy,â Zenin groaned, pulling his nasty mouth away from your shoulder for just a moment, only to shot a glare to the club owner.
âI can tell that youâre busy,â Ryomen grabbed one of Naoyaâs wrists. It wasnât looking like a hard grip, but the face of the blonde betrayed the sharp, bone-breaking pain he felt.
You felt some kind of relief when the stranger you just met stepped between you and your unwanted date. The large body of him towered above you completely, he was bigger than you thought when you approached his sitting form, but you couldnât think about it for too long when he dealt with Naoya so easily. Once the blonde was gone, he turned to you.
Your heart skipped few beats once you took the image in. The man was huge, way taller than you and built like a greek god. The sharp outlines of his muscled torso beautifully showed through the dark graphite dress shirt. Looking up, you could finally see his face clearly. His features were attractive, dangerous with the black tattooed lines around them. He could easily be a gangster or something.
âT-thank you,â you spoke finally, snapping out from the initial impression of him. He was a red flag, you knew that. If not for the circumstance, youâd probably be the first to run away from him. He was hot. An absolute smokeshow, but he was certainly bad news.
âWas he your date?â, he asked, pulling a chair that he was sitting on previously and twisting it to position, before his large hands landed on your hips. There was no effort whatsoever when he lifted you and sat you down on the seat. He opted to stand next to you.
âNo⊠I came here with a friend, but she left earlier. I was just about to leave as well, but this guy stopped me,â you sighed. âHe wouldnât let me go, I was afraid that heâll just walk after me to my home. Iâm sorry I interrupted you.â
âDonât apologize,â he said, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. The gesture in itself was soft, but you shivered underneath his touch nonetheless. You couldnât quite tell what made him so⊠scary. Was it his overwhelming frame? Or maybe the calm, distant demeanor? He had authority, he was expecting submission and when he was looking at you, you felt like a prey of him. Strangely, you were quite fine with that. You had no wish of doing anything with Naoya, but this man⊠he was different, he was interesting, he made you cross your legs just to feel any kind of pressure between your thighs. âYour name?â
âY/n,â you replied.
âY/n. Nice,â he gave it a soft nod and ordered two drinks. âRyomen is my name. Sukuna Ryomen. Memorize it.â
âSureâŠâ
At this moment, you had no guts to ask why was it important to imprint the name he told you into your brain, but it all became clear just barely two hours later. You couldnât exactly recall the moment Sukuna led you out of the club and into his car. There was something so enticing about his entire aura that made you lose your ability to think. He made you break every rule you ever had for yourself â to not talk with strangers, not go with them anywhere. Before that night you were doing exceptionally good in avoiding danger, you somehow slipped through your life up until that point without any major problems, but once you faced the problem, it was a big one.
The talk was good, it flowed easily and the menacing aura that Ryomen had all around him kept you interested. You had no idea that youâre attracted to bad boys, and maybe you were not exactly into school hooligans. Turned out, youâre aroused by the much worse kind â the kind that keeps a gun behind his belt, drinks pure whisky and makes people run away just by shooting them a glance. Yeah, that seems to be the kind of men you are into, because if there was any common sense left in you, youâd be out the door and running towards the safety of your dormitory. If there was any self-preservation instinct in you, youâd be probably anywhere else, rather than in here.
In the most luxurious house youâve ever seen, not to mention been inside of; somewhere in the outskirts of Tokyo where you were not even sure how you can get back to your home from there. If you were just a little smarter, youâd for sure be in your own bed right now and not on the dark leather couch, with your silky dress scrunched up around your waist and your underwear torn to pieces and laying on the floor. If you had more braincells, maybe you wouldnât be bouncing on that strangerâs dick right now, gripping onto his muscular shoulders as one of his large hands kept your hip in a dead grip, leading your moves up and down his girthy length and the other one tightly squeezed around the back of your neck, from where he was keeping his head close so he could kiss you so hungrily it took your breath away. But thatâs just where you were. And you wouldnât change a thing.
He felt so goddamn good, filling your tight hole to the very brim, stretching you to the point of delirium and he wasnât even fully in yet. His moves were aggressive and yet sensual; he made you feel small even if it was you who was on top of him. You had no control, he made it clear with the way he was holding you and every time you tried to dominate him in any way, he quickly showed you your place back. Maybe later, heâll let you have your way with him, but now, he was in charge.
âThink you can take all of me?â He asked against the delicate skin of your neck, now painted in red and purple marks he nibbed onto it. You could feel him grinning at the way you squeezed your little hands on his clothed biceps. He got you all exposed and yet he only allowed you to free his dick; his shirt was still buttoned up, his pants were still on his legs. There was a certain dominance shown in the way he got you all naked on top of his suit.
âN-no,â you breathed out, âtoo big.â
âOh, Iâm sure you can.â Sukuna doesnât exactly accept no as an answer and he for sure gave you enough time to accommodate to his size. âYouâll take it and thank me for it, yeah?â
âYes,â was all you could mumble, before both of his large hands landed on your hips. The iron grip, you were sure, was going to bruise you but now, it felt grounding in a way.
âGood girl,â he praised, his purr vibrated against your skin as he sucked yet another mark along your collarbone. It distracted you for a moment before he pushed your pelvis even lower, fully bottoming into you. Your clit made a contact with his lower belly, the harsh brush of his skin against the swollen bud making you moan louder than you were meaning to. You felt like all of your organs were moved out of the way just to make more space for his dick and Sukuna couldnât be more satisfied by the way you took him in. âSee? As if you were made to take this cock.â
Something incoherent left your mouth, a tear stained your cheek and the man was happy to lick it away, tasting the saltiness before he bucked his hips up, keeping yours in place. He took full control, thrusting into you with all the power he had in his muscular body and you held onto his shoulders with your little hands. The filthy, wet sounds were filling the interiors, bouncing off the walls and mixing with all of the whines and whimpers that were leaving your lips. Some grunts added to the melody, but you barely heard any of it, too consumed by the exploding pleasure between your legs.
Sukunaâs name was leaving your mouth like a prayer, you felt so close, you felt like falling and you had no intention to stop. The man grinned, licking a long stroke along your throat, his tongue curling upwards as it reached the tip of your chin. The taste of your skin felt intoxicating to him, he wanted to devour you whole, to keep all for himself.
âYou wanna cum, huh?â His voice was taunting. âYouâre clenching around me so fucking hard, youâre gonna milk me as well.â
âYes, yes, please,â you near damn begged, chasing the bliss that you could almost taste on your tongue right now. It filled all of your body cells, rushed through your veins in ecstatic waves of lust.
âNot yet,â he ordered and it felt almost painful to force yourself back from the state of climax. You could tell he was playing with you, toying with his dominance, reminding you that itâs him who pulls the strings in here. And yet, he was still rutting into you, his movements completely different to what he was saying, he was fucking you like he wanted you to cum in that very moment. âStill not yet,â he teased, feeling your little fingers digging onto his shoulders, your manicured nails nearly making holes in his shirt as your eyes fell shut.
âOh god, Ryomen, please,â you whined. Your thighs were shaking, your spine arching and the incredible tension below your stomach threatened to burst any second now.
âNow,â he ordered and just like that, all inside of you snapped. You came all over his dick, and you came hard. It felt like nothing youâve ever experienced, like you were suddenly shot into another dimension and if not for the way he sped up his movements, youâd probably just get lost in the lustful feeling. Ryomen came just few moments after you, wrapping his arms around your waist and painting your walls white. You felt him throbbing, spasming inside of you, the hot seed gushed out of you as he was pumping it in, staining your thighs and the bottom of his black shirt. Then he pushed you down, fully onto his cock, plugging the way out for his cum.
You found his lips, swallowing his quickened breath as you kissed him with desire and he gave in, quickly dominating the kiss. You were tired, the muscles in your legs were burning from the intense exercise, but you couldnât shake off the feeling of still wanting more. He made you hungry, he made you unsatiated and you were sure, you wonât be able to recognize yourself after youâre done with him. You were never such a greedy lover but frankly, you never had a chance to feel that good with anyone. The boys youâve been with had no skills and if not for the orgasms you gave yourself with your fingers, no one else ever brought you over the edge like Sukuna.
âCan you undress?â You asked him, your lips brushing against his as you mouthed the question and he chased your kiss with his head, grabbing your lower lip between his teeth. There was a certain expression painted all over his dangerously handsome features, the menacing aura amplified as he took his sweet time before replying.
âI can undress,â he began, yet there was a but hanging in the air. He had conditions and you were open to hear them. âIâll give you two options, little kitten. Wanna hear âem?â
âYes.â
âI wonât undress. You can pull yourself together and I can drive you back to your home now. But I can also take the suit off, carry you to my bed. Then youâll stay with me till morning, but donât have any hopes for a calm sleep, no. The night will be as filthy as it can get. Youâll be sore tomorrow, most likely exhausted.â
You blinked hearing the options. It was clear as day, stop there or continue? You knew the answer already, your body decided for you even before he came up with an offer.
âWill you drive me home as well if I pick the second option?â
âOf course.â
âThen letâs get you naked.â
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warnings/includes. sort of nsfw content, implied younger! reader x old man! logan
you sat perched on the edge of his rickety kitchen table, legs crossed in a way that made your short pink skirt ride up just a little too high. Logan tried not to notice, but it was impossible not to. His eyes trailed up from the scuffed leather of your heels to the way the fabric clung to your thighs, before resting on the innocent look you gave him from under your lashes.
"you really don't cook much, do you, mr. Howlett?" you teased, twirling a lock of hair around your finger as you got up, eyeing the near-empty fridge, right behind him.
logan grunted in response, his attention more focused on the way your lips pouted slightly as you spoke. the years had made him rougher when fucking, heâd learned to channel it differently â steady hands, less rush.
but you.. well you, brought all the nasty ideas out that he thought he'd long have burried behind.
you weren't subtle, not even a little. every glance you threw his way was loaded, every touch lingered just a bit too long. he knew the type â hell, heâd had his fair share of girls like you in his youth, the 70s especially. but this time, the game felt different, heavier. maybe it was the way you looked at him, like you were waiting for him to make a move, or maybe it was just the reminder that he wasn't the man he used to be.
"i manage," he says gruffly, forcing himself to focus on the sparse contents of the fridge rather than the way your legs look in that damn skirt. he could practically hear your heartbeat, fast and eager, the scent of something sweet in the air.
"oh yeah?" your tongue trails over your lip as if you were thinking when he knew damn well whatever you were about to say was pre-planned, "what about we eat out then? something cute, nothing to fancy."
you did in fact not eat out.
it ended up with the both of you not even making it till the restaurant. his hands wander over you, not slow, yet also not to face. lifting up your skirt, inspecting, whispering filthy things into against your skin.
whispering as if there were people around, as if it was dangerous little secret to keep, you should be very careful about you being sort of a 'slut' (he said it so endearingly you almost couldn't believe your ears).
he's so talkative, talks about anything and everything in that deep, gravelly voice of his â comments on the material of your underwear, turns out he 'loves lace' and you 'should wear it more often'.
before you could process the fact that he just implied this wouldn't just be a one time thing, he was all over you again, mouth sucking, teeth bitting, the little stubble scratching your fragile skin but you didn't have time to really think of that.
and when you came, not once, not twice, thrice, in the back of his limo, made a mess of the plush leather seats, he mumbles what a good meal he just had; could taste you forever.
#.đâ logan! thoughts#this is kinda ass but i rly wanted to write again#logan howlett smut#wolverine smut#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x fem!reader#logan howlett x you#logan howlett#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you
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idol sunghoon getting pissed because of his idol gf got into a dating scandal with his co-member, and his gf liked the way he got pissed, so he decided to show her who she really belongs to (??)
ănotesă : anony c'mere lemme just *đđ§ * you gave me an inch, and I swear I took it like ten miles... so lemme just say that I contemplated this and I may or may not have gone a little stir crazy (that and I'm pretty sure I'm ovulating...), so I sincerely apologize for the nastiness you're about to set your eyes upon đ«Łđ«Ł
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Mark Me Yours | P.SH
ăpairingă : idol!bf!sunghoon x idol!fem!reader ăword countă : 5k
ăsynopsisă : the first time you were caught out with jake by the press it was an accident, but after seeing your boyfriend's jealous reaction you couldn't help but want to see more. so you went out with jake time and time again, even going as far as being a little too friendly with jake just to see how much sunghoon could take before he snapped. though your outcome probably wasn't exactly what you had in mind.
ăgenreă : smut
ăwarningă : cursing, biting/marking, rough makeout session, fingering, oral (m. & f. receiving), usage of toys, begging, degradation, choking, hair pulling, bondage, pussy slapping, clit play, face fucking, cum eating, dacryphilia, squirting, spitting, kinda toxic possessiveness, mean!dom!sunghoon x sub!reader, unprotected sex (please don't), orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, photography, breeding kink, creampie, manhandling, slight breath play, sunghoon is a bit sadistic, mentions of a safeword (but it's not used), petnames (princess, baby, slut, whoreâŠ), mentions of blood, implications of multiple rounds, lmk if I missed anything!
You lay out lazily on your boyfriend's bed, waiting for him to finish his shower after he had a long day at work. Scrolling through Twitter, laughing to yourself as you come across yet another article, 'Timeless y/n and Enhypen Jake Spotted Together Once Again, Coincidence or Not?' This had to be the third or fourth article within the last two weeks.
When the first article dropped after you were spotted with Jake at a local coffee shop, you were beyond worried about how your boyfriend would take it. However, seeing his face twist in annoyance and jealousy flipped a switch in you. The way his jaw would clench when heâd spot people on Instagram or Twitter talking about you and Jake, or when ship edits started to get posted of the two of you, or even when you were sitting in the room alone with just Jake. It was insanely attractive and left you dripping in your panties.Â
Sunghoon knew it wasnât your fault for what the press did or didnât post, but he also couldnât help the way that it pissed him off beyond belief every time he saw the photos.Â
You then made it your goal to see just how much your boyfriend could take before he finally snapped. So you continued to go out in public with Jake, knowing you could be spotted just so you could get a rise out of your boyfriend. After the first week or so, you stepped it up a little bit. Getting a little too friendly with Jake, laughing at his jokes a little too hard, your hands wondering his body a little too much, your voice a little too surly when you talked to him, being just a little too close. Jake, of course, was oblivious to all of your little antics, thinking you were just being friendly and sweet like you usually were. It started to drive Sunghoon up a wall, so much so that he had to avoid being in the same room as Jake so he wouldnât lash out at the poor boy. Eventually, he caught on to what you were trying to do, and he could feel his blood boil. He could handle you being a brat, but this? He was damn near his wits end, a hair away from snapping.
Coming back to the present, you were snapped out of your thoughts when a knock at the door was heard. Muttering a quick âcome in,â you werenât too surprised to see Jake standing there, hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket.
âHey, Jakey.â You smiled sweetly at the boy who returned your gesture before looking around the room, presumably looking for your dark-haired boyfriend.
And just as you thought, the question fell from his lips, âWhereâs Sunghoon?â
âHeâs in the shower,â you told him, and Jake nodded before walking over, flopping down onto the bed, his upper body draped over your lap.Â
âDid you see the new article?â He pouted as he started to pick at the end of your skirt, causing you to smile, but you nodded your head before tilting your phone screen down to show him that you had been reading it. Jake sighed dramatically, his face falling into the side of your thigh, âI hope they stop soon. Iâm pretty sure Hoon is gonna strangle me the next time one comes out.â He shivered at the thought, causing you to start laughing.
You knew he was right. Sunghoon has been avoiding Jake like the plague for the past few days. Anger and annoyance are the main expressions he wears anymore. His jaw is always locked tight, afraid he might say the wrong thing. But you were enjoying it, maybe a little too much.
Just then, the bathroom door swung open, ceasing your laughter as Sunghoon walked into the room, towel in hand, drying his damp hair. However, as soon as his eyes landed on you and Jake in his bed, you could have sworn you saw a fuse blow in his head. His eyes darkened into a glare, demanding that Jake leave, not a single bit of room left open for discussion.Â
Jake nearly levitates off of the bed before rushing out of the room as quickly as he possibly could, not wanting to be at the end of your boyfriend's wrath. You watched with an amused smirk as Sunghoon's eyes trailed from the doorway back to you.
âIs this really that amusing to you?â His voice was cold as he walked towards the open door; it sent a shiver down your spine and your thighs clenching together. You, however, just hummed with a shrug before looking back down at your phone. You peeked over the top of it, excitement bubbling in your chest as you watched Sunghoon slam the door shut before turning the lock. The moment you had been waiting for was finally about to happen; you finally got him to snap. You mentally cheered, completely missing the borderline psychotic gleam in your boyfriendâs eyes.
Sunghoon walked back to the end of the bed, a snarl pulling on his upper lip, revealing his pointy canine. The very canines you wished would mark your body up, leaving behind puncture wounds and bruises even though you would get a lot of shit from your manager and makeup artist. He never did, though, because he knew the stakes; however, now? Now, all of those thoughts. All of the sane thoughts, really. Completely vanished from his mind.
He leaned over the bed, grabbing your outstretched ankle before yanking your body down to him. A small gasp fell from your lips at the sudden action but was quickly quieted when you bit your tongue as Sunghoon hovered over you, slotting his body against yours.Â
The dark, lustful look in his eyes had your body wiggling in anticipation, a shock rushing through your veins when you felt his erection against your thinly covered core. Thinking back to all of the stuff you did to get here made you giggle because you thought you had finally won. Or so you thought. Sunghoon, on the other hand, found it far, so far, from amusing.
âWell, see how much youâll be laughing, princess,â He chuckled darkly before his slender fingers wrapped tightly around your throat, causing your breath to hitch, but all the air was soon taken out of your lungs when he kissed you hard.
A cry tore from your lungs when he bit down on your bottom lip before sucking on it. You were sure that it had drawn blood, but your mind was quickly bought elsewhere when his other hand cupped your boob, squeezing harshly.Â
âYou just like the attention, huh?â He growled, nipping at your jaw, âYouâre just a little attention whore, is that it?âÂ
You whined as his grip on your throat got tighter, not enough to completely cut off your air supply, but definitely enough to make you feel a little lightheaded. Sunghoon was typically always rough when it came to sex, but this? This was new, and youâd be lying if you said it didnât turn you on even more.
âDonât think I donât know what your little game was.â His voice was deep, sending shock waves throughout your body, âHow you purposely left with Jake knowing the press was watching,â He moved his hand, allowing you to breathe, but not long before he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of your neck causing you to cry out his name, âor how you threw yourself all over JakeâŠâ Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as he continued to bite and suck on your neck, leaving deep purple and red marks. âAll for what, huh? My attention? Well, guess what, princess, now you have it.âÂ
You knew you probably pushed him way over the edge the moment he started to mark up your skin. While his hands were tight enough on your body, you were sure theyâd leave bruises behind. Then that dark lust that clouded his eyes was the final ringer that let you know, âoh I really fucked upâ.Â
âHoon-â âWhatâs the safe word?â Oh, you definitely fucked up; you knew he never mentioned the safe word unless he was going to be rough. The two of you only came up with it just as percussion, mainly when you tried something new. But for him to ask now when you could clearly see the anger in his eyes? Yeah, you were screwed.
When he didnât get an answer quickly enough, he grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks together, and moved his face merely inches away from yours.
âWhatâs. The. Word. Y/n.â Sunghoon snarled, enunciating every word with a glare. Your eyes were wide, not quite out of fear but something else you werenât sure what to call.
âPurple.â You responded to the best of your ability with his hand on your face, eyes staring into his.
Then he let go of your face before pushing off of your body, standing flat on his feet. You pushed yourself up, eyes on him, ready to ask what he was doing. However, his voice was quick to beat you to it.
âStrip and on your knees.â
The tone of his voice was already enough to leave you dripping in your underwear, but the way his eyes bore into you made your whole body shiver. This new side of Sunghoon was something you never thought you would need, but it is now. You wanted so badly to disobey him, but you knew that if you continued to push his buttons, he wouldnât hesitate to leave you without cumming.Â
So, with shaky legs, you pulled yourself to your feet before slowly undoing the button on your skirt and letting it fall to the floor. You could feel Sunghoonâs fiery gaze on you as you pulled your shirt over your head and threw it somewhere in the room. Once you were left standing there completely bare before him, Sunghoon walked over and put his hand on your shoulder, pushing you down onto your knees.
âNow be a good girl and put that pretty mouth of yours to use,â He spoke lowly, his finger combing through your hair until he got to the crown of your head. A whimper fell from your lips as you placed your hands on his thighs to stabilize yourself when he tugged your head back harshly. âAnd I swear to god you try to tease, I will leave you here tied to the bed with a vibrator attached to your cunt.â The way his upper lip pulled back to show his pointed tooth, you knew he wasnât lying.
"O-Okay," You choked out as he cranked your neck back a little more, eliciting a cry from your lips. He then let go, standing straight again, allowing you to slightly relax your neck. You wasted no time pulling his sweatpants' string loose before hooking your fingers around the waistband to pull them down. Once his pants were pooled at his feet, you lifted yourself up a bit, mouth watering at the sight of your boyfriend's dick.
Sunghoon then held something out to you, and your eyes went wide at the sight of the little pink egg, âPut this in that needy little hole of yours, and donât you dare cum without my permission.â Your gaze shifted from the little toy to your boyfriendâs hooded gaze before taking it into your hand.
You kept your eyes locked with his as you brought the toy down to your pulsating heat, rubbing it up and down to collect your slick to use as lube. The slight stretch it offered left a whine falling from your lips, but it wasnât nearly enough. Thatâs what you thought, at least, until a sudden vibration caused your whole body to jolt and a moan to slip past your lips. Then it was gone. Sunghoon watched from above as your body relaxed a bit, your eyes shifting to meet his once more.
He then grabbed himself at the base before tapping the head against your lips, prompting you to open your mouth. You parted your lips, sticking your tongue out, letting him drag his tip across your wet muscle, hissing at the contact. Shuffling a bit closer, you encased your lips around his tip, causing him to groan. Sunghoon gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail before thrusting his hips forward, sheathing his entire length in your mouth. Thankfully, your gag reflex was almost nonexistent; otherwise, you were sure you would be a choking mess.Â
His pace started out steady; his hold on your hair kept your head in place. Until he found his rhythm, and his hips snapped forward, hitting the back of your throat, causing tears to prick at the corner of your eyes. Then the little toy inside of you buzzed to life, causing a moan to tear through your throat, muffled by his dick. The vibrations caused Sunghoonâs head to fall back with a groan.
Your head started to go fuzzy with pleasure as Sunghoon continued to piston his hips until your nose brushed his pelvis bone. The vibrations then kicked up, causing your body to jolt, nails to dig into his thighs, and you to moan around his cock. All of the sensations were overwhelming, and you werenât sure if you would last much longer, but then Sunghoonâs words echoed in your brain. Knowing that he would punish you even more if you came without his permission, you tried your best to hold it in.
The drag of his cock along your tongue was enough to have your eyes roll back as you pressed the wet appendage against him.
âFuck, this is supposed to be a punishment, yet you look like you enjoy sucking my dick.â He chuckled darkly before a throaty groan broke from his lips, his hips stuttering as he got closer to his high. You hummed around him, trying to keep yourself grounded, but you nearly choked as he turned the vibrations up to the highest setting. Tears were spilling from your eyes as you screwed them shut, pleasure overriding your senses.
Sunghoon wanted to burn this image into his memory, the tears running down your flushed cheeks. How the mixture of his pre-cum and your saliva dripped from your chin. The dark purple and red bite marks that covered the skin of your neck. The way your hips rocked against nothing but the air as you struggled to keep from tipping over the edge. God, it was a picture-perfect sight; if he could, he would share it with the world. A clear sign that you were his.
The thought of all of your guys' fans seeing it drove him over the edge, his dick twitching in your mouth as he painted your throat white. An animalist growl tore through his mouth as he rocked his hip, riding out his high before shutting the vibrator off. He then pulled out of your mouth, watching as you closed your lips, swallowing his seed without a word. You then opened your mouth once more, tongue lolling out to show him.
He then tugged on your hair, causing you to whine as you stood on wobbly legs. Not giving you a moment to breathe before his lips found yours in a heated kiss. He groaned at the taste of himself on your tongue before maneuvering you back until your knees hit the bed. A gasp fell from your lips as Sunghoon picked you up and crawled onto the bed before laying you flat on your back.Â
Sunghoon pulled away from your lips, pressing hot, wet kisses along your jugular down to your breast before encasing one of your nipples in his mouth. A breathy moan escaped your parted lips as your fingers ran through his hair, tugging slightly.Â
A loud cry escaped from your lips, and tears fell from your eyes when the vibrator kicked back to life. Your hips bucking against Sunghoonâs body, and your hands tugging on his hair. The male smirked as your body tensed underneath his, listening to every little noise that left your pretty lips.
âHoon- fuck!â You cried out when you felt his slim fingers prodding at your entrance, thumb pressed against your clit. There was no way you were going to be able to last long at this rate, but when you met his dark gaze, you knew you had no other choice.
Your back arched off of the bed when he pushed two of his fingers into your pussy, pushing the little egg further in. A lewd, pornographic moan tore from your lungs when it pressed against your sweet spot.
âFound it,â Sunghoon chuckled, pulling his mouth away from your tits to watch as your body convulsed under him. His fingers started to pump in and out of your slick walls while turning the vibrator up.
Your ears were ringing, and your brain was starting to go blank as your body became overwhelmed with pleasure. Moans and cries of Sunghoonâs name fell from your lips like a mantra, and you could feel that little knot tighten to the point of almost snapping.
ââM close! Hoon, please!â You cried out, back arching off of the bed as your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. Then, just like that, your orgasm was ripped away from you when Sunghoon pulled not only his fingers out but the vibrator as well. Pleas and whines slipped past your swollen lips as your vision focused, but your words were cut short when Sunghoon wrapped his fingers around your throat once more.
âOh no, baby, you seem to have forgotten.â He left a chaste kiss on the corner of your lips before moving to your ear, âthis is a punishment, youâll cum when I say you can.â
Tears spilled down your cheeks as you locked eyes with your boyfriend, your mind reeling. This wasnât how you expected things to go; sure, you knew he was going to punish you, but this? Your whole body was on fire, and the touch of Sunghoonâs finger felt like it was searing your skin, leaving behind traces of his touch.
Your jaw fell slack as Sunghoon slipped his fingers back into your dripping cunt, moving at a harsh pace. His thumb presses down in tight circles on your clit. Cries left your lips as you tried to push your boyfriend's hand away from your sore hole, but he was quick to grab your wrists with a growl, pinning them above your head.
âDonât be a brat, be a good little slut and take my fingers.â His words stung in all the right ways, and your cunt squeezed around his fingers. Sunghoon smirked before catching your lips in a bruising kiss, muffling all the moans escaping your throat.
Your head fell back as you tried to wiggle your hips away from Sunghoonâs hand, the sensation becoming too much, almost mind-numbing. Sunghoon pulled his fingers out before landing a firm smack on your clit, causing a loud cry to fall from your lips, tears flowing down your cheeks.
âWhat did I say?â His tone was a low growl, sliding his finger back in.
âPlease, Hoon, itâs- fuck! âS too much.â Your cries only spurred your boyfriend on, speeding his fingers up.
Broken sobs fell from your mouth as you felt that same knot in your gut reappear, but you knew that he would just rip that away. Your nails dug into the palm of your hand as you tried to ground yourself, but his fingers just kept rubbing your velvet walls in all the right ways, making stars cloud your vision. And then it was gone once again.
Sunghoonâs dick twitched at the sight of your tear-streaked face, loving how your makeup smeared under your eyes, how tears stuck to your eyelashes as you looked up at him with the fuck-out expression he loves so much. His eyes then traveled down the length of your body, your hands pinned so perfectly under his, the love bites that littered your neck and chest, the sheen of sweat that coated your body, then, finally, your dripping cunt. Your slick leaked out onto his sheets, leaving a wet patch. The sight made him rock hard once more, to the point that it almost hurt.
His silence was worrying to you because you couldnât tell what he was thinking, let alone what he was going to do next. Just then, he released your wrist before leaning over to his bedside table. Your eyes widened as he pulled out the bundle of black rope, shaking your head frantically.
âNo, no, Iâll be good, I promise! Sunghoon, please.â You begged, tears streaming from your eyes. However, those pleas were cut short when he glared down at you, holding his hand out for yours. âSung-â
âHands. Now.â His tone left no room for negotiation, and with a whine, you placed your hands in his. Watching as he bound your wrists together before pulling them above your head to attach them to the headboard. Once you were locked in place, he leaned down, face mere centimeters away from yours. âShould have thought about that before, huh?â His voice was harsh, his eyes gleaming, almost sadistic. âMaybe I should mark up this perfect body of yours; then maybe youâll get the idea that youâre mine.âÂ
You bite your lip as he moves down your body, hooking his hands under your thighs, lifting your lower half until your ass rests on his chest, legs hanging over his shoulders. The position was extremely uncomfortable, but that soon slipped away from your mind when his lips latched to the inside of your thigh. Your breathing was ragged, breathy moans and whines falling from your lips as he left bites and marks all along your inner thighs.
Once he was satisfied with all of the marks, he moved down, blowing on your drenched pussy, watching as you clenched around nothing. Sunghoon gathered a ball of saliva in his mouth before letting it drop onto your clit, watching as it trailed down to join the abundance of slick. Your eyes watched his movements, lips tucked between your teeth. He then dived right into your pussy, licking a long stripe from your slit to your clit before harshly sucking on the bundle of nerves, eliciting a strangled moan from your lungs.
âHoly shit!â You cried out as your head flew back into his pillows, hips bucking into his face. Sparks flew across your vision as he held onto your hips, tight enough to halt any of your movements.
Sunghoon then trailed back down to your slit, sticking his tongue in, tasting your sweetness as it gushed out onto his tongue. He hummed at the taste, sending vibrations through your core and making you cry out his name, hands clenched into fists above your head. He continued to eat you out like a starved man while you were a whining mess under him, tugging on the restraints, hoping they would budge, but they didnât.
âHoon- fuck, please donât stop.â You cried out, head falling back as he latched his lips to your clit once more, drawing patterns on the little button. The pillow under your head had your tears stains on it as the salty liquid continued to flow from your eyes at the instrumental amount of pleasure you were feeling.
You begged him not to stop as you felt that knot reappear once more, hoping that he would finally let you have that release. Sunghoon smirked against your core, listening to your choked pleas and moans. His movements didnât let up as your body started to twitch, a tell-tale sign that you were close.
âCum for me slut.â He growled against your skin; the mixture of the vibrations and his teeth slightly scraping against your clit had you toppling over the edge. Your body convulsed in his hold, toes curling behind his head and his name leaving your mouth in a borderline scream. It all just spurred your boyfriend on as he continued to devour you, easily throwing your body into overstimulation.
All of your body muscles tensed, and your shoulders grew sore from the angle at which they were placed. You were sure that your legs wouldnât be usable the next day, nor would your voice, but that was a problem for future you to worry about. Right now, your brain is far too cloudy to think straight, pleasure drowning all of your senses.
A silent scream tore through your lips as Sunghoon placed the little vibrating egg against your clit. Your legs moved to snap close, but Sunghoon was quicker than that, grabbing hold of one of your thighs and keeping it in place. The mixture of the vibrations and his tongue buried in your cunt had your legs shaking by his head, another orgasm already on the horizon.
Inchohent moans and noises fell from your lips as he brought you over the edge once more, eyes squeezed shut. Sunghoon slurped up all of your juices, not leaving a single drop before pulling the vibrator away from your twitching clit. He then kissed the bundle of nerves, causing a small squeak to leave your lips. Your eyes then opened slowly, meeting Sunghoonâs eyes as he looked down at you with a smug look.
As he laid your body down, you could feel your muscles relaxing, and you closed your eyes, trying to catch your breath. However, your eyes snapped open when you felt the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance.
âYou didnât think we were done already, did you princess?â He chuckled, watching the shock on your face morph into pleasure as he slid in with little resistance. Your nails dug into the palm of your hand as a choked sob tore from your lungs.
âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuckâŠâ The word fell from your lips in a rushed chant as Sunghoonâs hips started to slam against yours. ââS too much, Hoon!â You cried out as your back arched off the bed.
âNo, itâs not; just shut up and take it,â Sunghoon growled, hands holding onto your hips with a vice-like grip. A high-pitched squeal broke through your parted lips when his hand came up and wrapped around your throat once more, âwhoâs pussy is this? Whoâs making you feel this good? Who do you belong to?â
âYou.â The words choked through your lips, but that didnât fully satisfy the male; no, he wanted to make sure everyone knew.Â
Leaning down, he ghosted his lips over yours, âThen say it.â
He then leaned back up and pounded into your sensitive cunt making your head spin, âFuck! Yours, Sunghoon!â You screamed as your head fell back, missing the sadistic smirk on your boyfriendâs lips.
Sunghoon continued to thrust hard and deep into you, his pace never slowing, and you could already feel another orgasm creeping up. The words came out jumbled as you tried to warn him, his fingers squeezing the flesh on your neck.Â
You were clenching around his dick like crazy, causing him to groan, âfuck keep doing that, and Iâm bound to breed this cunt of yours.â The words only made you clench around him again, making him chuckle, âYou want that, donât you? You want my seed filling your womb until youâre sure to get pregnant, huh?â You mewled at his words, fucked out eyes looking up to beg.
Seeing the expression on your face almost drove Sunghoon over the edge, your tear-stained cheeks and glossy eyes that were begging him to cum inside, then your swollen lips that were parted as you moaned out his name. Fuck he wasnât going to last much longer. Taking his hand off of your neck, he moved down to press his thumb against your clit, circling it in tight circles. Your hips bucked at his touch as your nerves were set aflame once more. The knot in your stomach tightened to an unimaginable level, but this one felt different. Like your body was about to burst, but before you could even get the chance to warn Sunghoon, your orgasm hit. Your release gushes out in waves, coating your and his thighs. A loud pornographic moan fell from your lips, and Sunghoon cursed under his breath at the sight.Â
âYou fucking squirted, you filthy whore.â He chastises you, his hips stuttering as he feels his high creeping up. A whine fell from your lips as he continued to fuck into you at a harsh pace until he finally tipped over the edge with a groan, painting your gummy wall white.Â
Sunghoon continued to rock his hips into yours, riding out his high before coming to a complete stop. His eyes squeezed shut, feeling you wrapped around his still semi-hard dick, milking him for all he was worth. Opening his eyes, he let the flutter down to where the two of you were still connected, groaning at the sight of the white ring around the base of his cock. He wanted to capture this moment. So he did.
Leaning over, he grabbed your phone, which had been haphazardly thrown to the side, before opening the camera, ignoring the article you had pulled up. You didnât even realize what he was doing as you tried to catch your breath until you heard the shutter click. Your eyes opened at the noise, surprised to see your boyfriend aiming the camera down at where his dick was still sheathed inside of your cunt.
Sunghoon could feel himself grow hard again at the sight, wanting nothing more than to make a big mess of the two of you. Swiping on the screen, he switched to the video recorder and hit the little red button before rocking his hips against yours. A whimper fell from your lips as he continued to toy with your puffy cunt.
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet, babyâŠ" he chuckled darkly, his eyes meeting yours. "Far from it."
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A LITTLE BIT OF PAINT | wolfstar x reader
Pairing: R.L. x S.B. x Reader
Word Count: 9.9k
Warnings: smut, threesome, finger fucking, oral (male receiving), handj*b, dry h*mping, thigh ridding, p in v, Remus is a mess, mild Dom!Remus (if you squint really hard), he might also have a praise k!nk, Sirius is a flirt (danger to humanity honestly), homoerotic scenes(?), you and Sirius canât take your eyes off Rem, Rem canât take his eyes off you either, consent is sexy!
Prompt: Sirius and you are art students and youâve got an assignment, a nude painting, but you canât paint each other. Trying to convict Remus to model for you was hard enough, but painting him, while he looks so damn stunning, might prove a harder endeavour to accomplish.
⥠NSFW: Smut under the cut
âSo?â Sirius asked as he leaned onto Remus, âwould you do it?âÂ
âPretty please?â you asked with a small pout and a few blinks.Â
Remus sighed, âWhy donât you just paint each other?âÂ
Both you and Sirius had been trying to convince Remus to be your nude model for an assignment for the last 20 minutes. He was your best friend, and both you and Sirius had always wanted to use him as a model, but had never been too keen to do it, not even clothed. But you needed him now.Â
âWe canât do someone weâve fucked,â Sirius said with a sigh, âWeâd already done it otherwise.âÂ
âJust use each other and draw a face from a magazine,â Remus offered.Â
âIt wonât work either,â you responded now, âWeâve both been models for the class, they know our bodies.âÂ
Remus tried not to blush at the thought of Sirius and you, naked in the centre of a room for hours on end while people stared and drew all the small details of your bodies. The details that he assumed had only been seen by the other, now he regretted not taking the class, but scolded himself out of those stupid thoughts.Â
He sighed, âAsk James?âÂ
âRegulusâ gonna do James,â Sirius responded, âHe was obviously more than thrilled to oblige him.â
âWe wouldnât be asking you if we didnât need you, please Moony!âÂ
Remus looked to the side, licking his lips before biting on the bottom one and sighing, however could he say no to the two of you. âOkay,â he whispered.
âWait, really?â you asked in disbelief, a huge smile dancing on your lips, it made you look stunning.Â
He nodded, âBut youâll owe me, big one.âÂ
You leaned in to hug him and then Sirius did the same, both of you sandwiching Moony in between the two of you.
âAnything for Moony,â Sirius added.Â
Just a few days later, you were outside of one of the classrooms. It was a smaller cosy one that tended to be used for models, with huge windows but near the top of the building so no one would be able to look inside. You had rented it for the rest of the day since both you and Sirius were determined to finish in one sitting, and neither of you was sure if Remus would subject himself to more than that either.Â
âYou think heâll come?â you asked as you looked at your watch for the third time that day.Â
âHeâll come, luv. Donât worry about it.â
You sighed, Remus was seldom late. And it took you some time to convince him, you were scared he wouldnât want to anymore.Â
You were fumbling with the keys to the room, and just as you inserted them inside the keyhole, you heard a fumbling at the end of the corridor. Â
âSorry Iâm late,â he said, his bag hanging on the side and a coat hanging on the other side. I got held up by the traffic, âI brought the car since it said it was gonna rain, thought I could give you both a ride back, when we were done.âÂ
You smiled when you spotted him and flipped the keys as Sirius gave you an âI told you so lookâ.Â
Remus was breathing heavily when he reached the two of you, âand then I couldnât find the room, this place is a bloody maze.âÂ
Both you and Sirius chuckled at that. âWe arrived late to our first class,â Sirius said. âThe teacher told us weâd have to find our own model for being late and we made a deal to model for each other, thatâs how we met.âÂ
âI know,â Remus said. He remembered when Sirius and you became friends, first Sirius didnât shut up about you, then he introduced you to each other, and he understood why Sirius couldnât shut up about you. Remus and Sirius went way back, they had been friends since elementary, along with James, Peter, Lily, Marlene and Mary. You had quickly gotten along with all of them, and they had made you a part of their little group. Â
Finally, the door clicked open and you pushed on it, allowing both boys to get in before shutting it down and putting both the hand lock and the latch bolt. Remus threw you a look. âWeâve heard stories of people walking in on people painting and ruining their stuff by knocking things out. I doubt youâd want someone walking in on you.âÂ
Remus nodded and moved to sit on the small coach on the side. Thankfully the room was designed in a way to make models feel at ease. There was a music box where you could play tapes on the side, a sofa for them to feel comfortable, and then there was a table in the middle of the room. Both you and Sirius walked to the closet and he pulled on the easels while you went for the props you were planning to use. A small basket filled with fruits. âYou brought the sheet?âÂ
âOn my bag,â he said as he nodded to the side.Â
âKay,â you said as you leaned down to get it.Â
âYou may start changing Moons,â Sirius said, as the boy moved to help him with the easel. They had one in their apartment, and Remus already knew how to set it up from seeing Sirius do it so many times before.Â
He swallowed and made sure to finish setting up the easel before nodding and walking towards the table. Sirius was taking off his leather jacket, and Remus attempted to ignore the way his friendâs muscles bent as he did. Sirius had always been beautiful, but this attraction he felt for his best friend was relatively new, he could barely stand it.Â
You were still looking for the props when you turned around and spotted Remus pulling his soft brown jumper over his head. He wore a soft beige cotton shirt underneath it that was just a little tight over his arms. You tried not to bite your lips as you stared. Both Sirius and you had talked about how pretty you both thought Remus was, what a shame it was he wasnât into either of you, if only you knew.Â
Sirius gave you an amused look, his lips curling into a mocking smile and his brows shooting up and down. You pushed him lightly with your shoulder and walked toward the table before your cheeks warmed even further.Â
âWeâll do mine first,â Remus explained, at least my sketch, Siriusâ next and then weâll alternate.Â
âYouâll do different poses?â Remus asked as he looked up at you, pulling the other shirt over his shoulders little after. Sirius tried not to laugh at the way you were looking at his friend. He had already seen how ripped Remus was, they were roommates, after all.Â
âYeah,â you responded as you got a hold of yourself. âWe are gonna make it seem like we drew different people.âÂ
Remus nodded in response. He was slightly self-conscious about his scars, heâd gotten them as a kid in an accident. His parents were zoologists and worked with wolves, they had taken a puppy home since he was hurt, and Remus thought it was a dog. He pulled the hurt animal out of the cage to âplay with itâ but accidentally grabbed him from the part heâd been hurt, the animal retaliated by slashing him, face, torso, back, and legs. Remus had been 4 and had no way to defend himself, he also didnât want to hurt the puppy so he allowed it to happen. When his parents found him, he was crying in a pool of blood, and the wolf pup had hidden somewhere in their garden.Â
There was apprehension in your eyes as you stared at his scars, not because they were ugly, you thought Remus was beautiful, but because you thought of the pain they had once caused him. You cleared your throat. âI got this for you,â you explained as you showed him the basket of fruits, you had bought them all yesterday and left them in the small fridge in the room. âYouâll be holding in both of your arms, itâs like a recreation of an older painting,â you explained.Â
Remus nodded, taking in the information as he fumbled with the button of his trousers. Half focused on what you said, half mortified over getting naked in front of you and Sirius.Â
You pulled the basket in your hands again, âKind of like this, okay?â you said as you grabbed the basket in the way he would be grabbing it, giving the fruits one last arrangement and taking a picture for reference in case they moved around. He gave you an understanding nod and you gave him a thumbs up in return. Sirius walked over to take Remusâ clothes from the table, and hastily dropped them over the smaller sofa, bringing over a bottle of wine, a decanter and an empty cup.Â
âOur concept is based on gods, sheâs going for Bacchus,â he explained, Remus was fumbling around with the trousers at the end of his feet, taking longer than he normally would to take off his clothes, Sirius obviously noticed. âShe wants to capture the youth and lust of winemaking.âÂ
Remus gave him somewhat of a stern look and Sirius smiled cheekily in return. âAnd yours?â he asked.Â
âEros and Psyche,â Sirius responded with a slight tilt of his head.Â
âAnd Psyche?âÂ
âDonât worry your pretty head with it yet,â Sirius added condescendingly and got a shove from Remus in return.Â
You were looking at the two of them with a smile, youâd always loved the relationship with the two, there was never a time they were more at ease than when they were with each other.Â
Sirius sighed, and you smiled. Remus still felt nervous, taking his socks off and keeping his boxers on as he waited for new instructions. Sirius gave him a look as he sat on the window just behind you, and your easel, looking at how you sharpened your pencils and charcoal for sketching. âWould you help me pose him?â You asked, turning your head slightly to Sirius before focusing again on your pencils and canvas, taking a ruler to break down the piece into smaller squares to make sure you got your proportions right.Â
Sirius nodded, jumped down from the window seal and picked up the white sheet heâd brought from his backpack.Â
âTime to take them off, mate,â he said. Remus swallowed and nodded, taking off his boxers carefully and throwing them in the same direction Sirius had thrown the rest of his clothes. Then he placed his hand over himself and stared in between you and Sirius nervously. You were still focused on your canvas, so you didnât quite see the interaction, but Sirius did and smiled. He had the inkling little feeling that maybe Remus was into you. He had told you about it but you had shrugged it off, Remus had become something like your best friend, there was no way.Â
But Sirius had known Remus for longer than you did, and he knew his friend like he knew the back of his hand âand boy he knew that one well from seeing it so much while painting. And the nervous glances Remus kept throwing your way, made him feel a little more confident of his theory. Perhaps all the two of you needed was a little push, and then that one recurring dream he had could become a reality.
Sirius extended the sheet over Remus and placed it on his arms, just falling off the shoulders like some kind of shawl, he then accommodated the sheet covering one of his legs and his private parts. Remus seemed reassured by that, and Sirius again, tried not to smile knowingly. He then passed Remus the basket and helped him accommodate it in place.
âIt's not too heavy is it?âÂ
âNot right now,â Remus said as he held it between his hands. Sirius then proceeded to place his hands on Remusâ bare back and traced his fingers over his friendâs muscles in a reassuring and discreet manner, giving a light squeeze near his neck.Â
âRelax,â he said as he looked at the boy. Sirius had no idea how little relaxing that devious smile of his was, Remusâ skin burned at his touch. âLean your head back a little bit, would you?â Remus swallowed and did as told, anything to have Sirius step away before he noticed the things he was actually doing to him. âA little bit more,â Sirius insisted and placed his hand on the boyâs neck. Allowing it to linger as he moved him around as he pleased.Â
âHey Angel,â he called, and you looked up, smiling at the sight of the two boys, âIs this all right?âÂ
âCome here,â you told Sirius, he finally let go of Rem and walked towards you, standing just behind the easel just at your side. âWhat do you think? Isnât he a little too stiff?âÂ
âYeah,â Sirius responded.Â
âThought so,â you breathed and left your pencil and charcoal on the easel before walking towards Remus. âClose your eyes, would you?â you asked softly. Remus hesitated before doing what told. âTake a deep breath for me, good, thatâs good⊠Remember that time you told me about your trip to Dover? You told me you climbed to the very top of the castle, that it was freezing cold and that no one but you had been brave enough to climb up to the roof. It was empty but there was a thin layer of snow on the ground. So thin that when you pressed your feet, it melted away allowing you to see the stone.Â
âYou mentioned you leaned over the edges and got to see the castle, the grounds and then, then you got to see the ocean.â Remus' tense self was slowly starting to subdue. âYou said you could hear the distant waves, and then you felt a small prickle in your cheek.âÂ
âIt started snowing,â Remus said softly.Â
You smiled, took a grape from his basket and placed it near his mouth, pushing it in between his lips. He opened his mouth when he felt the fruit and ate it with a frown, opening his eyes to look at it, and then at you. You were so bloody close to him.Â
âThere you go,â you said with a smile. âMuch better now, keep that relaxed face of yours so I can paint it, will you?â you added teasingly. Remus was munching on the grape with a confused and yet amused face. You gave him a short wink and then went back to your spot, missing the slight flush that coated his cheek.Â
âComfortable?â Sirius teased.Â
Remus threw him a look and you swatted Sirius with your pencil softly. âStop teasing him, heâll tense again,â you scolded. Remus couldnât help but smile at the small interaction between the two and you finished up with the sharpening, picking up the pencil and starting to sketch. Remus let his head fall back as you traced, closing his eyes and changing his stance every once in a while, pulling his head off and watching you knit your brows together as you moved your pencil over the canvas.Â
âYouâre getting the proportions wrong,â Sirius said. âHis hand is bigger than that.âÂ
You grumbled in return, âI know! I justââ you pulled an eraser and started to furiously move it over the canvas, Remus was looking at the two of you carefully. âI canât get it to work out.âÂ
âWant help?âÂ
âYou canât keep helping me when I donât get the hands rightâŠâÂ
âWhy not? You always help me with light and shadow, youâre an expert.âÂ
You sighed, âItâs not the same Sirius.âÂ
âYes it is,â he said in a no-nonsense kind of way, then he placed his hand over yours, and started guiding your sketch. âCome on, loosen up.âÂ
Meanwhile, Remus was looking at the domestic scene between the two with a mix of admiration and longing. The two of you looked stunning as you painted him, both deeply focused on the canvas, with a casual glance straight at his hand holding the basket, he smiled as he saw Sirius lean even closer to you, obviously unnecessary but something Sirius did often anyway. He had never seen his friend as smitten with a human as he had seen him with you.Â
Eventually, Sirius let go of your hand and you added a few other touches. âDo you want to start painting or should I start with my sketch first?â he asked.Â
You turned your head and stared at the cloudy sky, âIâll use the sunlamp for my lighting, we can do yours if you want, that way you take advantage of natural light for your drawing.â
He nodded, âOkay, get ready, Iâll work on the canvas.âÂ
You sent him a short wink and he walked behind his easel. Remus took the time to put down the basket and accommodate the sheet around him a little better. âCold?â you asked, âwe can turn off the AC.â He shook his head. Just self-conscious then, you realised. Well, he wonât have to worry too much about that.
You took your hoodie off and then, but it wasnât until you took a hold of your shirt and flipped it over your head that Remus realised what was going on. Your hands were behind your bra when he averted his gaze to the side completely blushed. âSirius, If youâre painting her, can I leave?âÂ
âOf course not,â Sirius said simply, âIâm painting the both of you.âÂ
âYou what?âÂ
âEros and Psyche, remember?âÂ
âBut you said you couldnât paint people youâve fucked,â he retorted in a rather accusing manner.Â
âYeah, thatâs why Iâll switch her hair colour and youâll cover her face.âÂ
âYou never said Iâd have to pose with your naked girlfriend!âÂ
âItâs okay Rem, I donât mind, Iâve been a nude model for the class a couple of times.âÂ
Remus, as he would naturally turn to look at you when you spoke, but quickly turned his head to the side when he realised you were now completely naked.Â
But I do! He thought as he tried to think of anything other than the curve of your breasts. Naked grandma, naked grandma.
You eyed Sirius, âMaybe we canââ you started, biting your lip.Â
âNonsense. Weâre all adults, go on.âÂ
You gave Sirius a stern look and he gave you back an equally determined one, nodding towards Remus, a clear indication for you to walk his way.Â
You took a deep breath but did what he wanted anyway. Walking towards Remus and gently placing a hand on his shoulder, âHey, If you really donât want to do this-â
Remusâ head snapped your way, he focused his eyes on yours as best as he could, âNo, Iâ I justâ I wasnât mentally prepared.âÂ
You smiled and tilted your head. You could see the self-restraint he was using not to look at your chest, Sirius was really trying not to cackle behind you as he sharpened his pencils, âYou can look,â you said, âyouâre gonna see them anyway Rem.â He gave you a frustrated frown. You smiled teasingly in return.Â
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked. He was about ready to just stare for half a second and then move on with his life but he couldnât quite look away. Not when he saw them perk up for him, his warm breath so close to you causing such a reaction.Â
âTheyâre beautiful, arenât they?â Sirius said with a smile from behind the easel. The kind of confident smile of one who knew he could touch them whenever he wanted.Â
Remus cleared his throat and looked at Sirius. Naked grandma. NAKED GRANDMA. âGo on with your painting, yeah?âÂ
âYou havenât even posed,â he retorted with a smile. You turned your head over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend, âwhere do you want me?âÂ
Remus tried not to think of those words, and not to memorise them either. He didnât want to have dreams about it. Sirius on the other hand, smirked and walked over to the two of you, âAlright mate, time to lose the sheet,â he said as he pulled the one thing covering Remusâ body. While Rem shot to cover himself, Sirius gave you a look and then winked.Â
You narrowed your eyes at him as you tilted your head, what the hell are you up to, pretty boy?
âOkay, Moony. I need you to sit on the table.â Remus did as told, âNow open your legs a little bit.â Remus gave a stern look to Sirius but did as told, still using his hands to cover himself. âPlease Rem,â he added, âIâll show you mine and youâll show me yours? Take those hands off, would you? Weâve both seen plenty of dicks already.âÂ
You were looking at Remusâ clavicle as he did, trying to avoid the spot that made him so self-conscious, but Sirius was way bolder than that, and he stared straight at his friendâs cock instead. Was that a twitch? Sirius smiled, bit his lip, and turned back to you.Â
âYouâll be in between his legs, heâll have his arms around your arms and his head on your shoulder, is that okay?âÂ
âOkay,â you said simply. Now, had it been any other person, perhaps you wouldnât have accepted the pose, but this was Remus, you trusted Remus.Â
Remus, who realised there was no use in arguing, did what Sirius had described, leaning forward so you wouldnât have to stand so close to him. He tried to avoid his chest brushing into yours, ever the gentleman. Anyone else might have just taken advantage.Â
Sirius nodded and walked behind his easel again, âLuv, hide your head on his neck, okay?âÂ
âMhm,â you said and did as told. Being so close to Remus was making you feel things. He was really warm and strong. You enjoyed the way he held you, Sirius could tell. He also knew you as the back of his hand.Â
âWould you mind leaning in a little closer to him?âÂ
You nodded and did as told. Now your chest was brushing against his, Remus could feel your hardened nipples against his chest, the tip of his ears was now red, even if a good deal of blood was going south. You assumed it was due to embarrassment.Â
Sirius had already started to draw, and you decided youâd try and ease him, you bent your elbows and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, allowing his grip to become a lot more secure, âIt's okay,â you whispered. âSirius is way faster at sketching than me, heâll be over in a second. Iâm sorry for making you uncomfortable.âÂ
âNo, Iâm sorry for making this so awkward,â he said softly. âI bet you are used to this and Iâm making it weird.âÂ
âNot really,â you said honestly, leaning your head on his shoulder a little more, that was something you had done often, with clothes, though. âIâve never modelled with anyone other than Sirius. I only said I would because it would be you.âÂ
âYou what?â Remus asked, you accommodated and your lips accidentally brushed against his neck, he felt the blush spreading, he was losing control. He couldnât keep thinking of a naked grandma when he had you pressed against him, whispering on his neck, your warm breath against his skin igniting him like a match against dry leaves.Â
âI only agreed to Siriusâ pose when he proposed it because youâd be the male model. I donât like modelling so close to other people.âÂ
Remus sighed, closing his eyes, his cock was already half hard, and here you were talking to him about trusting him to be the male model, he was a total dick.Â
âLuv, lean in a little closer would you?â Sirius asked.Â
Remus didnât even have enough time to give Sirius a warning glance since you confidently did as told, and thatâs when you felt it: hard, brushing just under your belly button. You pulled apart just for a second and looked down.
He is huge.
Remus was beet red and staring at Sirius with a mix of exasperation, embarrassment, and anguish. But neither of you seemed to mind, you just pulled your hips slightly back and went back to the previous pose, your nipples brushing against his chest again and making his boner grow even more.Â
âItâs okay,â you reassured, âItâs actually quite normal, youâd be surprised how many times it happens.âÂ
Remus had his eyes closed shut and was trying not to think, not of your soft chest against him, not of your soft breath fanning against his skin, and certainly not of how close your pussy was to his dick.Â
You could tell how much more tense he was now. âDo you want to take a break?âÂ
âNo,â he said quickly. âLetâs just get over with it.â The last thing Remus needed was to take a break only for it to happen again the minute your skin came into contact with his.Â
âAre you sure? Youâre a lot more tense now, Moons,â you said with a frown as you gently brushed your hand on his soft back, tracing a finger over one of his scars without quite realising you were doing it.Â
He shook his head, âNo, itâs okay.âÂ
âRemusââ Sirius started.Â
âIt wonât work,â he snapped a little harsher now.Â
Siriusâs perspicacious look turned into a smirk, he knew he wasnât imagining things. He gently placed his pencil on the easel and walked over to Remus. âWhy not Moony?âÂ
âSorry?â He asked, nervous. You felt him tense even further and pulled back, he got a glimpse of your breasts again and he only became harder.Â
âSirius, youâre making him more nervous,â you added with a frown, your hand still brushing reassuringly on his back.Â
âNo,â he replied, and focused his gaze back on Remus. âI want to know why it wouldnât work.âÂ
Remus grabbed the basket that was still lying around and placed it over his lap, covering his ever-growing boner.Â
âYou donât have to respond to that, Rem.âÂ
âHe does,â Sirius insisted.Â
Remus looked at Sirius in disbelief before huffing. âYouâre making your bloody gorgeous girlfriend, pose with me and hug me, and lay her head on my shoulder, all while naked. And youâre looking at us, with that, piercing fucking gaze of yours while you do. A break is not going to help because youâll make us do it again!âÂ
Sirius still had a stern face on, but you noticed the small twist on his lips, he was holding back a smirk.Â
âSirius,â you warned.Â
âNo,â he said and focused on Remus again. âRemus, you think my girlfriendâs gorgeous?âÂ
âEveryone thinks your girlfriendâs gorgeous.â
âNo, Remus. Do you think she is?âÂ
Remus avoided Siriusâ gaze, red with embarrassment and anger. More at himself than anyone else. His jaw was clenched and his eyes squeezed shut.Â
Sirius threw you an amused look and you gave him an impatient one. You could tell he was playing with Moony and you didnât like it one bit. Sirius, though, wasnât one to stop things so easily, and he pulled you softly from your spot in between his legs and took it, placing both hands on Remusâ shoulders who just tensed even further. He leaned closer to his ear, âIâm asking you something, Remus.âÂ
Remus didnât reply, the muscles of his jaw clenching and unclenching. You were about to pull Sirius back but he spoke again, âIâm asking becauseââ he tone was softer, the threatening tone from earlier fading into a more lewd one, âItâs okay of you do,â he whispered, and then pressed his lips to Remusâ tense shoulder. Remusâs eyes snapped open and he spotted you, you gave him a short smile, and then he felt Siriusâs lips pressed against him again, âbecause we both have the hots for you as well,â Sirius mumbled against his skin.
Remus swallowed thickly at that, and you could feel a familiar pulsing between your legs.
Remus pushed Sirius off, the other boy just stared at his friend with a smile, âdonât play with me, Black!â he warned, angry and steady.Â
âHeâs not,â you interceeded. Sirius was a flirt, it was hard to believe him sometimes, but for you, who had been with him for a while, it was easy to see the shine in his eyes when he saw Remus, it wasnât there when he saw other men. You walked over to Sirius and took hold of his arm, laying your head gently on his shoulder and allowing your entire front to be exposed to Remus. âThe question is, Remus, do you like us back?âÂ
Remusâ breath was caught in his throat, he wasnât sure what to respond, could he even?
âAnd what does that mean?âÂ
You shot Sirius a glance, there was a silent understanding between the two of you, a small nod from Sirius, and you walked closer to Remus, âIt means we like hanging out with you,â you said softly and took a step towards him, âIt means we like having you around, It means we like it when your eyes brighten as you speak of a new book you love and it means we love the way your hair falls on your face when you forget your umbrella and you borrow one of ours.â You were dangerously close to him now, âIt means we like it when you stand close to us, it means we would like to touch you,â you placed a hand on his leg, and traced from his knee to the thick of his muscle, and left it there while making soft circles with your thumb.Â
âIt means when we invited you to model for us we were being selfish, we wanted to have more of you than we normally did,â Sirius said, also walking closer, âIt means I specifically had to wear bigger pants because I knew the moment I saw you naked along with her, my mind would roam, and take me back to my dreams.âÂ
âYour dreams?â Remus asked as he gulped, gaze darting between your hand on his leg and Sirius approaching both of you.
âOur dreams,â you interceeded, having him turn back to look at your face. âThe question is, Remusââ You grabbed onto the basket and started to drag it away from him. âDo you want us? Or is this just a natural reaction?â you asked, nodding back to his hard cock, trying not to lick your lips as you did.Â
Sirius still hadnât touched Remus, but he was standing so close heâd only have to lean in to kiss the boyâs neck. âIââ Remus hesitated, and looked at Sirius, trying to find confirmation. He could barely believe what was going on, perhaps he had fallen asleep on your shoulder and this was just a figment of his eager imagination.Â
Sirius smiled and nodded down. His pants were big, but not big enough to hide the tent that had formed in his pants. Remus swallowed again. By now you had already discarded the basket of fruit, a couple of them rolling out and scattering on the floor with a loud thud. None of the three seemed to hear it, all of your gazes were firmly set on each other.Â
âIt is real, Remus,â you said and leaned close enough to kiss his neck near the spot Sirius had kissed initially. You had wanted to do that while Sirius was sketching the two of you, and you took the chance to finally do it. Still, neither you nor Sirius had touched Remusâ cock, you wanted him to say yes before you did something irreparable. But unlike Sirius, you didnât leave your kiss as a small innocent one, instead, you opened your mouth to his skin and started licking and sucking lightly.Â
A strangled moan escaped Remusâ lips. and you smiled, continuing to kiss him in the same way, eager to hear the sound again.
âShould we take that as a yes?â Sirius asked, voice raspy and low from how turned on he was at the sight of the two of you.Â
Remus let out a soft scoff, and then he pulled you from his neck, he hated the disappointed glance you had as he held your face in between his hands. Your eyes were blown with lust and your lips were wet from the kiss.Â
You swallowed, ready to pull apart but Remus dragged your head towards his and leaned in just enough to plant a desperate kiss on your lips. You were surprised at first but quickly melted into him, moaning as he dragged his demanding tongue over your lips, which only fueled him further, he wanted to hear those sounds, he wanted to hear the both of you make those sounds over and over again until he was deafened by them.Â
âYes,â he whispered as he pulled apart, panting for air and dropping smaller kisses around your face, âbloody hell yes!â he insisted.Â
Sirius leaned in, and whispered on Moonyâs ear, âShould have told us earlier.â He pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, but quickly moved down to kiss the boys jaw, âWeâve been dreaming about you for months.âÂ
âImagine my surprise when Sirius woke me up, panting your name,â you said, âI thought it was a nightmare until I felt how hard he was.âÂ
Remus sighed and leaned his head on your shoulder as Sirius continued to kiss him, you took that as an opportunity to place your hand on his back again, allowing your fingers to feel and touch every single part of him that you hadnât been able to touch earlier, and that you found absolutely stunning.Â
Another moan escaped Remusâ mouth when he felt your hand on his back, and Sirius smiled, the wicked smile of his and he pulled apart from his neck and easily sat on the table before moving behind Remus in a kneeling position, taking both of his shoulder and pulling him back from the hunch heâd been on. The sight of both boys almost set you on fire, Sirius noticed, he noticed almost everything.Â
âMoony, love,â he said as he leaned into the boyâs neck and allowed his hand to softly massage Remusâ back muscles, âIsnât she stunning?âÂ
You threw Sirius an inquisitive look and he just winked, he seemed to always know what to do.Â
âShe is,â Remus breathed, eyes hooded as he allowed Sirius to touch him, clearly lost on him.Â
Sirius smiled, âI want you to touch her,â he said with a smirk, âtouch her like you wanted to touch her when I was drawing the two of you behind the easel. I saw you looking at her, I saw the way your hands fought to stay in place.âÂ
âSirius,â Remus warned.Â
But Sirirusâ smirk only grew wider, he knew his words were sending both you and Remus into a state of absolute frenzy, all heâd have to do was push you into each other, âTouch her, I know she wants it as much as you do.âÂ
Remus was hesitant, but he placed his hand on your shoulder and dragged you closer to the two of them in a soft pull. You looked up at him and smiled, squaring your shoulders and allowing him to see your almost throbbing nipples, desperate to be touched, and to be held by either of the two.Â
He was slow and hesitant, allowing his hand to fall from your shoulder to your arms, and then to your waist, and to the small of your back. Sirius placed a soft kiss just over Remusâ ear and then whispered, âTouch her, Remus, touch the place youâve wanted to touch since you saw that little black bra of hers that makes me lose my mind.â
Remus breathed, he remembered the little piece perfectly, he allowed his hand to drag up, and let his thumb rest right under your breast, feeling the soft bounce of it and gently rubbing underneath, an innocent touch, almost a graze, nothing in comparison to the way Sirius would sometimes grab at them, and yet, it was just making you wetter. âRemus,â you whined as you leaned your head on his free shoulder. That seemed to be the fuel he needed to drag his hand even further up and allow his thumb to brush against your nipple. You clenched against nothing as he did, and moaned. He had a small scar tracing just around his thumb, the feeling of textures against your skin dragging you to heaven.
Sirius smiled at your reactions and started to kiss his neck. Which had Remusâ head tilt back in pleasure. Thatâs when you leaned your hand down again, eager to feel him, you were gentle and decided to give him enough time to stop you if he wanted, but the slow massaging of your hand towards his cock was only making Remus grow harder, a small droplet of precum already coming from his tip. He hadnât even dared to dream of such a moment, and here you were, making it happen. When your hand finally wrapped around him he let out a breathy moan, his hand on your breast tightening. You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder.Â
âMay I?â you asked softly.Â
âPlease,â he managed to say, Sirius chuckled at his neediness but Remus was quicker and pulled on his hair to drag him to his mouth. The longer-haired boy was surprised at first but quickly smirked into Remusâ demanding kiss, swallowing all the moans that would leave him as you slowly brushed your fingers over his cock. First, tracing a thin line from the bottom to the top, right over the pulsing vein. And then you wrapped your hand around him, firm but gentle, and rubbed the tip with your thumb.Â
Sirius pulled from the kiss that Remus chased into just to let you hear his moans and whispered, âDo you hear that, love?â he said as he placed a hand on Remusâ neck to keep his desperate lips from crashing against his mouth again. âYouâre turning him into an animal.âÂ
âWe are,â you responded and tightened your grip around him, starting only now to gently stroke. You got to hear another moan from Moony before Sirius returned to kiss him. You leaned your head on Remusâ shoulder again, that place proving to be one of your favourite sports of the night, and started to trace kisses up his neck. You could feel his reactions in the way he would sometimes squeeze your breasts a little harder, or when he moved his hand down your waist. âAnd he makes such lovely sounds, doesnât he?âÂ
Sirius hummed in return, not daring to tear his lips away from the kiss.Â
Then you reached Remusâ ear. âIf only you knew how wet youâre making me,â you whispered, a sly, fox-like smile appearing on your lips. Sirius threw you a side glance in between kisses and raised one of his eyebrows at you.Â
âShow him then,â he said before going back to kiss Remus, but using one of his hands to place it on the boyâs waist. âPull back a little, Moons.âÂ
Remus did as told, giving you enough space to be able to climb into the table as well, both legs on either side of one of his, and then slowly you let yourself down onto him, sighting at the feeling of his muscles against your sex. Remus gave you an encouraging squeeze on the waist, and that was enough for you to start grinding yourself onto his leg. Somehow, you managed to maintain the strokes on his cock as you rubbed onto him.Â
âDo you feel that, love?â Sirius asked as he broke the kiss to have the two of them look at you. You had your eyes closed and were focused on both your hips and hand movements. You felt Remusâ cock twitch, but you didnât know it had been because he was looking at you. âDo you feel how wet youâve made her?âÂ
Remus looked at his glistening leg as you slid down and then up again, firmly pressing yourself against him, even if it was hard with the position you were in. He flexed his muscles and he felt your hand tremble in his cock, âSheâs so pretty, Pads. You get to see her like this all the time?âÂ
Sirius chuckled and decided to kiss Remusâ neck, so they could both continue delighting at the sight of you riding his leg. Remus seemed hesitant at first, but he dragged his hand down to your waist and towards your leg. Clearly giving in to the temptation to touch.
âGo ahead, she likes it,â Sirius encouraged in a chuckle and Remus didnât think twice. You stiffened when you felt his hand brush against you as you pushed yourself into him, now opening your eyes to figure out whose hand had been bold enough. You smirked when you realised who it had been.Â
âStill curious?â you asked and pushed yourself towards his hand again.Â
Remus didnât speak, instead, he focused on brushing his fingers over your folds which had you sight in content. But Remus was slightly hesitant as if he wasnât sure how to touch you properly. When Sirius realised the lack of moans, he decided heâd help. He placed a quick kiss on Remusâ temple and then moved behind him again. Allowing one of his hands to rest on Moonyâs neck and then using the other to trace his arm until he reached the hesitant hand still brushing against your sensitive spots.Â
âLike this,â he said as he took hold of his hand and started making his movements more determined. You moaned at the new, more purposeful touch, and Siriusâ smirk grew. âSlow and determined,â he instructed. Remus himself found your clit after that, and he gently pressed his finger over it, testing.Â
âFuck do that again,â you managed to whisper as you leaned your head on his shoulder again, Sirius placed a soft comforting kiss on your temple, your hands on Remusâ cock becoming dumber as the pleasure consumed you.Â
Remus did as told, and you moved your hips towards his fingers almost instinctively. âSuch a fast learner,â Sirius praised, and youâd swear you saw Remus inflate slightly at his words.Â
âYeah, Moony!â you sighed, voice mellow, something in between words and a moan. âYouâre amazing,â you added as you kissed his neck, chasing all the way to his mouth. The hand that Sirius used to teach him, had long forgotten its purpose and had somehow found its way to your breast, pinching and squeezing like he knew you loved. His lips glued to Moonyâs neck in the meantime.Â
Moony pressed a tentative finger to your entrance, you smiled into the kiss, and pushed into him, he bit your lips as his finger dug inside you, âFuck,â he whispered into your mouth, âso tight.â You clenched around him, as you pulled from the kiss and brushed the tip of his cock with your thumb, you were eager to hear another one of those melodic moans of his. And you did, reeling on the power he had given you before going back to kiss him.Â
âShe is Moony, itâll feel insane around your cock too, I promise,â Sirius whispered to his ear. If you had been thinking properly, you might have swatted him for assuming how things would end, but the idea of having Remusâ cock inside of you only made you wetter, your hips chasing his finger a little more desperate as you used it to chase your own pleasure.Â
Remus used his free hand to take yours from his cock and placed it on his shoulder since he knew that would help you be a little more steady, he missed your touch, but the moans he pulled from you were enough compensation. He went for another finger and you moaned at how much more full you felt. Remus had longer fingers than Sirius did, and the scars added a layer of textures that you had never felt before but that you could easily get used to.Â
His touch was much more curious and soft than Siriusâ had been the first time, and youâd be lying if you said it wasnât aiding you into a state of absolute bliss. Sirius, ever the clever, figured out you were close in a second. He pulled Moony deeper into the table, pulling you along with him, took off his shirt and moved behind you. Both of his tights around yours, Moonyâs in between. He pressed himself onto you allowing you to feel his warm and slightly sweaty skin. You could feel his boner pressing onto your ass which had you sight in pleasure.Â
âHowâs that, my love,â he said. âDo you like having Moonyâs hand all over you? His fingers inside?âÂ
âSirius,â you sighed. His hands were now on your hips, helping you ride Moonyâs fingers with much more ease. Moonyâs fingers got faster, and you could feel Sirius holding back from dry humping you from behind, his hips sometimes chasing against your ass, you had neglected him a little. âLike that,â you managed to whisper once Remus did a particular movement, a flick of his finger, and he instantly repeated it.Â
âSheâs close Moony,â Sirius warmed as he felt you tense, he moved his hands on your body reassuringly, but in the way that he knew you loved, you tensed, tightening around Remusâ fingers, and then let out a long, and quiet moan. âThere you go,â Sirius added softly as he brushed his fingers over your leg, both of them helping you ride down from your high. Eventually, Remus took his fingers from inside you and placed a reassuring hand on your leg. You closed your eyes, head still pressed onto his shoulder as you breathed in, Remus had always smelled delightful, but youâd swear he smelled even better today.
You then reached your hand down but Sirius beat you to it, âMy turn,â he said as he pushed you closer to Remus and took a hold of his cock. âYou donât mind, do you?â he asked Remus with a smile, knowing well his answer.Â
Remus gulped and shook his head, which had Sirius smile like a wolf and start playing around with his friendâs cock. He clearly knew what he was doing much better than you did since he had Remus panting and moaning a lot faster than you had. He also had you firmly pressed against Remus as he touched him, if you had wanted to âwhich you obviously didnâtâ you wouldnât be likely to get out in between the two. Still, you busied yourself with kissing Remusâ neck again, that spot that you seemed to be addicted to.
Remus sighed, and you started to brush your hands all over his body, moaning and grunting growing louder. Sirius felt his friendâs cock twitch in his hand and he knew he was close, so he stopped. Remus gave him a pleading look but he pulled his hand back completely and the you along with him. You didnât realise what was going on until you saw Remusâ throbbing cock and confused look.Â
âSirius!â you reprimanded. Remus seemed to be struggling to form proper words.Â
âHe wonât get to fuck you if he comes into my hand,â Sirius responded then leaned his head into your shoulder and looked at Remus with a knowing pout. âWould you rather come into my hand than feel her tight little pussy around you, Moons?âÂ
Remus scoffed. He wasnât sure what he was expecting by getting sexually involved with Sirius Black, but he should have fucking expected this kind of behaviour.
Sirius smiled, âHow about we help him cool down a little but keep him hard, darling?âÂ
You leaned your head back onto Sirius, opening your legs a little for Remus to get a better view of your glistening sex. âWhat do you like, Remus?â You asked in the most innocent tone. As if you were asking about the taste of ice cream he preferred and not the kind of shit that turned him on.Â
But frankly, neither you nor Sirius would have to do anything special to turn him on, he already pretty much worshipped you. Remus was still at a loss of words, he stared at both of you, then down between your legs and then up at your faces again.Â
âDo you want me to eat her out?â Sirius asked as he tilted his head.Â
âOr would you rather see me blow him?âÂ
âCowgirl?âÂ
âDoggie?âÂ
Remus was sure that if you didnât stop you, you might just list the entire kamasutra before he made a choice, âanything.âÂ
You tsked and shook your head, âNo, Moons, thatâs not the deal,â you replied. âWhat do you want?âÂ
Again, he saw you tense and relax between your legs as you asked him, and he didnât miss the smirk that drew on your lips when he started. âI wantâ âhe hesitatedâ âtouch him.âÂ
âYour wish is my command,â you said with a smirk and instantly turned to Sirius, making sure to have him spin around enough so that you wouldnât have Remus just look at your back, although he would have been more than happy staring at the way your ass moved.Â
âDid you hear that, Pads?âÂ
Sirius hummed in response as he helped you accommodate, you were now cradling him. You first went for a kiss, soft, but demanding, as you two kissed, you lowered one of your hands and gripped Sirius over his pants. He moaned into your mouth and you pulled back from the kiss, no matter how addictive his lips were, you wanted Remus to hear his precious moans as well.Â
Remusâ hands were itching to go back to his cock when he heard Siriusâ moan. He was too pretty, both of you were, he could still barely believe what was happening, but he sure loved every bit of it. âHelp me get this off,â you said as you turned to Remus and pressed your hands onto Siriusâ belt.Â
He raised his eyebrows amused and you gave him a short wink. He did as told. Leaning in closer and unbuckling the belt before sliding it off Sirius who was a moaning mess since your hand was still on him. Once Remus managed to move the button off, you were quick to digg your hand in and Sirius raised his hips a little to take it off along with his boxers.Â
Remusâ cock twitched when he saw Siriusâ hard and proud. He wanted to touch it as much as he wanted to see you touch it, but he wasnât sure Sirius would want him to touch it so instead he moved his desperate hand to the boyâs neck. You smiled at that and brushed yourself against him, passing his cock over your folds a few times to coat him with your wetness before gripping at him securely.Â
âStoâp teasing,â Sirius managed to say, and you laughed, placing a soft kiss to his cheek before wrapping your hand around him and starting to stroke. Remus seemed fascinated by the way you moved your hand on Pads, like you knew exactly what he wanted when he moaned or moved his hips slightly to the side. At some point Sirius started to chase your hand with his hips as well but Remus placed his hand on his legs to keep him down. Sirius turned to the boy with a frown and Remus smirked.
âI said I wanted her to touch you, not for you to fuck her hand,â he replied in a low tone.Â
You giggled at the stifled moan that left Siriusâ lips when Moony said that, and continued with your strokes, turning your wrist so you had a bit more control and toying with the tip whenever your thumb got close enough to it.Â
âClose,â Sirius breathed and you smiled, looking at Moony with a small smirk before pulling back a little from both of them but still stroking. Then you pulled further down and Sirius almost came in your hands at the mere image of what you were about to do. You pressed a kiss to kiss your stomach, and gently lowered down, allowing your nipples to brush over his cock causing him to shudder.Â
You licked your lips before going down and pressing a soft and gentle kiss over his tip, you could feel the blood rushing and his cock twitching. You then pressed your tongue to him and Sirius let out a low, almost imperceptible groan. The first, soft splurt of his cum fell on the outside of your mouth before you wrapped your lips around him and sucked the rest of him dry. By the time you were done, Sirius was panting and gripping onto Remusâ leg as he attempted to catch a breath. You raised yourself back up to look at them both.Â
You opened your mouth to show you had yet to swallow it all and then turned to Remus, âWant a taste?âÂ
Sirius was already sore, and yet when Moony nodded and pulled you in for a desperate kiss, he swore he felt himself twitch again. In a matter of seconds, you had climbed onto his lap, leaning into the kiss and only pulling apart to see his reaction, a line of spit still connected the two of you as smirked.Â
âFuck,â Sirius said in a low moan at the sight.Â
âHow was it?â you asked as you bit your lip.Â
Remus tilted his head and dragged your hips to his, âIs not over yet, is it?âÂ
âI meant the taste,â you replied as you rolled your hips on his cock.Â
He licked his lips, and laid his head on your shoulder as he looked at Sirius. âFucking delicious,â he said.
You pressed a soft kiss to his neck. âBet,â you added before rolling your hips against his again. âReady?âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
âGood,â you said, and then lifted yourself, brushing on his cock a couple of times before bringing your hand down to it, brushing his tip on you, making sure to brush your clit, and then slowly, sinking yourself onto him.
You breathed out as you did, getting used to his size, and he waited patiently for you to finish.Â
âYou all right?â he asked softly.Â
You let out a breathy âYeah.âÂ
âTell me when I can start moving.â You squeezed your walls around him. âFuckââÂ
Sirius laughed from the side and placed a hand on Remusâ arm, âDid I not mention she has a tendency to do that? I almost came the first time she did it to me.âÂ
You squeezed again and then started to move, slow and steady at first, Remus was a groaning mess again and it only fueled your resolve to continue moving and squeezing, eventually, his hips started thrusting up into yours and your movements seemed to synchronise.Â
âTouch her too,â Sirius suggested and Remus did as told, quickly bringing one the hands that rested on your waist to your clit. You started to roll your hips so you could increase the pressure and he helped by moving his finger closer.Â
âIs that good?âÂ
âFuck yes,â you responded.Â
You continued for a while, and you felt Remus get extremely close, if his moaning indicated anything but then he stopped thrusting into you and you slowed your pace with a questioning frown.Â
âCanâŠâ he panted. âCan I try something?âÂ
You nodded in return and Remus smiled, he pulled you up with his hands on your waist âhis cock still inside youâ and flipped you around, now your back was laying on Siriusâ chest and you could feel his semi-hard on your ass.Â
âMoony what are youââ he started but was shut up by a kiss as he thrusted into you. Both the kiss and your asscheeks brushing onto him had Sirius harden even more as Remus thrust in and out of you.Â
âTouch her the way she likes,â he said to Sirius in between kisses and the other boy did exactly that, chasing in between the entanglement of bodies until he found your clit, tentatively, he brushed his hand down to feel where Remus and your body connected and Remus moaned at the feeling of Siriusâ hands on him again. âI said touch her,â he added with a sigh, âI want her to come again.âÂ
Sirius smiled and pressed a short kiss to Remusâ lips. âYour wish is my command.âÂ
Seconds later Siriusâ expert fingers were on you, brushing and circling your clit the way that made you brainless, your ass pressed onto his cock and Remus rutting into you quickly made you feel absolute bliss.Â
âIâm about toââÂ
âShe as well,â Sirius said as he felt the way you moved on top of him.Â
Remus reeled at the thought and groaned out as he started to come, he tried to pull out but Sirius was quick to keep him in place. âSheâs taking something,â he said simply, and that was enough for Remus to allow your walls to milk him. As he did, Sirius was fast with his hand and you were cumming on Remusâ cock, squeezing him even more as his pace started to slow down.Â
Sirius, who was already sore, came for the second time that night a little after, surprising you since you were not expecting to feel the sticky wetness against your ass.Â
Remus felt it too, since part of it spluttered all the way to his legs and he looked at Sirius with a mildly impressed stare.Â
âYou two are fucking hot,â he said, unapologetically. Remus pushed into you a couple more times and then he allowed his weight to fall on both of you.Â
âToo heavy?â he managed to ask.Â
âNo,â you said as you accommodated your head next to Siriusâ and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. He sighed in contentment. Â
Eventually, Remus drew himself out of you and then pulled back from his position on top and instead laid with his back against the table. He bit his lip, âI guess youâll have to find another model.âÂ
âNo way in hell weâre ever gonna look for another model,â you said with a laugh, also rolling from Sirius and letting yourself fall right in between the two of them, âMoonyâs just perfect, isnât he?âÂ
âThought you couldnât paint someone youâd fuckedâŠâ he breathed.Â
Sirius laughed, âWell, they donât have to know weâre a thingâŠâÂ
Remus felt so many emotions at once, you were a thing, but also Sirius doesn't want people to know.
ââŠuntil after weâve handed in the paintings, and gotten our grades,â he added with a cheeky smile.Â
âBesides, the sun is gone,â you added. âWeâll have to come back another day.â
âDidnât you mention a sunlamp or something?â Remus asked.
âWeâll have to come another day,â you repeated with a smirk. And Remus gave you an impressed look.Â
âDo you guys have anything to do?â Sirius asked.
You shook your head and Remus said a quick âNo.â
âWhy?â you asked.
âI think Prongs is sleeping over at Reggieâs.âÂ
âIs he now?â Remus questioned.Â
âI thought we could have a sleepover of our own.âÂ
You scoffed a laugh, of sleep, it wouldnât have much.
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HALLOWEEN NIGHT / L.H
Pairing â sub!fem!reader x harddom!heeseung
Genre â SMUT, established relationship
Warnings â SMUT (minors dni), kinda roleplay, chocking, lots of cursing, degradation, fingering, lots and lots of dirty talk, bigdick!hee, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, against a wall
Word count â 5,2k
Summary â it was halloween and you decided to stay home with your boyfriend. you thought it would be a quiet movie night, until you were talking and you told him serial killers kinda turn you on.
a/n: đđ hee has me on a chokehold recently sooooooo, enjoy!
It was a chilly Halloween night, and you and your boyfriend Heeseung had decided to spend it in the cozy warmth of your apartment. While the rest of the world was out attending costume parties, trick-or-treating, or watching horror movies, you both opted for a more intimate and relaxed night in. Candles flickered around the living room, and the scent of pumpkin-spice lattes hung in the air. The windows were cracked open just enough to let the cool breeze sneak in, adding to the autumnal ambiance. You sat across from each other on the couch, your legs curled under a thick blanket as you sipped on wine, engaged in casual conversation.Â
But tonight, the conversation had taken an unexpected turn.
You had always been open with Heeseung, never hiding your thoughts or desires. Tonight was no exception. As the topic wandered from one thing to another, you finally admitted something youâd kept buried for a while.Â
âIâve always been⊠kind of into serial killers,â you said, your voice low but steady, your gaze meeting his as if daring him to be shocked. âI know it sounds crazy, but there's just something about it, something thrilling. Dangerous.â
Heeseungâs brows shot up in surprise. He wasnât naive about your personality â you had always shown him you were more than the "good girl" everyone assumed you were on campus. He loved that side of you, the one that craved excitement and darkness. But this? This was new. He leaned back slightly, his lips curling into an amused grin.
âOh?â he said, his voice deepening with curiosity. âSerial killers, huh?â
You nodded, biting your lip, feeling a little heat rise to your cheeks. But you didnât feel embarrassed. Not with him. âI find it⊠hot. Sexy, even. Knives, the thrill of being hunted. It just does something to me.â
Heeseung blinked, clearly processing what you had just said, but there was no judgment in his eyes. If anything, his expression only became more intrigued. He let out a short laugh, shaking his head slightly. âYouâre full of surprises, you know that?â
âI know,â you said, your lips curling into a playful smirk. âDoes it freak you out?â
He chuckled again, shaking his head. âNot at all. I mean, I always knew you had a wild side, but damn.â
He scooted closer to you on the couch, the blanket shifting as he moved. There was something darker, more intense in his eyes now. As if a switch had flipped. You could feel the shift in the atmosphere, your heart pounding a little harder as his fingers grazed your thigh.
Then he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, his voice lowering to a near-whisper. âWhat if I were a killer, and you were my next victim? What would you do?â
The question sent a shiver down your spine. It wasnât just his words but the way he said them â his tone dripping with menace, yet still teasing. The line between playful and dangerous blurred instantly, your mind spinning as your pulse quickened. You swallowed, your voice trembling with excitement.
âI-I guess Iâd run,â you said, almost breathless.
Heeseung smirked, his eyes flashing with something darker. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, holding it just tight enough to make you feel the tension. âYouâd run? Good. Iâd chase you. And when I catch you, Iâd make sure you knew just how much trouble youâre in.â
Your breath hitched. You were entirely caught up in the moment, the shift in energy sending a thrill through your body. He was so good at this, so convincing. It was like his entire demeanor had transformed. The Heeseung you knew, the sweet, playful boyfriend, had vanished â replaced by someone darker. Someone dangerous.
âRun,â he whispered, his voice a low growl. His grip on your wrist loosened just enough for you to slip free.Â
You didnât think twice. You bolted off the couch, your heart pounding in your chest as you darted towards the hallway. It felt ridiculous, but at the same time, thrilling. Your legs carried you down the hallway, past the bathroom, towards the bedroom. You could hear his footsteps behind you, slow and deliberate, but menacing in a way that sent a jolt of excitement through you. You knew he wasnât rushing after you â he was savoring the chase, playing the part.
You ducked into the bedroom, your breath coming in quick bursts, your pulse racing. The thrill of being hunted made your body tingle with excitement. You quickly hid behind the door, pressing your back against the wall, trying to control your breathing. Your mind raced as you listened for his footsteps.
The apartment was eerily quiet, save for the faint creak of the floorboards as Heeseung moved closer. You could almost hear your own heartbeat in your ears, a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Then, his voice broke through the silence.
âWhere are you hiding, baby?â Heeseung called out, his voice calm but with a sinister edge that made your skin prickle. âIâll find you. And when I do, youâre mine.â
You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from making a noise. Every part of you was buzzing with a mixture of fear and arousal. He was so good at this, it was almost terrifying.
Then, you heard the bedroom door creak open. You held your breath, pressing yourself further against the wall. Heeseung stepped into the room, and you could feel his presence, his calm but dangerous energy filling the space. He was close now, so close.
Suddenly, you heard the unmistakable sound of something metal scraping along the doorframe. You peeked out from your hiding spot and saw him holding a knife â not real, but the fake one heâd used for his Halloween costume last year. It glinted in the dim light of the room, and the sight of it sent a shiver down your spine. You knew it wasnât real, but the image of him holding it was enough to make your heart race even faster.
âI know youâre in here,â Heeseung said, his voice dark and smooth. âYou canât hide from me forever.â
You couldnât help it â a small whimper escaped your lips. Heeseungâs head snapped in your direction, his eyes locking onto you in an instant.Â
âThere you are,â he purred, his voice sending another thrill through you.
You bolted from your hiding spot, trying to make a dash for the door, but Heeseung was faster. He grabbed you, pinning you against the wall in one swift, practiced motion. His body pressed against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off him. The knife was pressed lightly against your throat â not enough to hurt, but just enough to send your pulse skyrocketing.
âYou didnât run fast enough, baby,â he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. âNow youâre mine.â
Your breath came in ragged gasps, your heart pounding against your chest. The fear, the thrill of it all, had you completely entranced. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense, filled with a mixture of amusement and something far more dangerous.
"Look at you," Heeseung growled, his voice low and dripping with amusement. âAll worked up because you like dangerous shit, huh?â
You tried to respond, but his grip on your face tightened, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to keep you still. Your heart pounded in your chest, the mixture of fear and arousal overwhelming every sense.
âFuck,â he scoffed, his lips curling into a wicked grin. âI didnât know you were this filthy, baby. Liking knives and serial killers? Youâre even freakier than I thought.â
Your breath hitched as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, sending a wave of heat through your body. âWhatâs wrong with you?â he mocked, his voice dark and teasing. âHuh? Does this shit really get you wet?â
Heeseungâs free hand trailed down your body, fingers ghosting over the curves of your waist, deliberately slow, teasing. His touch was rough, your skin tingled under his fingers, the anticipation driving you insane.
âYouâre sick,â he continued, his voice thick. âGetting off on being hunted like some prey. Do you even realize how fucked up that is?â
You whimpered, the tension in the air building to an almost unbearable level. He smirked, clearly enjoying the way you responded to his words. His hand finally settled on your throat, not squeezing too hard, but enough to remind you that he had all the power in this moment.
âWhatâs that, baby?â he cooed mockingly. âCat got your tongue? Or are you too busy dripping over the thought of me fucking you like the dirty little slut you are?â
Your body trembled under his grip, the combination of his degrading words and the roughness of his touch sending a wave of heat straight to your pussy. Heeseungâs smirk only deepened when he saw the effect he was having on you.Â
âYeah,â he growled, his breath hot against your skin. âYou fucking like this, donât you?â
He chuckled darkly, his hand still gripping your throat as he leaned back slightly, his eyes scanning your body as if you were something he owned, something he could play with however he wanted.
âI shouldâve known,â he sneered. âThat âgood girlâ act on campus? Total fucking bullshit. I bet no one knows how much of a dirty little freak you really are. Getting wet for knives and killers. How fucked up is that, baby?â
You tried to speak, but Heeseungâs grip on your throat tightened just enough to cut off any response. His eyes darkened, and he leaned in again, his lips brushing against your jaw as he spoke.
âTell me,â he hissed. âWhat else gets you off? Huh? Is it the thought of me chasing you down, pinning you to the ground, making you beg for me to stop?â
Heeseung's words sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you couldnât help but whimper, the sound escaping your lips before you could stop it. He chuckled, low and dangerous.
âFucking pathetic,â he mocked, shaking his head. âI barely even touched you, and youâre already whining like a little bitch.â
Heeseungâs hand finally left your throat, but before you could even process the loss of his grip, he grabbed your waist roughly, spinning you around and shoving you against the wall. The impact sent a thrill through you, your cheek pressing against the cool surface as his body pressed into yours from behind. His hands roamed over your body, possessive and rough, his touch almost punishing.
âBet youâd love that,â he continued, his breath hot against the back of your neck. âMe hunting you down like some fucking animal. Catching you and making you scream my name. Youâd probably fucking love it if I tied you up, left you helpless, wouldnât you?â
You gasped as his hand slid between your legs, the roughness of his touch sending a shockwave through you. His fingers ghosted over your panties, accessible because of the skirt you were wearing.
âYouâre so fucking wet,â he groaned, his fingers brushing against the heat of your pussy. âFuck, you really are a dirty little slut, arenât you?â
You whimpered again, the sound desperate and needy. But Heeseung wasnât having it. He pulled his hand away abruptly, making you gasp in frustration. You tried to push back against him, but he quickly grabbed your wrists, pinning them behind you and against your back.
âAh, ah, ah,â he mocked, his voice a low growl. âYou donât get to fucking move until I say so.â
You bit your lip, your body trembling with need. Heeseung chuckled darkly again, clearly enjoying the power he held over you.
âLook at you,â he growled, his voice laced with amusement. âBegging for me without even saying a word. Youâre so fucking desperate. Is this what you wanted, baby? For me to treat you like the filthy little whore you are?â
âYeah,â you finally managed to choke out, your voice barely more than a whisper. âPleaseâŠâ
âPlease, what?â he mocked, his grip on your wrists tightening. âUse your fucking words.â
âPlease, hee, just⊠fuck me,â you whimpered, your voice barely audible.
He let out a dark laugh, leaning in so close that his lips brushed your ear again. âOh, Iâll fuck you, baby. But youâre gonna have to fucking beg for it. Beg me to fuck you like the little slut you are.â
Your mind was spinning, every nerve in your body on fire. The way he talked to you â it was everything youâd ever fantasized about and more. You needed him, desperately, and the thought of him making you beg only made you want it more.
âPlease,â you whispered, your voice trembling. âPlease, hee. Fuck me. I need it. I need you.â
He smirked, clearly satisfied with your response. âThatâs more like it,â he growled. âBut remember, baby. Iâm in fucking control here. And youâre going to take everything I give you.âÂ
Heeseung released your wrists, but before you could even catch your breath, he grabbed your hips roughly, positioning you exactly how he wanted. His fingers dug into your skin, his touch harsh and demanding. You could feel the heat of his body pressing against yours, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. He made you arch your back, your hips and meeting his.
âNow,â he growled, his voice dark and filled with promise. âIâm going to fuck you so hard youâll remember exactly who owns you.â
He leaned forward, his chest pressed against your back, his lips grazing your ear, and you could feel the raw power radiating off him in waves. You could feel his hard cock against your ass. You whimpered, your body trembling with anticipation. He dragged one of his hands up your side, rough and deliberate, before his fingers slipped between your legs again, teasing your slick heat.
âFuck,â he groaned, voice laced with amusement. âYouâre soaking. All this just from me talking dirty to you?â
You could barely form words, your body so worked up from the tension heâd been building with every degrading word. You pushed back against him, desperate for more, but he wasnât having it. He grabbed your hips again, roughly holding you in place, preventing you from moving.
âAh, not so fast,â he mocked, a dark laugh escaping his lips. âYouâre not ready yet, baby. Iâm not about to just fuck you like this without prepping you, or I'll hurt you."
You let out a small, needy whimper, your head spinning. Your breath hitched as his words sunk in, your body trembling even more under his touch. Heeseung wasted no time, sliding his fingers through your slick folds, spreading your arousal as he circled your clit with rough, teasing strokes. You moaned, your body arching involuntarily as the pleasure started to build.
âGod, youâre so fucking wet,â he groaned, his voice dark and rough with lust. âYouâre practically begging for it, arenât you?â
âYes,â you gasped, your voice barely more than a whisper. âPlease, Hee⊠I need you.â
He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. âYouâre gonna get me, baby. Every fucking inch. But I want you to be ready.â
Without warning, he slid one finger inside you, slow and deliberate, making you moan softly at the sudden intrusion. He was teasing you, taking his time as he pumped his finger in and out, the slickness of your arousal making it easy for him to push deeper. Your body responded instantly, hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.
âFuck, youâre tight,â he groaned, clearly enjoying the way you clenched around him. âIâm gonna have to stretch you out real good if youâre gonna take my cock.â
Your pulse quickened at his words, the anticipation making your body tingle with need. Heeseung added another finger, the sensation sending a wave of heat through you as he began thrusting them in and out, faster this time, his touch rough and demanding. You moaned louder, your body reacting to every movement, every thrust of his fingers.
âThatâs it,â he growled, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. âTake it, baby. You can handle this, canât you?â
You nodded frantically, unable to form words as the pleasure built inside you, your body practically trembling under his dominance. His fingers moved faster, rougher, hitting all the right spots, and you could feel the tension in your core starting to coil tighter and tighter. He was prepping you, but he was also pushing you closer to the edge.
âYou like that?â Heeseung mocked, his lips brushing against your ear again. âBeing fucked by my fingers? I bet youâre imagining how good my cockâs gonna feel inside you, arenât you?â
âYes, f-fuckâ you moaned, your voice shaky, desperate. âI want it. I want you.â
He let out a dark chuckle, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that made your legs weak. You gasped, your body jerking at the sensation, and Heeseungâs grip on your hips tightened as he held you in place.
âI know you do, baby,â he growled. âBut you need to be patient. Iâm gonna stretch you out until youâre begging for my cock. And when I finally give it to you, Iâm not gonna hold back. Youâll be fucking screaming my name.â
You whimpered, the mixture of pleasure and anticipation becoming almost unbearable. Heeseung added a third finger, the stretch sending a sharp thrill through your body as he worked you open, thrusting his fingers in and out of you with rough, relentless precision. You moaned louder, your body trembling as the pleasure built higher and higher, and Heeseungâs lips curled into a wicked grin at the sound.
âFuck, youâre such a little slut,â he sneered, his voice dripping with amusement. âGetting off on my fingers like this. I can feel how close you are. But youâre not coming yet. Not until my cockâs inside you.â
His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge, your body desperate for release. But Heeseung wasnât giving you any mercy. He pulled his fingers out of you abruptly, making you gasp in frustration, your body aching from the sudden loss of sensation.
âNot yet,â he growled, his voice filled with dark promise. âYou donât get to come until Iâm buried deep, deep, inside you.â
You whimpered, your body trembling with need, and Heeseung chuckled darkly at your desperation. He shifted behind you, positioning himself so that you could feel the hard length of him pressing against your entrance, the sensation making your heart race. He was big â and even after a year, it still surprised you every time.
Heeseung gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back against him as he lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed just the tip in, slow and teasing, the stretch making you gasp. He held himself there for a moment, his breath hot against your neck, and you could feel every inch of him as he pressed against your slick heat.
âFuck, youâre tight,â he groaned, his voice rough with lust. âYouâre gonna take all of me, baby. Every fucking inch.â
You moaned softly, your body trembling as he began to push deeper, the sensation of him stretching you open making your legs weak. He moved slowly at first, letting you feel every inch of him as he sank into you, inch by inch, the stretch almost overwhelming.
âGod, youâre squeezing me so fucking tight,â he growled, his voice thick with need. âI can feel how desperate you are. Youâre practically choking my cock, baby.â
You whimpered, your body trembling as he finally buried himself fully inside you, the feeling of him filling you completely making your head spin. He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, his grip on your hips tight and possessive.
Then, without warning, he pulled out halfway and slammed back into you with a rough, brutal thrust. You moaned loudly, the sudden impact sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body, and Heeseung chuckled darkly at your reaction.
âYeah, you fucking like that, donât you?â he growled, his voice dripping with arrogance. âYou like being fucked rough. You like it when I own you like this.â
You could barely respond, your body trembling with pleasure as he began to fuck you with hard, relentless thrusts, each one driving deeper inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and Heeseungâs voice was dark and rough as he degraded you with every word.
âTake it,â he growled. âTake every fucking inch of me. Youâre mine. My filthy little slut.â
You moaned loudly, your body trembling under the force of his thrusts, and Heeseungâs grip on your hips tightened as he pounded into you, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
âFuck,â he groaned, his voice thick with need. âYou feel so fucking good, baby. So fucking tight. Iâm gonna make you come all over my cock.â
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through your body, and you could feel the tension in your core building rapidly, the pleasure overwhelming every sense.
Heeseungâs pace was relentless, his rough, powerful thrusts leaving you breathless and trembling. The sensation of him deep inside you, filling you completely, was overwhelming. Your mind spun, barely able to process the intensity of it all. The room seemed to blur around you, the only thing grounding you being the feel of Heeseungâs strong hands gripping your hips, the sound of his ragged breath against your ear, and the harsh slap of his body against yours.
âYou feel so fucking good, baby,â he growled, his voice deep and rough with lust. âTight, warm, squeezing me like you never want me to stop.â
He drove into you harder, faster, each thrust shaking your entire body, and you were already teetering on the edge. The overwhelming pleasure coiled tight in your core, the knot growing tighter with each second as he pounded into you, not giving you a moment to breathe.
âI can feel you getting close,â he sneered, leaning in close to your ear. âYouâre already about to come, arenât you? I can feel how fucking desperate you are.â
You tried to respond, but the only sound that escaped your lips was a helpless moan. You were trembling, your body barely able to handle the intensity of his movements. You felt like you were going to explode, your entire body burning with pleasure as you clenched around him, trying to hold onto the last threads of control.
âGo on,â Heeseung growled, his voice dark and filled with amusement. âCome for me, baby. I want to feel you lose it.â
His words sent you over the edge. With a desperate moan, you came hard, your body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure ripped through you, wave after wave. Your legs buckled beneath you, and Heeseungâs grip on your hips tightened as he held you up, his pace never faltering. The way he kept driving into you, even as you pulsed around him, made your orgasm last longer, dragging you into a state of blissful helplessness.
âFuck, thatâs it,â Heeseung groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. âYouâre fucking perfect when you come. Look at you, barely able to stand. So fucking ruined for me.â
Your breath came in ragged gasps, and you thought he might slow down, give you a moment to recover. But Heeseung had no intention of letting you rest. Instead, he pulled out for just a second, flipping you around so that you were now facing him. Before you could even catch your breath, he pushed you up against the wall again, lifting one of your legs and hooking it around his waist. With one rough thrust, he buried himself deep inside you once more, the sudden sensation making you cry out.
He started fucking you again, even rougher this time, each thrust harder and more intense than the last. You were still sensitive from your first orgasm, and the overstimulation made your head spin. Your body was already trembling, barely able to keep up with the way he was taking you. You couldnât think straight, couldnât focus on anything except the overwhelming pleasure.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he groaned, his voice low and rough. âYouâre squeezing me so fucking hard, baby. I know youâre close again. I can feel it.â
You moaned, your head falling back against the wall, your body shaking as the pleasure built again, faster this time. You couldnât control it, couldnât stop yourself from spiraling towards another orgasm, and Heeseung knew it. He smirked, his hands gripping your hips harder as he increased the intensity of his thrusts, driving deeper into you with every movement.
âCome for me again,â he growled, his voice dark and commanding. âCome on, baby, I know you want to. I want to feel you fall apart for me.â
You couldnât hold back. With a desperate cry, you came again, your body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure crashed over you, even stronger than the first time. Your mind went blank, the sensation overwhelming every sense, your body completely at Heeseungâs mercy.
âThatâs it,â Heeseung groaned, his voice filled with satisfaction as he felt you pulsing around him. âFuck, youâre so good for me. Coming like that again and again. You love it, donât you?â
You were too far gone to answer, your body shaking as the aftershocks of your orgasm rippled through you. But Heeseung didnât slow down. He kept fucking you, his thrusts hard and relentless, pushing you further and further into a haze of pleasure. Your mind couldnât keep up, the overstimulation making your body twitch with every thrust, your moans becoming more desperate, more breathless.
âYouâre mine,â Heeseung growled, his voice dripping with dominance. âYouâre fucking mine, and Iâm not stopping until I get every last fucking drop out of you.â
You whimpered, your body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure built again. You didnât think it was possible, but Heeseung was driving you towards another orgasm, your body responding to him even though you were already completely spent. The overstimulation was almost too much, your mind spinning as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge again.
âLook at you,â he sneered, his voice filled with dark amusement. âYou can barely fucking stand, and youâre still so desperate for more. You really are a little slut, arenât you?â
âYes,â you gasped, barely able to form words as your body trembled under his relentless pace. âIâm yours⊠Heeseung, pleaseâŠâ
âFuck, thatâs right,â he growled, his voice low and rough. âYouâre fucking mine.â
With one last hard thrust, he drove you over the edge again, your body convulsing as another orgasm tore through you. This one was different â it was so intense, so overwhelming, that you couldnât even think. Your vision blurred, your body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure consumed you entirely. You could barely breathe, your mind completely blank as you fell apart for him.
Heeseung groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he kept fucking you through your orgasm, his own breath ragged and uneven. âFuck, youâre so perfect,â he growled, his voice thick with need. âYouâre fucking perfect when you come for me like that.â
You could barely keep your eyes open, your body trembling and weak, but Heeseung wasnât done with you yet. He didnât stop, didnât give you a moment to recover. His thrusts were still as hard and rough as ever, pushing you further and further into a haze of pleasure and overstimulation. You couldnât think, couldnât speak, your body completely at his mercy as he took everything from you.
âTell me,â Heeseung growled, his voice low and commanding. âTell me who you belong to.â
âYou,â you gasped, barely able to form the words. âI belong to you.â
Heeseung smirked, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. âDamn right you do,â he growled. âAnd Iâm not stopping until youâve come so many times you canât fucking think straight.â
He wasnât lying. You lost track of how many times he made you come after that. Each orgasm blurred into the next, the pleasure overwhelming every sense until your mind was nothing but a haze of need and desire. You were shaking, trembling, barely able to form coherent thoughts, but Heeseung didnât stop. He kept pushing you, kept driving you towards the edge over and over again, his voice dark and commanding in your ear.
By the time he finally let you collapse, you were completely spent, your body trembling and weak. You could barely think, your mind still spinning from the intensity of everything heâd done to you. But as Heeseung pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest, you couldnât help but feel completely satisfied, completely owned by him.
âYou did so good, baby,â Heeseung whispered softly, his voice filled with affection now that the storm had passed. âSo fucking good for me.â
You barely had the energy to respond, but you smiled, feeling safe and content in his arms.
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Says Who? | demonrry
Summary: Y/n goes to an underground club and meets the devil and she'll never ever forget it.
A/N: Something filthy and fun for Halloween! Not really scary, mostly just a smutty thing!
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Warning: smut, filth, spitting, major MAJORÂ size kink, creampie, unprotected public sex, Harry's a demon (or maybe he's just a dick - you choose)
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Y/n could feel the base vibrating through to her marrow. The whole club was alive, a sticky hot sea of sweaty, dancing bodies, strobing lights, god-awful costumes.
She was less concerned about her white angel wings getting dirtied than she was about her drink getting something tossed into it. Some of the people making eye contact with her were⊠she didnât know, but perhaps sheâd keep her distance.
Though, as she looked down into her plastic cup, she realized it was all but pink melted ice. If she wanted something to worry about (other than her delicate white wings) sheâd need a refill.
She figured she put a little too much effort into her costume. Her angel wings were made of real feathers and lace, lined with ribbing to make them look real, and her gauzy smock dress left little to the imagination for what she wore under. Of course, she doused herself in a healthy amount of soft shimmer and glitter and attempted to do the perfect winged liner âit wasnât perfect, but it was pretty damn near close.
She'd gone alone to the club. A maybe not-so-smart move in retrospect, but still. She was there and she wanted to do something she'd never done before. Something outside of her comfort zone. Maybe even a little dangerous for once in her life.
The bar was packed with bodies, all lined up for a drink. Y/n waved her arm in the air, hoping to get the attention of the lone bartender. The poor guy was running his ass off and she could see sweat stains under his arms. It was rather stifling in the building.
Suddenly a very warm hand was pressed into her back, hot palm burning through the thin fabric of her dress down to her skin, âYou donât need another drink, Y/n.â
Turning to her right she saw a man with an imposing stature standing over her, his massive mitt cradling his own cup as he looked down at her, green irises practically glowing.
âSays who? Iâve only had one anyway. And how do you know my name?â
The grin that stretched over his face caught her off guard. He was handsome. She let her eyes wander from his broad shoulders up his neck and to the top of his head. He had thick dark waves with small pointed horns sticking out of the top just so. They looked real. The devil. How fitting a costume for a man who looked like that.
âYour name is printed on your cup,â he pointed. Y/n had forgotten that everyone was given a cup upon entry, their name scrawled across the smooth plastic, and told not to lose it. It was one of those underground club events and the cup was like your ticket to get in once you'd passed the initial pay-to-enter area.
She laughed and smiled, âOh, I forgot,â she looked down at his cup again, noticing large rings adorning his thick fingers, âHarry.â
âWhatâs an angel doing in a place like this anyway?â
Another laugh puffed from behind her lips before she used her tongue to wet her parched mouth, âItâs a club. I donât know. Saw an ad and it sounded fun. Why? Should I be worried?â Y/n bit her lip for effect. She wasnât worried. But she did like this manâs vibe. He was flirty without being overt, his warm hand still sprawled along her back, face dangerously close.
âYou should be worried. This is not a safe place, Y/n,â an evil smile worked its way over his features. He was teasing. Or maybe he wasn't.
She shrugged and looked up at him through her lashes before releasing her bottom lip, âBut youâre here,â she looked back over her shoulder at the wild crowd behind them, âYou gonna keep me safe from all the bad guys?â
âIs the angel asking the devil to watch over her tonight?â His grin grew lopsided, a dimple digging into his skin. God, he was attractive.
âMaybe. But you wonât let me get another drink so I donât knowâŠâ
His eyes scraped over her face and down to her angel outfit, auditing, before he pushed into her back, moving her toward him closer. She watched him sit his cup down on the syrup-smeared bartop before his hand found her jaw, fingers digging into the soft part under her mandible, âOh youâre parched, are you? Open up for me, angel.â
She felt her body swell and seethe in heat from his bold ask. But what else was she there for that night but to have a little fun with a stranger? So she parted her lips, slowly opening wider as he dipped over her frame and tilted her neck back until she felt the warm glob of saliva land on the tip of her tongue. She let out a pathetic moan when he licked over her lips, his spit moistening the dry skin like he was making sure she knew whose spit was sliding down her throat.
âDid you swallow for me?â He asked cooly as he kept her jaw in his hand.
Knocking her head up and down she kept her eyes on his and then suddenly she was being pulled away from the bar. He had an arm tucked around her waist, keeping her next to his warm frame until theyâd moved into the shadowy edges of the club and he prodded her into a small space between a column and a metal air duct before he was pushing his hips and mouth against hers.
He tasted like autumn outdoors, hay, spit, burning leaves⊠Running her fingers into his hair she felt his hand on her hip, bunching at the sheer fabric until he was reaching into the thin wispy lace of the top of her white panties, palm gliding down her belly button until the pads of his fingers were pressed in a place she would normally never let a stranger touch. Especially not in public.
But it was Halloween, and this was what sheâd been looking for. Something a little dangerous, a little crazy. This was the kind of place where one could get away with such iniquities.
Soon, the only thirst that remained was to feel more of him. To feel his hands, his fingers⊠He smoothed his tongue against hers as his middle finger rubbed tightly over her exposed clit after he'd torn the delicate fabric of her underwear. She was throbbing against him. Wetting his digits slowly until it was slippery and he could easily slide one and then two inside of her cunt.
âLove when I make angels wet. Youâre just a good girl but this is exactly what you were looking for, wasn't it?â
She moaned and yanked his hair, hoping heâd put his lips back against hers. She loved his mouth, loved how he kissed her all dirty and raw.
âYesâŠâ She blinked up at him and then gasped when he shoved a third fat finger inside of her hole. It made her wobble forward into him, her cheek pressed into his solid chest. He fucked her just like that, on his fingers as he kept whispering into her ear, âGonna change your life tonight angel. Show you what it feels like to really get off.â
Her mouth was wide open as he slid his fingers so deep she was certain nothing had ever gone in like that before. Not even Donnyâs hard prick felt like that (what a disappointment he had been).
âCanât even stand up straight and thatâs just my fingers in there little girl. What are you gonna do when itâs my cock splitting you in half, hm?â
She groaned as he continued pumping his fingers through her gummy insides and she gripped onto his biceps so she didn't simply wither to the floor.
Y/n didnât want anyone to see what was happening but it felt so good and she was so close. Already. The heel of his palm was bumping, sliding into her clit with every thrust of his wrist and she swore he was fucking into her to the beat of the bassy electronic music.
Her head began to spin and her ears were ringing, muffling the noise of the crowd and the music when she felt the delicious release of her orgasm.
Harry pushed her back into the wall quickly when he felt her shaking and with his free hand he held her face, smushing her cheeks with his thumb at one side and his pointer finger on the other, âLook at me when you come. Your orgasm belongs to me. Fuck thatâs so prettyâŠâ
She was stunned. It felt so good. Her body was writhing and being pushed and pulled at the hulking manâs direction. He guided her through it, plunging his fingers inside of her and dragging them over her slick spongy spot at the front of her wall. It was like heâd found a hidden switch within her insides and turned it on for her.
âYou gonna keep being a good girl for me? Let me claim you and fuck an orgasm out of you on my cock this time? Want that, angel?â
Y/nâs rationale had gone out the window the moment he spit into her mouth and licked over her lips at the bar. So she nodded as he pulled his fingers from her cunt and brought all three, slimy, coated in her arousal, up to her lips, âOpen up that thirsty little mouth. Suck.â
She wrapped her lips around his fingers and he pushed them past her comfortable gag spot as he made haste with his other hand, undoing his pants before pulling out his dick.
Harry removed his hand from her mouth and pulled at her neck, "Take a look. Think it'll feel nice and snug inside that tiny little angel pussy?"
Y/n shifted her eyes down to the hot engorged dick the man had brushing against her, his tip wide and ruddy against her labia. She inhaled, looking up at the man and then back down at the size of him, "It's⊠I don't know⊠It's soâŠ" She bucked into him, feeling unsteady, her thighs still shaking.
"At least twice as big as what you've played with before. I know. But you get used to it. Come to love it. The way it plugs in so deep, carves into your insides, and makes a nice wet home⊠No one ever forgets it."
She clutched his forearm with a shaky hand and used her other to reach down and touch him. He was hot. So much warmer than she expected. Peering around his broad shoulders she could see people grinding and doing ungodly things on the dancefloor already. There were no rules in that club, except to not lose the cup you were handed when you paid to enter, and she'd already lost that at the bar somewhere.
When she felt him grip tight the meat of her thigh and perch it over his hip he slid his cockhead to her dripping seam and began to dip in.
"OohhâŠ" she warbled out a moan and then looked up at his handsome face, "MmmâŠ"
"Open that pretty mouth, show me your tongue."
She did what he said, parting her lips as her pussy spread open little by little. The feel of him slowly pushing into her was sticky, gooey, sharp. But the warm spit that dripped onto her tongue was salacious, made her pussy throb and flutter around his girth.
"There we go. Get that pussy spread apart for me. Let me have you, angel."
She was already letting him have her. She was his⊠whatever he wanted, however he wanted it. Right in front of everyone⊠sloppy, wet, deranged, disgustingâŠ
"Mm ahhhâŠ" she panted, her brows pushed together as he rutted in and in, filling up every bit of empty space she had available. Split open, stuffed full, slippery hot debauchery.
Harry threw his head back for a moment, basking in the tight pussy wrapped around him. Sopping. It was his chance to feel a bit of heaven.
Reaching down for her other thigh, he pushed her up and lifted her, making her wrap her legs around his waist so he could work into her deeper, really give her a taste of what the devil could do.
She yelped and gurgled wetly, eyes bulging as he buried himself in, "FuckâŠ"
"Yeah? Didn't know angels liked to say such words." He swiveled his hips, a harsh plunge in again, and the squelch of her pussy against his length meant she was as wet as she could possibly be. "Oh you're soaked, angel. No wonder you're so thirsty. All your juices are down here," He rocked up into her and she cried out, "So you can take me properly."
While no one much cared about the angel with her wings pressed into the wall, her legs wrapped around the devil's waist as he stuffed her pussy with his big cock, it was obvious what was going on in that dark little corner every time the strobe flashed over the pair copulating. If the look on her pretty face didn't give it away, all fucked out, wet lips parted, eyes rolling back into her head⊠it was the way the devil was rocking his hips sharply against her, making her legs shake with every thrust.
He knew he was hollowing her out, poking in beyond what was comfortable for her⊠he knew she'd never forget the way he felt inside of her. It'd stick with her forever and she'd never be able to come again without thinking about the devil.
She'd masturbate thinking about that night at the club and she'd release with the image of him inside of her. And any poor man who stuck his rinky dinky human dick into her pussy would never get her off âshe'd be thinking of Harry, the demon with the biggest cock she'd ever had. That would be the only way she'd ever be able to come. A curse, but also a blessing because now she'd always be able to get off to the memory of him no matter who was fucking her. Everyone else would pale in comparison⊠but that's what he loved so much about fucking sweet human girls. They never forgot his big cock and he owned them in a way. At least he owned their orgasms.
Slushy, gloopy, splatting⊠his long dick dragged and kissed against her sweetest spot and she felt the tingle and the ache of it as she bounced with every drive of his hips.
"Give me that come, angel. Right on my cock."
She inhaled sharply as he laved his tongue over her lips, slicking his saliva over her mouth and spitting onto her tongue again, "Mine. It's all mine, isn't it? Cunt will never feel it like this again but she'll remember who owns her won't she?"
Y/n was simply done for⊠her body was putty, molten liquid, dripping, bowing to his whim. His cock would be forever imprinted within her womb as she felt him slide through her channel, thick and throbbing - it was as if she could feel his bulbous cockhead pushing into her tummy, bulging at the front. Microscopic tears around her gaping, wet, stretched muscle she'd need to tend to later. All worth it to be fucked like that.
Her eyes were bleary as she looked at him when she began to come. He was right and she knew it. Her body would never forget it. She was ruined for him already as her vocal cords hitched up an octave and she made his favorite noise. Every dip of his broad crown through her gushing walls smeared his leaking slit against her cervix.
Harry watched the angel fall apart around his cock, face crumpled, body reveling in her release, toes curled in her shoes, but when she moaned his name and gazed into his eyes with droopy lids he couldn't hold back the way she was milking around him. He slammed into her, one brutal thrust, cock burrowing in as he splattered and pumped into her. His warm spend, a mucusy mural for her tight little wet walls. Like his signature left behind so anyone else who entered would know he'd been there. That everything inside of her cunt belonged to him because he'd already claimed itâŠ
She'd think about all that later. That she'd had unprotected sex with a stranger at a club. That he'd filled her with his sperm and spit into her mouth. She'd get tested and watch for her period and then get tested again. And when she turned out clean and not pregnant part of her would be disappointed that she didn't have some excuse to search for the man to let him know what he'd done so she could do it all over again with him. Get her brains fucked out and her little pussy stretched in a way that shouldn't have been as good as it was.
But she wouldn't regret that part. Her only rue that night would be that she hadn't gotten his last name or maybe a number. It was probably better to not know who he was, though. Because if she did she'd obsess. She'd fiend. She'd pine. She'd stalk. She'd make a fool of herself to just have another taste. And a guy like him would probably already be onto the next.
It was better to not know who he was because he wasn't really nice. When he was finished with her, when his come was fucked into her and he made her watch how he shoved it all back in with his huge cock, gripped her neck, and made her look at the way it dripped from her puffy, used pussy and how he took his dick and pressed it back into her stinging hole and told her to not to clean herself up âhe left. He dropped her down to her feet, tucked his big cock back into his pants, patted her hot little cheek, and walked off without even turning back to look or check on her.
She watched him disappear into the crowd with her torn panties at her hips and his come dripping down the inside of her legs, chest heaving, heart thrashing in her chest⊠Her back and her legs and her pussy ached but she'd have him again if he just came back. So, it was better to not know.
It was better to not know because maybe he actually was the devil.
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#god i hate it here#as an american dumbfuck i wanna strangle all these dumbfucks (my neighbors) for the yearly fireworks bullshit they pull#like. i actually LIKE fireworks. and i dont mind the noise! HOWEVER#i know people do. and i certainly wouldnt want to potentially trigger/hurt anyone by setting them off in a crowded residential area#and i knowww its fully fucking illegal for my neighbors to posess/use/sell/buy fireworks in our state. and ofc ik that legal=/=moral!! BUT#these motherfuckers should absolutely NOT be setting off fireworks rn oh my god.#with all these damn wildfires?? yr rly out here setting off fireworks when just this last week we had an air quality warning??#if u want more of those: please ! by all means keep doing what yr doing !#its only MY sorry ass working outside doing manual labour most of the time. so dont worry#ik you wanted to get rid of my gayass one way or another !#happy fucken fourth ! ig we might as well go on & celebrate the freedoms our country's blessed us with while we've still got any at all !#apologies for the pessimism; im just. grrrugh. like i said#i hate it here#my extended family (all mor//mon) is real big on patriotism bc the cult ((as i experienced it)) was too#so theres. like. even more layers than ill get into to how much im hating this rn lmao#đ¶fuck americađ¶#but. anyway#i hope yall are doing well (near or far<3 american or no ofc)#and if yr not an enjoyer of fireworks but youve been subjected to them today anyway -- im thinkin of you#ily & i hope youre able to get some peace+quiet+calm soon too<3<3#bee speaks
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The Wolverine and His Bunny || Logan Howlett x Bunny Girl!Reader
summary: You and Logan have always butted heads and his constant, condescending reminders of your mutation don't help. It's not until your forced to train together and well, the tension is undeniable
warnings: MINORS DNI, SMUT, 18+ ONLY, fem!reader, rough sex, a variety of bunny themed nicknames (Bunny, thumper, carrots), creampie, manhandling, pain kink (Logan), doggy style, dirty talk, blow job, mirror sex, slight choking, degradation, praise, he plays with your bunny ears oops, enemies to lovers kinda? Logan's a dick at first, teasing, being pinned down.
Don't like it don't read it :)
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wc: 3.7k
a/n: Okay look, I thought this was hot and so I wrote it. Anyways happy October first everyone! Hoping to add my degeneracy to the long list of fics to come. This also ended up being more. angsty than i mean it to be. I think I have an angst problem oops
You hated him so much. He was. He was just a massive dick for no reason and you hated people like that. You get that he was the all mighty Wolverine who was indestructible or whatever but if he could act like a normal person for once in his life that would be great.
He wasn't even the leader of the damn team and yet every one seemed to act like he walked on fucking water. It's not like he was the only one on the team either. He may tell everyone he's a loner and he doesn't need help but we're the X-Men. Not just Wolverine.
It's just not fair.
You had the perfect plan. Planned down to the very second and Logan had to go and fuck it all up. Maybe it was an honest mistake but you highly doubted it. He always had a problem with you. You didn't understand why. The moment you showed up to the mansion he was hostile. Calling you stupid, condescending nicknames because of your mutation while ignoring the part of it that made you super smart.
You were fuming when the team got back from the mission. You stormed right past everyone to get to Logan. They shoot you apologetic looks but you paid them no mind.
"Logan!"
"What's got your panties in a twist bunny?" He leans against the jet hangar door. A cigar already lit in his mouth.
"Don't call me that asshole!" You shove his chest but he doesn't move. Your nose twitching in anger as he just laughs.
"I had a plan Logan. A good plan. A perfect. Plan. So tell me why as soon as you had the chance to, you ruined it!" He scoffs and blows a puff of smoke in your face. Your ears flatten against your head as you wave the smoke away.
"We finished the mission didn't we?." He says with a smirk. If this were a cartoon you'd surely have steam coming out of your ears by now.
"God you're nothing but a slimy little weasel sometimes!" You push your finger into his chest. He pushes your hand away and bares his teeth like an animal.
"You have no idea what it's like to actually be on the field so why don't you tuck your little tail between your legs and run back to the lab."
"Logan! That's enough." Jean scolds him harshly as you turn around and storm out of the room.
You feel tears welling up in your eyes but you force them down. Fuck him, you were an important part of the team. Whether he liked it or not.
It's like he lived to torture you. Ever since the day you told him off he seemed to just. appear. Constantly. Wherever you were he was there too. In the kitchen? He strolls right in for a soda. In the training room? He's already there. All sweaty and grunting and gross. You're outside near the water fountain, guess who strolls right on up. It was like he was stalking you or something.
Your ears perk up as you hear footsteps approaching your classroom. You taught most of the high level classes, the advanced ones for students who wished for more academic classes. So their tests were more complex to grade which is why you were still here so late into the night. Your nose twitches as a familiar scent fills your nose. Without even looking you let out a long sigh.
"What do you want weasel?"
"Now that's not very nice of you." Logan says with a smirk as he sits in the chair across from your desk. He puts his feet up on your desk. Right on top of the stack of papers.
"Can't you go bother someone else? Please. Like anyone else." He grins and you roll your eyes.
"But I just love your company." His voice is dripping with playful sarcasm.
"You're going to work yourself to death carrots. It's not good for you." The truth is he came to try and apologize for the other day but he just hasnât found the right time. Okay well thereâs been good times but he was never able to get the words out. So here he is trying his best.
He stands up and leans over your desk. You have to admit he's certainly an overwhelming presence. His face is inches away from yours, eyes staring into your soul with a wolfish grin on his face. He picks the pen out of your hand and throws it over his shoulder.
"Why not take the stick out of your ass and have a little fun?" Wow, for a second there you almost thought he cared.
"You know what Logan, just leave me alone."
"You know I'm trying to be nice here and all I'm catching is attitude." He growls. You slam your hands on the desk and stand up. Getting close to his face as your ears flatten. "
Nice? You think you're being nice?" You laugh in his face and he pushes back. Papers fly everywhere.
"Fine, work yourself to death I don't fucking care." He storms out of your room and slams your door loudly.
"Asshole!" You yell back. You turn back to see the mess of papers and sigh. Great, now your night got even longer. Logan mutters angrily as he stalks through the halls. So much for trying.
It's been at least a couple weeks since that night with Logan and thankfully he's finally decided to leave you alone. You barely saw him and in a weird way, you kind of missed him. Kind of. Barely. In fact you really enjoyed the peace. Your ears definitely didn't perk up when you heard Logan's voice on the other side of Professor Xavier's office. You push through the door and find Logan looking very pissed off.
"You wanted to see me?" You glance over at Logan who was fuming silently.
"Yes, I think it's time you join the team. On the field." You widen your eyes in surprise. You never considered yourself to be a field agent. Your mutation wasn't exactly built for combat. You were speedy but that's about it. Strategy and smarts were much more your speed.
"I think bringing you out on the field would be an immense help to your battle tactics. As Logan so kindly put it, being on the field is different from watching on the outside." You flash back to the harsh words Logan had said to you a while ago.
Logically it would be helpful for you to observe what missions were like first hand but you don't think you needed to be there. Still to get yourself a suit and be part of the team sounded nice too.
"And since it was his idea, Logan will be your instructor."
"What?!"
"Absolutely not." Charles gives you both a look, one that said to quiet down and you both reluctantly listen.
"I am not a fool, the two of you need to learn to work together. My decision is final." His tone leaves no room for argument and the two of you leave with scowls on your face.
"Alright thumper, hereâs how itâs going to go. Tomorrow. 7am in the training room. Think you can handle it?â He places his hand near your head. You roll your eyes and duck under his hand.
âYeah yeah, see you then Weasel.â
It feels like this was meant to be a punishment more than an assignment. You get that you and Logan havenât. exactly gotten along but to stick you together like this? Thatâs just mean. You showed up right at 7am the next morning dressed in workout clothes. Logan is already there dressed in his little gray sweatshirt, white tank top and sweatpants.
âSo you didnât run away? Good bunny.â He smirks as your face scrunches up in anger.
âFuck off.â Youâre already dreading this. If you could just survive an hour then you could never deal with him again.
"Okay, show me what you got." He stands in the center of the mat. Arms at his side with an expectant look on his face.
"What?"
"I heal bunny, so give me all you got. I need to see what I'm working with here." You take a deep breath and launch an attack.
You weren't helpless by any means but you werenât on the same level as Logan, even you could admit that. He barely flinched as you darted around the room. Striking him in a few places but he just stood there. It was starting to piss you off. You get that you werenât the fiercest but he could at least try and fucking help instead of wearing you out like this. You look around the room and see wooden poles used for combat training. He never said you had to just use your hands. You dart across the room and grab one, swinging it hard against his back. To your surprise it completely breaks. Shattering on impact. He grabs the broken half thatâs left in your hands and pulls it out of them.
âThatâs cheating,â
âNo itâs not. I was just using my resources.â He laughs and grabs your wrist. He slowly backs you up until you hit the wall.
âOh yeah? What youâre gonna find a really big stick out in the field?â He mocks.
âThis is useless.â He lets go and walks away from you.
You feel anger bubbling up in your chest. You donât belong. Youâre useless. What good are you to the X-Men? You are sick and tired of hearing shit like this all the fucking time and Logan was the worst about it. You launch yourself at him. Running as fast as you can and jumping on his back. It blindsides him, he tumbles to the ground. He grunts as you start to hit his back hard.
âWhat is your fucking problem!â He pushes you off and you wince as you hit the mat. You scramble away before he can get up and jump back onto him. Legs straddling his waist as you push his shoulders.
âWhy do you hate me so much?! What did I do to you?!â You take a swing and hit him square in the jaw. He looks surprised but shakes it off easily. He doesnât fight back, more in shock than angry at this point.
âI get that I donât have metal claws and I canât move stuff with my mind but Iâm part of the team too!â You swing your fist again but he catches it this time. He grabs your other one and pushes you to the ground roughly.
âFuck off!â You hiss as he crawls on top of you. Heâs heavier than a fucking boulder as he practically pins you to the ground.
âNo you shut up and fucking listen.â He growls. He still has your hands pinned to the floor. An almost animalistic look on his face.
âYou are so infuriating, everything about you drives me fucking crazy. So pretty, so smart, so easy to rile up.â He purrs. Your body feels like itâs on fire. What the hell is he even talking about?
âI say things without thinking sometimes but you, you make it so hard. Always running your mouth.â You squirm under him, trying to get free.
Then. He moans. He fucking moans.
You stop moving and stare up at him in surprise. Then you feel something hard against your stomach. Oh. Heâs hard.
âNo fucking way.â You say with a smirk. He may be on top of you but right now it feels like you have all the power here.
âDonât tell me you were an absolute dick because you liked me?â He doesnât deny it. Instead pressing you harder into the mat.
âShut up.â
âCouldnât handle your feelings so you decided to tease me like a fucking schoolboy.â You laugh and try and move your arms but he doesnât budge.
âYou know what I think, I think you need to lose the attitude carrots, I think a nice good fuck would do you good.â You scoff at his words.
âAnd you think youâre the one to do that? You couldnât make a girl cum if your life depended on it, Weasel.â
âIs that a challenge bunny? Come on, say it.â Heâs hot and horny but heâs giving you a way out.
If you tell him to fuck off heâll leave and you both can forget about it, but if you donât. If you say you want this. Well heâll finally shut you up like heâs been dreaming about. Thereâs a moment of silence between the two of you. Heâs breathing heavy like an animal and youâre studying his every move. Was this a bad idea? Probably. But you couldnât deny that Logan was hot and right now all you wanted was to suck him off until he was milked dry. Shit.
âYou can try, but I bet you wonât even last a minute.â He practically pounces on you. His face is buried in your neck as his hips grind against yours. You gasp as he bites your neck harshly. Eyes fluttering shut as he kisses it better.
âDreamed of this, my bunny all wet and needy for me.â He nibbles up to your ears. Practically purring at how soft they feel.
âNot your bunny yet.â You bite back. He lets go of your wrists and sits up on his knees. He rips open your bra without the least bit of resistance. Mouth drooling as he stares at your tits.
âFuck me.â He mutters as he harshly gropes your chest.
His thumb flicks over your nipple and you let out a squeak of pleasure. The last thing you wanted was for him to get an ego but fuck the way his hands feel on you is just so good. Theyâre rough and calloused and he is relentless in his movements. You almost whine when he stops playing with them, already missing his touch. He sheds his tank top, leaving him in all his muscled glory.
âLike what you see?â He asks cockily as he takes his pants off too.
âYou fucking wish.â You mutter unconvincingly. You take your nails and rake them down his chest making him moan.
âYou like a little pain donât you.â You tease, digging your nails into his skin harder.
âMaybe I do.â You yelp as he shreds your pants and underwear to shreds.
âThose were fucking expensive asshole-Fuck!â You gasp as he buries his face into your cunt. His hands locked on your thighs, moving isnât an option as he practically inhales your cunt.
âSmells so sweet, can always smell you bunny but up close is just. So much better.â You feel yourself start to melt under his rough hold. Heâs absolutely overwhelming.
âMaybe later Iâll finally get a taste but right now I think I need to put your mouth to better use.â He pulls you up onto your knees. Stroking his cock as he pushes you down. Shit heâs big but you donât even react, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
âCome on bunny, open up. Be a good girl for me.â Fuck him if he thinks heâs going to be in charge here. You smirk and take him as far down as you can.
âFuck!â He hisses, not prepared for you to do that.
âFuck slow down.â There's a hint of desperation in his voice and you feel a sense of pride. You pull back and spit on his cock. Using your hand you coat it, looking him right in the eyes as you roughly move your hand along his cock.
âI think you need a lesson too,â His eyes roll to the back of his head as you take as much of him as you can.
Choking as the tip hits the back of your throat. You are unrelenting, eating up every little desperate sound thatâs coming from his lips. Not so tough now are you Logan you think as you feel him twitching in your mouth. Heâs so damn close and its driving him wild. You feel a heavy hand bunch your ears and pull you off.
âAs much as I want to come down your throat and watch you swallow it allâŠâ He wipes some drool off your face as talks.
âI need to be inside that cunt.â Then he grabs your face and kisses you, actually kisses you. Youâre startled at first but melt into it. His lips are rough and he smells so much like tobacco and whiskey but fuck its intoxicating. Heâs big, rough, and so fucking hot.
âYouâre soaking wet bunny.â He taunts as he cups your cunt with his hands.
âI bet youâre just aching to be filled. Donât worry, I can help.â He manhandles you with his crazy strength till you're on your knees facing the mirrors.
âSee, youâre just shaking with anticipation.â He grins wickedly as he cups your face and forces you to look into the mirror.
Heâs not wrong. Heâs big and you can feel his cock nudging its way into your cunt. Youâre panting, hair a mess. His hand looks so good around your neck and he looks even more delicious. Your vision blurs as he slides himself inside of you. The air is knocked out of your lungs as you feel nothing but Logan. Head up in the fucking clouds as he gives you a moment to relax, whispering sweet words to help ground you back to earth.
âIs your dick inside of me the only way to get you to be nice?â You ask breathlessly. Logan grunts, not happy that youâre still able to speak beyond moaning his name.
âI can be nice, I can be real nice.â He slides out of you at a slow, agonizing pace before thrusting harshly back in. You claw at the mat as he sets a brutal pace. In and out. Slow and hard. Pulling desperate sounds from the depths of your throat.
âLogan please!â You beg, you need him so bad. Need to feel him, need him to rearrange your fucking guts. â
So polite, now thatâs more like it.â He leans in and kisses your neck roughly.
Claiming you as his own in his own animalistic way. He would tease you, continue to pull you apart on his cock for hours if he could. But the truth is he needed you. A deep carnal desire to render you completely fucked out. He leans back, pulling your back to his chest. He guides your hands to his arm.
âHold on bunny.â Your nails sink deep into his skin, drawing blood as he sets a brutal pace.
Pounding into you so hard you see stars. Fucking hell super human strength and stamina really is a gift. He coos in your ear when he notices you starting to slump in his arms. Your legs burned, he was reducing you to a puddle of nothing.
âYou okay pretty? Feel too good doesnât it.â You nod, words not forming in your brain anymore.
All you feel is pure bliss and Logan feels a surge of pride in being the one to do this. You catch his gaze in the mirror. His eyes filled with pure, raw lust. His face was twisted in focus, brows furrowed and mouth slightly open. His muscles were bulging with every move. You couldnât stop yourself from look. Watching as he buried his cock into you.
âI know youâre close, itâs okay. I got you bunny.â One of his hands slips down between your legs. He draws tight, harsh circles on your clit making you cry. Youâre squirming wildly, it feels too good. His fingers are too much but you donât want him to stop.
âShh, thatâs it. Just relax.â He sinks his teeth into your shoulder as you come hard.
Your legs canât stop shaking. Logan tightens his grip on you, keeping you up right as he fucks into you hard. Chasing his own release, thrusting wildly and you fucking swear he whimpers as he stills his hips deep inside. Filling you up and then some. Itâs a real shame when he pulls you, an empty feeling overtaking you. He loosens his grip and you almost face plant onto the mat.
âLogan..â You whine and he helps maneuver you to your back.
âSorry carrots, didnât mean to let you fall.â
âDonât call me carrots.â You mumble, still completely exhausted.
âOkay, whatever you say, carrots.â You huff as Logan helps you stand up.
Your clothes are completely ruined but he somehow finds some extra sets of clothes in the closet. When did he even get up? Maybe you were still a little lost.
âHey, you okay?â He cups your face gently. A slight look of worry in his face.
âAw, you do care.â You tease. He rolls his eyes but doesnât let go of you.
âI always cared.â
âHad a real shit way of showing it.â You snort and he just smiles softly.
âYeah. Guess I did.â To your embarrassment you still canât exactly walk right. Luckily Logan is right by your side. You mentally prepare yourself to tell people you hurt your leg or something when they ask why youâre limping so bad.
âI still donât know what I did to make you hate me.â You say quietly as you reach your dorm room. He sighs and gently plays with your ears. It tickles.
âI donât hate you, I never did. I just. Iâm sorry. Iâm really sorry.â He canât articulate just why he acted the way he did. He wants to, he really does but it just. Doesnât come out. There's a long history of pain and loss and while you want to know why, an apology is certainly a start.
âThank you,â He smiles softly, then realizes heâs probably overstayed his welcome. As if you two werenât fucking in the training room less than 10 minutes ago.
âDo you want to stay?â He hesitates, unsure if this is truly what you want. If this line is ready to be crossed.
âYou owe me for ruining my clothes. Just one nap.â He relents, itâs easy when youâre looking at him like that.
âOkay bunny. Just one nap.â He shuts the door behind him, crawling into bed with you.
He feels a rumble in his chest as he sinks into your bed. Youâre soft and it feels like heâs meant to be here. You fall asleep quick, body aching and practically screaming for you to sleep. Logan stays awake for a while, just okay with being here. Just one nap he tells himself.Â
Heâs lying. Itâs never going to be just one nap.
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summary: even if you knew that you and Rafe were just hooking up, hearing his friend's comments about you, while you were preparing a venue for the event, hurt more than you expected it to
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warnings: fwb (or smth like that) to lovers, mentions of sex but nothing explicit, Rafe's friends lol, swearing
a/n: soft Rafe is my weakness, I'm sorry. he's on my mind 24/7 and I literally don't know what to write
You were running around the outdoor venue with boxes full of pastry, where in a few hours there was going to be an annual celebration with lots of rich people. For some reason, Ward Cameron, who was paying for everything here, decided that your fatherâs small bakery was good enough to feed all of the kooks, so from the afternoon on, you were organizing tables to make everything look perfect.Â
The place itself looked truly magicalâdecorated with a lot of flower arrangements, lights and expensive furniture. It was located at Figure 8, so you obviously never had the opportunity to visit it before. It was Kookâs territory, and even with your familyâs bakery, which was pretty popular on the island, you were not welcome here.
Just a few minutes ago, Ward himself came to the venue with Rafe and his sonâs best friends in order to check how everything was going.Â
As soon as your eyes met Rafeâs, you both stopped for a few seconds, too shocked to see each other in a public place. What happened between you and Kook's prince was something that you had never expected to get into, yet here you were.Â
You didnât know what got into you that one night, but out of nowhere, Rafe was talking to you, smiling, looking all sexy and without his usual cockiness, so you couldnât resist him.Â
It wasnât that you even regretted your decision; it just became more weird every single time you met because he wasnât bad. Rafe Cameron wasnât an asshole, which everyone made him seem to be. He was affectionate and surprisingly soft, always checking on you while you two were together and never pressuring you to leave. You wholeheartedly had to admit that it became more than just sex after a few weeks, no matter how hard you tried to deny it.Â
You were definitely not dating, mostly because he had never asked you to, but you two were always texting about random stuff, he would even pick you up to hang out at his secret spot on the beach, or just to simply sit in his truck with lots of food and talk. Part of you hated it, but Rafe made you feel so comfortable and safe around him so you were scared to push it and ask him what was happening between you.Â
Rafeâs eyes stayed fixated on you as his father, Kelce and Topper stood near him, looking around the venue and chatting. But he could not care less about it because his entire attention was drawn to you and how adorable you looked in your pink tennis skirt and simple white polo with the bakery's logo on it.Â
He may or may not be responsible for Wardâs choice of bakery to work with, because Rafe made sure to accidentally mention it a few times, knowing that it would be a good profit for your family. Yet, seeing you here slightly took him off guard, as the first thought that appeared in his head was to go up to you, flirt and make you blush, or just simply kiss you. But he couldnât, right? At least not until he properly talked to you.Â
âDamn, sheâs hot, even for a pogue. No wonder you hit it a few times, bro. I'd do it too.â The moment words left Topperâs mouth, Rafeâs heart dropped into his stomach. Kelce snickered, fistbumping Topper, and Rafe cursed himself for running his mouth. He really considered drowning his friends in the nearest lake.Â
âShut your fucking mouth.â Rafe seethed through gritted teeth, elbowing his friend.Â
âI would appreciate you both watching your language.â Ward sighed, wincing and rubbing a hand on his beard. He looked at Rafe, who completely ignored his questioning gaze while trying to figure out how to fix it.Â
Even with you standing with your back facing them, Rafe saw that you heard it too. Your hand froze in the air, still holding a cupcake, and your shoulders sagged in disappointment and hurt.
Only a few seconds later, you came back to your senses. Your back straightened, you finished decorating the table and you put empty boxes in the trash can. You turned around, showing the fakest smile Rafe had ever seen on your face. Your nails digged in your palm to control yourself, and you stepped closer to the four of them.Â
âMr. Cameron, thank you for working with our bakery. It really means a lot for my family. I did everything and now the event manager should carry on. I, um, should go. I have a lot of stuff to do. Have a great night.â Your eyes were glossy, with tears clearly visible on your waterline. As you awkwardly and in a rush thanked Ward, you didnât even look at Rafe or either of his friends, knowing damn well that it would break you.Â
You didnât even wait for Wardâs response before storming off, trying to get as far away from these people as possible. Your chest felt too heavy, and the lump in your throat was so hard that you could barely speak. But you didnât even walk a few feet away before a familiar hand wrapped around your wrist and made you turn around.Â
âWhat do you want from me?â You snapped at Rafe, trying to yank your hand out of his grip. âDonât touch me, Rafe.â
âThis is not what you think it is.â He said, searching for your eyes. His brows were knit together, and his eyes were big and round, almost in fear.Â
âOh no? Isnât it what I am to you? Just a hit. Just another one on your long list. Why are you bothering to explain anything to me anyway?â You laughed, barely able to hold back your tears. As if it were not enough that you cried in front of Rafe, neither his friends nor his father seemed to mind their own business, obviously listening to your conversation.Â
âNo. You know that it was more for me, Y/N. Iâm serious about you, okay? Topper just cannot filter his fucking mouth.âÂ
âStop doing it, Rafe!â You broke, not bothering to hide anymore. âStop playing with my feelings when you know damn well that you wonât have anything serious with me. Iâm not rich, Iâm not a kook and Iâm not like the prefect girls you usually hang out with. I get it, okay?â You yanked your hand out of his hold, not missing the way Rafe tried to catch it back. Wiping away hot and angry tears with the back of your hand, you look him right in the eyes. âI just wish you didn't give me hope in the first place, because I feel so fucking stupid.âÂ
âYouâre not stupid, Y/N. I donât care about your money or your status, for that matter. I want you and I mean it. Just let me explainââ
"This is why you would not even speak to me in front of anyone, right? This is why we were always sneaking around. Because you want me, not because youâre too good to be around me.â You confronted him, not even caring who could hear or see you. From the position where you were standing, you saw a bunch of young waitresses standing not so far away, pretending to work on the table but eyeing you and Rafe every second.
âIâm an asshole. I know it. I know that I didnât put the label on us and that I fucked up, not doing the right thing.â He stepped closer to you, not breaking eye contact to show that he was sincere. "When Topper and Kelce saw me with you, I panicked and said the only thing that made sense: we were just hooking up. I didnât want it to be that way, fuckâŠâ Rafe screched the back of his neck in agitation.
âYou should go back and stop embarrassing yourself talking with a pogue. I bet your friends found it entertaining. How much did you tell them, hm? Did you share every single detail of what we were doing?â Your voice broke at the end.
âI didnât tell them anything!â
âWell, I donât believe you, Rafe!â You sniffed, looking away to distract yourself from the look in Rafeâs eyes. His blue eyes were round, full of concern and it seemed like he was almost panicking. "I understand how guys like you talk about women, but I guess I was stupid enough to believe you would not do that to me. So yeah, you got what you wanted from me and now you can go back toââ
You were rumbling one moment, and the next, two hands pressed on your cheeks, tilting your head up, and Rafe's lips were on yours. You gasped, hands freezing in the air in shock, before slowly moving to Rafeâs shirt to tug on it.Â
He didnât rush; he just firmly yet gently held you against him while his tongue slipped into your mouth, savoiring every second. Itâs been just two days since you last seen each other, but God, you missed kissing him. Even if you wanted to move away, you couldnât. Rafe's palms were on your face, guiding you, while his kiss made your head feel empty and light. He smelled and tasted so good and you hated how quickly you got used to the feeling of his touch on your skin.Â
âEveryone can see us.â You mumbled into his mouth.Â
âI donât fucking care, Y/N.â He furrowed, still feeling the wetness on your cheeks from crying. With his thumbs gently rubbing your soft skin, he gave you a few quick kisses before continuing. "I swear, all I said to them was that we just hooked up, because it is what it was at that moment. I wouldnât have shared anything intimate about you, baby. Please believe me when I say this.â Rafe sighed, resting his forehead on yours. His nose bumped against yourâsomething that he started doing when you were alone in the bed, laying face to face and just looking at each other. "I am sorry I made you feel like you were just sex for me, because you weren't. Spending time with you was the best fucking time of my day, and whatever that was between us, I donât want it to end.â
âMe neitherâŠâ You whispered, feeling warmth rushing through your body when Rafe wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you even closer into him. He placed a kiss on the top of your head and then you felt him turning around, seemingly studying people around you.
âSince everyone saw us today, do you think I can take you away with me right now?âÂ
âTake me away? But you have an event in a few hours, and I have to work.â
âNo, now we have an event and we have to find you a dress. Iâll handle your work and find someone who can deliver your orders.â Your head snapped up, only to see a proud grin on Rafe's face.
âYouâre joking, right?â You pulled away, laughing. âI donât have such clothes nor do I have money to buy them, and I definitely wasnât invited.âÂ
âThatâs why Iâm taking you to the store now. And since you are my girl now, youâll be my plus one.â He just shrugged, probably unaware that he had just filled your stomach with freaking butterflies.Â
âIâm your girl?âÂ
Rafe silently looked you in the eyes for a few seconds, and it seemed like he was trying to reassure himself about something. His eyes then shifted to your lips, as he dragged you back to his body, lowering himself to mumble against your mouth. âYeah, you are my girl.â
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Iâve always been a pretty good liar. As an adult Iâve come to a moral place in which I donât use that skill set unless it will explicitly benefit someone. But when I was a kid all bets were off.
I think tiny child me was doing their little autistic best but recognized that some situations would be best navigated by lying as telling the truth never netted positive results. Whether it was because my needs often went unmet or ignored, or because I didnât see any reason not to lie if it would be more favorable, Iâm not sure.
This is the story of my proudest lie. The best lie I ever did. A lie that looking back I still go, damn, I was eight.
Our story begins in second grade. I was eight. My school was having a book fair and I spent my small stipend on Gulliverâs Travels. No idea why. Lacking further funds I wandered the fair and came upon the greatest sight known to man. Frog erasers. They were so cute and I was extremely into animals of all kinds.
The whimsy. Who could have known they made erasers in such wonderful shapes? I mourned that Iâd spent my money already, and played quietly with the little frogs in their bin. Thatâs when I was approached by a few other kids from my class.
I didnât know most of them very well, but enough that it was civil when they asked me, âAre you going to buy those frogs?â
âIâd like to,â I admitted, âbut I spent all my money.â
âWhy donât you steal them?â
âI thought about that, but I donât have pockets.â Indeed, stealing had crossed my mind but it had been a brief temptation. I wasnât even scandalized that the other girls suggested it.
âCaitlin has pockets,â the leader of the pack said. And indeed, Caitlin in her purple overalls did have pocket space for two frogs. So Caitlin and I became partners. My role in the escapade was just... wanting frogs and walking out with her. We stole two frogs, a yellow and a purple, and united by the misdeed we played together with them at recess despite not really being friendly prior.
After lunch I was called from class to the library. The principal herself was there waiting for me. She had a somber air, almost mournful that she needed to punish me. It was self evident to me that I was here for frog crimes. Caitlin had cracked and taken the fastest route to forgiveness- snitching on an accomplice. Despite the fact that my role was just: wanted frogs, I knew I was going to be in trouble.
Now, I could have told the truth. Pulled a Caitlin and ratted on the girl who told us to steal them. But clearly Iâd still be in trouble for having gone along with the morally bereft plan. I was mad at Caitlin for telling but not enough to foist the onus back into her.
âDo you know why youâre here?â The principal asked kindly.
âIs it about the frogs?â
âYes, Caitlin told us you stole the frogs.â
I quivered my lip and drew myself up indignantly. âI didnât steal them!â
She blinked at my vehemence but since I looked near tears she carefully asked, âWhat happened?â
âI really wanted the frogs, but I didnât have any money. So I asked the librarian if I could take them and bring the money tomorrow! But she was really busy and lots of people were talking to her, and she said yes! But maybe she was saying yes to someone else? And I thought it was to me but Caitlin didnât, but I was going to bring money tomorrow!â
The principal. Was flummoxed. This was a situation in which I clearly thought Iâd done no wrong, in which she couldnât prove I had done anything wrong, and which the librarian would almost certainly not be able to weigh in. She regarded me not with suspicion but rather vaguely confused as to how to handle me.
I got off with a slight warning that I should pay for things before taking them, despite not having been the one to take things in the first place, and the frogs were confiscated.
I was vaguely worried theyâd call my parents but years later when I admitted the story to my mom as an adult she laughed herself sick and said sheâd never gotten a call.
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Spice up your life, come get a freak! âč àŁȘ Ë
warnings (18+): MDNI. explicit sexual content, sexual fantasies (riding, doggy style, cock warming, masturbation (m), grinding), boss x worker, blowjob, strong language, mature themes, etc.
characters: SUGURU, TOJI, KENTO, SUKUNA, WRIOTHESLEY, AL HAITHAM, CAPITANO, DOTTORE, ( your choice )
Your boss who always frown and only smillin or nodding when itâs necessaryâusually only for the higher-ups and stuff
Heâs grumpy and quick to scold anyone who slips up or doesnât meet his expectations.
But you? youâre different..
You do every instructions given to you, sometimes even going above and beyond...
like...
"Should've expected that you'd be good at everything."
He says, smirking as he watches you work your pretty lips around his thick cock. His hand tugs at your hair, guiding you as he groans, feeling the heat of your mouth.
The way you looked up at him with those eyes that were half-lidded and full of desire.. it just makes him feel excited.
Itâs funny how he imagined (quite a lot) bending you over his desk with that tight pencil skirt of yours barely keeping your curves as he takes you from behind.
He knows it well that itâs not just him whoâs thought about it.
I mean who would NOT think about it?
You literally would always show up at the office looking so hot with those files on your left arm, your makeup that would often match your clothes of long sleeve tops and that pencil skirts of yours thatâhe can't stop beating his shit toâjust look too perfect for you.
It's like youâve got a whole wardrobe full of those skirts... not like he's complaning tho...
And those stockings of yours..? DAMN.
They make you look even sexier, hell it would always be having people turn their heads everytime you walk by.
Itâs utterly hard for him to ignore the way that bulge in his pants grows whenever youâre near.
Especially when you would bend over to pick up those papers you accidentally droppedâthe papers he made fall on purpose just to get a better view of that fucking hips of yours.
Surely the other guys in the office had once imagine you on your knees under their desks.. relieving their stress while pretending to focus on their work.
Maybe it's not just him who has fantasies about you riding their cock.. your body trembling with every movement as you grind down on it.
They would always imagine you trying to stay still while heâs buried deep inside feeling you clench around him in the process...
Heâd slap that perfect ass of yours if you move too much.
In public, you may look like the epitome of innocence... but there's a side in you that nobody ever saw.
Everyone may think you're that cutesy, sweet, and demure female..
but in private? you're anything but that.
Youâre good at keeping that face while being a total freak in the sheets, and thatâs what really drives him fucking crazy.
Oh, he was sure you're the spice he needed.
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Melon!AU Part 2
If it had been anyone but Cass to suggest it, Bruce is certain that both Damian and Tim would have responded with an immediate and vehement, Are you insane?!
But it is Cass. It's Cass, so Damian makes a choked sound and bites out, âHelp. The Pit Demon?â
Similarly, Tim chokes out, âI don't know about that one, Black Bat. I mean- it's- it looks-â
âJudging books?â Cass asks through comms, a gentle disapproval in her tone that rivals Alfredâs in effectiveness. Bruce himself feels a little cowed by it.
Diplomacy had not, after all, been on his mind before his daughter spoke up.
He should know better than to make assumptions, especially if she's right and the creature isn't as hostile as it seems.
That's still a very big if.
âCommissioner,â Bruce says lowly, turning his head. Gordon is lingering near the roof access stairway, having come up to brief them but seeming reluctant to even look down on the creature in the alley. âHave there been any casualties? Injuries?â
Jim falters, uncharacteristically rattled. Bruce can't blame him - there's a low level dread and an unsettling feeling just being in the same vicinity as the creature, and that's as a seasoned vigilante. Someone who faces death down regularly.
âUh. No. No, it uh- it took some swipes at people who got too close, but it didn't connect. We backed off pretty fast and called you as soon as possible.â
Bruce blinks. âNot even any blood drawn?â
Gordon shakes his head. âDamn miracle. The thing is fast and those claws are vicious.â
He hears Cass hum into the comms, and he understands exactly why.
The thing in the alley is built to do damage. He has his doubts it was any kind of miracle that made it âmissâ any of the swipes it took.
Trying to scare them off indeed.
âBlack Bat. What exactly are you reading off the creature?â
âLooking for exits. Desperate. Overwhelmed.â
Bruce hums. âBeing cornered and desperate will make anyone or anything dangerous. We need to proceed carefully here. Even if it doesn't want to hurt anyone, that doesn't mean it won't if it thinks it has no other-â
The shadow that is Cass shifts in his periphery, and he looks up to the opposite roof just in time to bark, âDo not-!â as Cass steps off the roof and flips down into the alley.
Why are his kids so determined to give him a stroke?
Dick vaults up over the edge of the roof to join he and Tim, saying, âI'm here, what's-â
He cuts off and claps his hands over his ears with everyone else when the creature shrieks at Black Bat's unexpected arrival.
âBlack Bat,â Bruce grits out, heart in his throat as he peers over the edge with ringing ears. âRetreat back to the rooftops now.â
One tap to the comm. No.
Bruce grits his teeth, fighting not to show his anxiety. It's not like Cass to refuse orders. Hell, he can't remember her ever disobeying an order in the field so blatantly.
The low warning noise the creature is making now is almost as bad as the shriek. Something about it sets off every alarm bell in his brain, like it was never meant to be heard by human ears. Almost a growl, almost a moan, something celestial and unfathomable.
Cass doesn't back up or get any closer. She raises a hand slowly in a little wave and says, âHello.â
If it were possible to startle a fax machine, it would probably sound like the creature does as it jerks and snaps its mouth shut in surprise, lamplight eyes going huge and round.
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so scarlet it was, maroon | chapter one
â§ââș pairing â satoru gojou x journalist!reader
â§ââș chapter summary â you get the chance to meet the infamous gojou satoru while working on your journalism project at suzuka circuit. what could you possibly want from him?
â§ââș word count â 6.3k
â§ââș warnings â nsfw (minors dni), age gap, alcohol use, mature themes, mentions of cheating, substance abuse, themes of marriage and divorce
â§ââș notes â hello everyone! i asked you awhile ago on a poll which series you would like to see after cursed seas and f1 gojo won the poll and then i posted the masterlist and everyone wants it so you get it now. so here it is. and NO its not happy NEVER expect happiness from me because im allergic to it. also the reader being nosy af is inspired by me and my parents telling me i should be a journalist with how nosy i am.
series masterlist // pinterest moodboard // general masterlist
next chap. the husband and his wife
You moved to Tokyo with your family when you were younger.
You grew up in a rural part of the country, surrounded by farmers and people either ready to retire or nearing the end of their lives. Your parents hated living there, and so did youâfor one, there were hardly any kids to play with, and two, as your father would say, "too many old fuckers lying around."
When you moved to Tokyo, your family decided to celebrate by taking you to a Formula 1 race. Your dad thought it would be perfect for the two of you since fixing up old cars had always been your daddy-daughter activity.
You didnât like the idea of racing at firstâthe noise was too loud, and the idea of people speeding toward a black-and-white checkered line seemed ridiculous. But the moment you heard the roar of the engines and watched the lights go from red to green, you were captivated, a fascination that would stay with you for years.
When you got your first computer, you began looking up videos of F1 drivers. One day, you stumbled across a video titled âThe Biggest F1 Scandals in History,â and that was when you decided you wanted to go into journalism.
You were nosy, to say the least. So, it was no surprise to your parents when you announced to them that you wanted to pursue journalism as a career. Your father reminded you how youâd always been curious, listening in on othersâ conversations and keeping up with the latest school drama.
When you applied for journalism school, you were accepted into one of the top programs in the worldâSophia University. Your parents were proud that youâd made it into such a highly ranked school for journalism in Japan.
You were now in your fourth and final year at Sophia, and enjoying your journalism class. Recently, your professor assigned a project: write a story about a major pop culture figure of your choice, and for extra credit, get an interview with them. Your professor knew it was damn near impossible, but he was always optimistic that one day, someone would get that interview and he could retire in peace.
That project led you here: Suzuka Circuit, Japan's main Formula 1 track. Your chosen figure was none other than Gojou SatoruâF1's biggest driver in recent years. He was your father's favorite among the new-generation drivers, known for his string of controversies since he started on top of the persistent rumors of his heavy drug use before races.
You had managed to snag a media passs from your professor when you mentioned doing an F1 driver for your project. He was able to pull some strings to get you into the media booth, getting you a closer look at Gojou Satoru in person.
You watched the pre-race preparations closely from the media booth, your fingers hovered above your notepad as you waited for the race to start. You were determined to get a good grade on this project, and that meant adding every single detail to your report about this race.
It was about time for the drivers to gather in their garages, each wearing headsets and ready for the pre-race briefing. The briefing typically covers the race start, various pit stop scenarios, and a detailed weather report. Before each race weekend, they usually spend time in a simulator of the track they'll be racing on, preparing them for the upcoming race.
After about thirty-minutes the racers came out of their garages in their respective cars. They each line up based on the results of a quaifying session that takes place before the race, slowest qualifier in the back, fastest in the front. Gojou Satoru was at the front of the grid, which meant he was one of the qualifiers who had the fastest time.
You waited around for a little while longer turning your attention to what was happening around you. Eventually, you made your way back to the front of the media booth as the race started, ready to report.
The engines revved as each driver began preparing for the start of the race, each car vibrating on the starting grid like a beast straining at its chains. Gojou sat at the front of the lineup, his hands loose on the wheel, fingers tapping in a steady rhythm as he waited for the lights to turn green.
The roar from the grandstands faded, becoming a blur of sound as the lights ticked down: red, red, red, red⊠green.
He slammed the throttle, feeling the raw force of the carâs engine kick him back into his seat as he tore down the straight. Other cars jostled for position behind him, all fighting to claim the inside line into the first turn.
Through his earpiece, he heard the voice of his race engineer, Shokou, calm as ever. âClear on turn two, youâve got five-tenths on Hayashi. Stay tight.â
But Gojou barley heard her. The car was an extension of him, responding to his every thought, every split-second decision. He pushed down the straights, his right foot heavy on the accelerator, taking corners at speeds most drivers wouldnât dare attempt. The sound of his tires skidding against the asphalt, the blur of the track side barriers, the lights of Tokyo reflecting off his mirrorsâit all blended into a single, perfect rush.
Gojou could see the next turn ahead, a tight chicane that could send the best drivers into the barriers if they weren't careful. He braked hard, turning the wheel with perfect precision to angle the car through. He could feel the back end wobbling, but he didn't flinch, drifting perfectly as he swung back onto the racing line, gaining another second on the pack.
He could almost hear the collective gasp of the crowd in his head as he slipped through the chicane. This was his playground. Every race was a chance to remind the world why he was the best.
âComing up on a DRS zone,â Shokoâs voice crackled in his ear, grounding him, though he was already on it
He waited for the perfect moment, watching the rear-view mirror to see the faint outline of Hayashi's car. He pressed the DRS, and his car shot forward, the drag reduction giving him a temporary speed boost that had him pulling away, putting him in the lead.
The track opened up ahead, the second sector full of wide, sweeping turns. Here was where raw speed mattered more than anything. Gojou pressed down hard on the accelerator, the engine roaring in response. He leaned forward, watching the track fly by, the white lines blurring as he focused entirely on the road ahead.
For a second, the sound in his earpiece went dead, the faint sound of static filling his ears. Then Shokou was back. âYouâve got Yoshida closing in on your tail. Heâs pushing hard.â
Gojou glanced up at the mirrors, his eyes catching the bright blue and orange of Yoshida's car looming larger. The familiar thrill sparked in him. So, Yoshida thought he had a chance, did he? Well, heâd show him otherwise.
âCopy,â he muttered into his mic, eyes narrowing as he took the next corner, barley touching the brakes. He felt the tires skid but he managed to control the drift, knowing any slip would open the door for Yoshida to slip past.
He whipped into another straight, his hands steady on the wheel as he hit a top speed.
His foot didnât so much as twitch as the engineâs roar morphed into a high-pitched scream as the car closed the distance.
The curve ahead was brutalâa tight 90-degree bend that demanded precise timing.
In a split-second decision, he did something no one expected. He braked late, his heart pounding as he cut the turn at a speed that sent the back end skidding. The tires gripped just in time, allowing him to pull out of the corner without losing traction. He could almost feel the shock reverberating as he regained control, his lead still intact.
As the laps wore on, his body moved on instinct, every gear shift, every turn becoming a single, fluid motion. One lap. Two. Three, with two pit stops between. He counted them off one by one, his mind buzzing with the pure rush of speed and the heat inside the car, barely noticing the time passing. The crowd faded into nothing, the world shrinking down to the track and his car.
The final lap. This was it.
âBox this lap if youâre in trouble,â Shokouâs voice crackled again. âTire degradation is high.â
But Gojouâs grip on the steering wheel only tightened. His front tires were holding outâbarely. It would be tight, but he could make it. Heâd run this last lap on sheer determination alone if he had to.
âNegative, Shokou. Iâm taking it,â he replied, and then turned off the earpiece, tuning out everything except the track and the car in front of him.
He launched into the final lap, throwing caution to the wind. Yoshida was right on his tail now, close enough that he could see the gleam of his headlights in the mirrors. But Gojou didnât back down. He took each turn aggressively, blocking Yoshida's attempts to pass, forcing him to fall back every time.
The last chicane loomed ahead, his final obstacle before the finish line. He tightened his grip, the wheel trembling under his hands. He took the chicane fast, too fast, almost feeling the wheels lift off the ground as he flew out of the turn. The car rocked, but he held steady, pushing the pedal to the floor.
The finish line was in sight, a faint white line at the end of the straight, and with one last push, he crossed it, the checkered flag waving in his periphery as he tore past.
It was only after heâd crossed over the line that the realization hit himâheâd won.
The cheers erupted in the stands, the roar of the crowd filling his ears as he slowed down, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. He could hear Shokoâs voice crackling back in as she shouted, âYou pulled it off, you insane bastard.â
Gojou grinned, leaning back in his seat, still buzzing. Heâd done it again, just as he always did.
The moment he climbed out of the cockpit, Gojou was surrounded by his team. Shokou was the first to reach him, her usually composed face split by a wide grin. She grabbed his helmet and thumped him on the shoulder hard enough so he actually felt it though the layers of his suit.
âYou reckless son of aââ
âLanguage, Shokou,â Gojou interrupted, grinning as he yanked off his gloves, waving to the rest of the Tokyo Jujutsu Racing team that swarmed him.
âDo you know what itâs like to watch you pull stunts like that? Iâm gonna need a raise after todayâs heart attack,â she muttered.
âOh, come on, Shokou. That was just a little fun.â He stretched his arms over his head. âWhereâs my confetti?â
âComing right up, your royal highness." Someone handed him a bottle of champagne, still cold and slick, and he twisted the cap, spraying a wild arc of foam that showered his team and nearby fans.
His PR manager, Nanami, clapped him on the back. âYouâre insufferable."
âThatâs what Iâm here for,â he said, lifting the champagne bottle in a mock toast, flashing him a grin. The mediaâs cameras clicked and flashed, capturing every moment as his crew continued their congratulations.
The crowd pressed close against the barriers, shouting his name, waving homemade banners with scribbled slogans and his number embellished with the colors red and black. He walked closer, one arm raised, acknowledging the fans, letting their cheers fill him up, louder and louder with every step.
But as he continued walking, his gaze caught on somethingâor rather, someoneâjust beyond the crowd.
At first it was just a hint curiosity, the way your gaze was fixed on him. A bit removed from the chaos, you leaned against one of the barriers with a media pass hanging around your neck, arms folded as you watched from a distance.
Gojou slightly narrowed his eyes, holding your gaze longer than he'd held any fan's tonight, as if he was daring you to look away first.
âWhat the hell is that about?â he muttered under his breath, gaze moving back to Shokou for half a second.
âHm?â Shokou followed his gaze, but her eyes slid right past you, uninterested. âPress. Youâll get used to it. Come on, theyâre all waiting.â
He forced himself to break the stare, clearing his throat as Shokou ushered him toward the media pen, where a lineup of journalists waited, all armed with recorders, microphones, and notebooks.
He fielded the usual questionsâhow did it feel to win, what was his mindset, what was he thinking on that last turn? His answers were always the same practiced ones, words sliding out like clockwork.
âWell, Mr. Gojou, what would you say to those who believe your racing style is a little⊠aggressive?â one journalist asked, a little smirk on her face as if she thought she was catching him off guard.
He snorted. âThey can call it what they want. I call it winning.â He shrugged. âI donât come out here to play it safe.â
A few reporters laughed at his remark, clearly interested in what else he had to say as a fresh wave of questions started.
Somewhere behind the flashing lights, he saw you again, lingering a few feet behind the crowd of reporters with that calm gaze fixed on him. You didnât raise a recorder or a camera, didnât even make an effort to push closer for a question. You just⊠watched.
It was disconcerting.
âGojou!â Another journalist waved a microphone his face, snapping his attention back to the current situation. âWhatâs the next step for you this season?â
He forced a smile, eyes briefly looking back to you before he focused on the question. âThe same as always,â he said. âPush harder, get faster, and give everyone something to talk about.â
The crowd laughed again, though, he barely heard them, too focused on the strange woman staring right into his soul. The two of you locked eyes and you have him a small nod, as if acknowledging that you were in fact staring into his soul.
âWell, I think thatâs enough,â Shokou said suddenly at his elbow, pulling him out of his thoughts. âTheyâll have plenty of time to hound you later.â
âYeah, yeah,â he murmured, though he let her guide him away. Still, he couldnât help glancing back over his shoulder, hoping to catch one last glimpse of you.
But you were already gone.
Gojou slipped away from the crowd, weaving through the bustling garage and dodging the congratulatory slaps on his back, the endless rounds of handshakes, and the celebratory shouts. He ducked past a few journalists, ignoring the barrage of questions still hurled his way, his smile slipping as he finally found the door to the bathroom.
Inside, the cool, sterile silence was jarring compared to the noise outside, but he let out a sigh of relief, his heart hammering in his chest. He clicked the lock and leaned against the sink, running his hands over his face, staring at his own reflection in the mirror.
The victory high had worn off, leaving behind a familiar pressure he could not cope with. It settled on his shoulders like an old, unwelcome friend.
He hadn't realized how much tension he was carrying in his shoulders, how deeply it would itself into him when he was alone. The race had been perfect, his win flawless, but he could feel the exhaustion radiating off of him, a pulsing throb being his eyes. He clenched his jaw, glaring at himself in the mirror.
âPull yourself together,â he muttered, his voice barely audible.
But his words fell flat, swallowed up by the silence. In the mirror, his own eyes stared back at him, tired, almost hollow.
He reached into the pocket of his racing suit, fingers brushing over the small, familiar packet hidden in the inner lining. It was a stupid habit, a reckless one really, but it was one he hadn't been able to shake, no matter how many times he tried to quit. He could practically feel the temporary relief in the palm of his hand.
He closed his eyes, running his thumb along the edge of the packet before pulling it out, setting it on the counter next to the sink. He ripped it open tapping a small line onto the smooth counter top. It was like his fingers had a mind of their own, as if it was part of his routine of suiting up or gripping the wheel.
The powder glinted under the bathroomâs harsh fluorescent lights, almost mocking him with its simplicity. Just a quick escape, just enough to take the edge off. Thatâs all he needed.
He leaned down, closing one nostril and inhaling sharply, feeling the sting as the powder hit his nose. He straightened his back, blinking hard, the world around him sharpening as his mind cleared. A small, humorless smile tugged at his lips.
He leaned back against the sink, tilting his head up to stare at the ceiling, feeling his heartbeat slow, the tension in his muscles fading away.
But it didnât take long for the guilt to creep back in, that hollow feeling settling in his chest, a reminder that this wasn't the answer. He knew it. He knew exactly what he was doing to himself, how he was destroying his body from the inside out, how it could all come crashing down. And yet⊠here he was.
âFucking pathetic,â he muttered to himself, his voice echoing against the tiles.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, jolting him back to reality.
âGojou? You in there?â It was Shokou. âTheyâre waiting for you out here.â
He stuffed the empty packet back into his pocket, brushed the last of the substance off of the sink, and glanced in the mirror one last time to check his reflection, making sure there was no trace left of his momentary escape.
Taking a deep breath, he squared his shoulders, forced a smirk, and unlocked the door.
Shokou was standing there, arms crossed, her gaze scrutinizing as he stepped out. She didnât say anything, but her judgmental eye lingered over him for a split second too long.
âYou good?â
âNever better."
âRight,â she said, clearly unconvinced, but she dropped it, gesturing for him to follow her.
As the celebrations continued, Gojou weaved his way through fans and team-members alike who were still wrapped up in their post-race celebrations. He scanned the crowd, hoping to find the strange woman from earlier who he noticed had a press pass, thinking you would be here.
And then he saw you, leaning against a stack of crates near the garages, observing the current scene with the same judgmental eyes that Shokou had. The media badge hung from your neck, swaying slightly as you shifted your weight, pulling out a notebook and flipping through it, seemingly absorbed in what you were currently doing.
He cleared his throat as he approached, the echo of his footsteps giving his presence away.
You looked up, your brow raised as he came closer, a hint of intrigue flashing in your eyes.
âLooking for something?â you asked, not moving as he stopped in front of you.
âYou could say that,â he replied, slipping his hands into his pockets, his gaze darted to the notebook in your hands. âI couldnât help but notice you earlier, off in the shadows. Didnât feel like joining the crowd?â
âNot my style.â You shrugged. âIâm not here to cheer. Iâm here to report.â
âJournalist, huh?â he drawled, tilting his head. âWhatâs your angle?â
âThe truth,â you said, a little smile pulling at your lips as you studied him. âNot everyoneâs a fan of that, I know.â
âDepends on what you call the truth. But Iâve got a feeling youâve already got your version.â
"How perceptive. Iâm doing a piece on your racing career, your achievements, but⊠the public wants a fuller picture, donât you think?
âNot sure I follow. Everyone knows what they need to know.â
âNot quite,â you replied, flipping through your notebook. âThereâs more than just racing stats when it comes to Gojou Satoru, isnât there?â
âCare to elaborate?â
âPeople say youâre⊠unraveling. Your recent âquestionable decisionsâ are starting to paint a different picture, donât you think?â you said, tapping your pen against your notebook. âThe accidents, the fines, the constant change in pit crewsââ
âIs this some kind of witch hunt?â he interrupted. âBecause Iâd hate to disappoint you, princess, but Iâve heard it all.â
âMaybe so.â You leaned in a bit, meeting his stare. âBut what about the whispers that arenât out yet? The suspicions about you cheating the drug tests, your team shielding youââ You paused. âThereâs a lot of money on your success, Mr. Gojou.â
âMoney and racing have always gone hand-in-hand, donât you think? Youâd have a hard time finding someone out here who hasnât bent a rule or two.â
âTrue enough.â You titled your head slightly. âBut even the most golden careers have a way of losing their shine.â
"Tell meâdo you enjoy tearing people down for a living?â
âOnly if itâs warranted,â you replied unfazed. âPeople arenât interested in perfect stories. They want the flaws, the dirt. It makes it all more real. At least that's what my professor believes."
âYouâve got a wicked mind, Iâll give you that. But I hope you realize youâre not the first to come sniffing around for the âreal storyâ.â
A pregnant pause settles between you before you asked, âAnd what about her?â
A beat passed before he answered. âWho?â
âYour wife. Sheâs been⊠noticeably absent from the press circuits. And rumor has it things arenât exactly picture-perfect between you two.â
âRumor has it,â he repeated. âGuess you know how it is in this business. Thereâs always some rumor or another.â
âSo itâs just a rumor, then? All the time apart, the missed events, her name suddenly missing from every headline. Youâre saying thereâs nothing to it?â
âPeople are eager to make stories out of nothing. My private life is just thatâprivate.â
âThatâs interesting,â you murmured, not looking away. âBecause the most recent stories about you and herâtheyâre awfully detailed. People are noticing, wondering why sheâs suddenly⊠disappeared from the scene.â
âLet them wonder. Like I said, people will talk. And it seems like youâre more interested in gossip than journalism.â
You raised an eyebrow. âJournalism is about uncovering the truth,â you countered. âBut it seems like youâre more comfortable brushing things under the rug than addressing them.â
His smile returned, his carefully crafted facade sliding back into place as he straightened up, glancing away from you, clearly bored of the conversation. "Maybe someday you'll get the truth you're so desperate for, but it's not going to be today."
Before he walked away completely, he gave you one last look, his tone playful but laced with a hint of warning. âBe careful what you dig up, princess. Sometimes the truthâs more trouble than itâs worth.â
And with that, he turned his back to you, disappearing into the crowd.
Gojou returned home after the long night of celebrations had died down, the adrenaline from the race long gone, now replaced by a gnawing emptiness that felt like it might hollow him out. His penthouse was in the hear of Tokyoâa sleek, modern apartment with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the neon-drenched skyline.
As he opened the door, the soft him of the city below was drowned out by the sound of footsteps, His wife, Hana, appeared from the hallway, her arms crossed tightly across her chest, her eyes narrowed. She was dressed in a sleek black outfit, her dark hair pulled back, a looking a frustration etched onto her face.
âYouâre late."
âDidnât realize I was on a curfew,â he replied, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto a nearby chair.
âDonât act like that.â Her eyes flashed as she followed him into the living room. âYou missed the dinner with my parents again. Theyâve been asking about you, wondering why youâre never around.â
âHana, I just won a race,â he replied, exasperated. âSorry if I wasnât in the mood to play the doting son-in-law tonight.â
She scoffed, crossing her arms tighter. âOf course, itâs always about the race with you. Everything is about that damn career, isnât it?â
âYou knew what you were signing up for when you married me.â
âMaybe I didnât know it would mean you disappearing for days, weeks sometimes, chasing whatever thrill you think you need to feel alive.â
âWhatâs your point, Hana? Weâve had this argument a hundred times.â
âThe point is, Satoru,â she said, voice trembling with anger, âthat you seem to care more about everything else than this marriage. Iâm just a fixture in your life, something you come back to whenever you need to check a box or show face. But youâre never really here.â
He let out a harsh laugh, the bitter sound filling the apartment. "Here we go again. Hana, itâs not like youâve been some shining example of commitment either. Youâve known what this is for months.â
âWhat this is?â Her voice rose, cracking slightly as she repeated his words. âWhat exactly is âthis,â Satoru? A sham? A partnership for appearances? I thought you loved meâŠ"
âI canât keep doing this,â she continued softly, her voice breaking. âThe lying, the pretending. Itâs exhausting.â
âSo what do you want me to say, Hana? That Iâm some perfect husband?â He gestured to himself, shaking his head with a smirk that looked almost pained. âWeâre both guilty here. Letâs not act like this hasnât been a slow-motion train wreck.â
âFine. But do me a favorâat least act like you care when people ask. Because every time I hear some story about you, another scandal or rumor, itâs like a slap in the face. My family, my friendsâeveryoneâs talking. They see the headlines too.â
âFine. But do me a favorâat least act like you care when people ask. Because every time I hear some story about you, another scandal or rumor, itâs like a slap in the face. My family, my friendsâeveryoneâs talking. They see the headlines too.â
âWhat do you want from me, Hana?â he asked quietly, the fight suddenly draining out of him. âYou want me to pretend Iâm someone Iâm not?â
âI want⊠I wanted the man I married. The one who cared, who had dreams."
âThen maybe,â he said finally, his voice almost a whisper, âitâs time to stop pretending.â
As Gojou stood there running a hand through his hair. Hana paused, her expression shifting from something resigned to something wounded.
âAnd thereâs one more thing."
He looked at her, brow furrowing. âFucking Christ Hana, what now?â
âDo you think Iâm stupid, Satoru?â she asked, folding her arms tightly across her chest. âI know whatâs out there. The rumors. The whispers about who youâre with when youâre not here. Or maybe you think I donât hear them.â
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. âHana, theyâre just rumors. You know how the press isâtheyâll twist anything for a story.â
âTwist what, exactly? Why do they have something to twist in the first place?â
âThey donât have anything. Itâs just the media looking for something to make people read. Speculation sells.â
âRight. Speculation. But funny how itâs always about you, always linked to another woman.â
âThatâs because Iâm under a microscope. People love to create scandals, especially with someone like me. And you know that better than anyone.â
âItâs not just them, Satoru. People talk, and itâs not just baseless gossip. Iâm not naive. I hear things from people close to you, people who actually know you.â
âYou really believe them? You think Iâm out there, risking everything for someââ He stopped himself, biting his tongue.
âDo I? I donât even know my own husband anymore. Maybe I should ask them. Or maybe I should ask you directly, Satoru. Are you seeing someone?â
âWhy are we even doing this?â
âBecause I want the truth. Just once. I deserve that much, donât I?â
âBelieve what you want, Hana. I donât have anything else to say.â
âThen maybe thatâs all I need to know.â
Gojou stormed out of his apartment, his hands clenching and unclenching as he tried to shake off his frustration. He'd had enough for one night. His heart was pounding and the last thing he wanted was to be alone with his thoughts. He needed to get out, to drown the anger with something that could at least help him forget.
The bar he found was tucked away down a dim side street in Shibuya. It wasn't anything fancyâa dark cry from the glitzy nightlife he was used toâbut it was dark and quiet which was exactly what he needed. He slid onto a bar stool and motioned for a drink, not bothering to pay attention to what the bartender poured.
He sipped his drink in silence, trying to tune out the night and all the noise in his head. The alcohol burned down his throat, but it was a welcome distraction that numbed his anger and frustration. He was almost on his third drink when he noticed someone sitting in the corner of the room, hunched over a notebook, tapping her pen against her cheek in thought.
She's cute, he thought to himself. He squinted trying to get a better look at the young woman, and he immediately recognized, it was you.
Of all the places he'd expect to see you, this shitty bar wasn't one of them. You looked so absorbed in your work, like you were piecing together something for a story. Satoru's curiosity got the better of him, and he stood up carrying his drink as he made his way over to where you were sitting.
"Well, well," he said, leaning against the back of the chair across from you. âDidnât peg you for a bar rat, but maybe I was wrong.â
Your head snapped up, and your eyes widened slightly in surprise. âGojou Satoru. What a surprise.â
âMind if I sit?â he asked, already taking the seat.
âDidnât think someone like you would end up in a place like this. Celebrating?â
He gave a dry laugh, swirling the glass in his hand. âSomething like that.â
âSo, what are you doing here, really? Figured youâd be at a fancy cafe, writing about some important news story.â
âMaybe I am. Research is research, even if itâs in a bar. Maybe itâs you Iâm writing about.â
âSo Iâm your new project, huh?â
âMaybe. Itâs part of this little journalism course Iâm doing. Weâre supposed to pick a public figure and write a profile. Someone whoâs got a⊠colorful public image.â
âColorful, huh?â He smirked. âGuess Iâm your lucky target. Hope I make an interesting subject."
âInteresting is one word for it,â you replied, a faint smirk tugging at your lips. âWhatâs got you so quiet tonight? I thought youâd be surrounded by fans somewhere.â
He shrugged, taking a long sip of his drink. âNot in the mood for fans tonight.â
âTough race?â
He laughed humorlessly, shaking his head. âNot the race. Just⊠life, I guess.â
âSo,â he said, leaning in. âtell me about this little journalism course. You planning to make a career out of stalking poor drivers like me?â
âItâs a bit more complicated than that. Weâre learning how to âuncover the truthââor at least, thatâs what they say. So far, itâs been a lot of digging through archives and learning to ask the right questions.â
âRight questions, huh?â He arched an eyebrow. âLetâs hear one. What would you ask me, if I were your âcolorful public figureâ?â
âAlright, Gojou. How does someone at the top of their game manage to keep it all together? All the races, the publicity, the pressure⊠donât you ever feel like itâs too much?â
âHonestly?â He ran a hand through his hair, glancing away. âSometimes, yeah. Itâs not as easy as it looks, being the guy everyone thinks has it all together. But people donât care about that part. They just want the show.â
âSo you put on the show.â
âGuess thatâs what it comes down to.â He laughed, but it sounded hollow even to his own ears. âPeople donât want to see a guy crack under pressure. They want the image.â
âBut what do you want?â
No one ever asked him that, as if what he wanted didnât matter.
âWhat do I want?â he repeated, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he tried to dodge the question. âMaybe another drink.â
Iâm serious. Behind all of that⊠whatâs left?â
âHonestly? Sometimes I donât even know anymore. Itâs like Iâve been going so fast for so long, I canât remember what it was I was chasing in the first place.â
âMaybe thatâs what you need to figure out, then.â
He looked at you, and the faintest trace of a genuine smile broke through. âMaybe.â
The two of you sat in silence, and he found himself grateful for it. You didn't press or pry at him and he thought that he could just be himself, even if it was just for a little while.
âAlright,â he said finally, nudging your notebook with his finger. âSo, future journalist, you really gonna write all this down? Make me sound like some tortured artist?â
You smirked. âIâll try to be kind. Maybe Iâll even leave out the part where you go to bars alone and pretend to be mysterious.â
âOuch,â he chuckled, holding up his drink in mock surrender. âNoted. But I expect a copy when itâs published. Autographed, obviously.â
âObviously,â you replied, laughing as you clinked your glass against his. âBut donât expect it to be flattering.â
âWouldnât dream of it.â
As the conversation continued, Gojou found himself leaning in closer. You both let the drinks keep coming, though it was less about how much alcohol you were consuming and more about the way the words spilled more easily between you two.
âSo,â you asked, taking another sip of your drink, âwhatâs it actually like out there? Everyone sees the fame, the money, the cars, but⊠whatâs it really like?â
He exhaled, tapping his fingers on the edge of his glass. âHonestly? Itâs⊠intense. Thereâs this high to it, this adrenaline. Nothing like it. Youâre pushing yourself and everyone around you to the edge," he tilted his head. âBut sometimes, it feels like the line between winning and crashing out isnât as thick as people think. You cross it once, and thatâs itâyouâre done.â
âDoesnât that scare you?â
âA little. But Iâm more afraid of what happens if I stop. Itâs like⊠I donât know what Iâd be without it. Guess that sounds stupid.â
âNo, it doesnât. I get it. When somethingâs all you know⊠giving it up is like giving up a part of yourself. Scary as hell.â
âExactly. Guess we all have our addictions, huh?â
Shit. Did he say too much?
You didnât push, just gave him a quiet nod. âSo, whatâs Tokyo Jujutsu like? It's one of the toughest team on the grid, right?â
âYou know it. Theyâre tough as hell, no room for error. And they sure as hell wonât give you a second chance if you mess up.â
âSounds brutal."
âYeah, maybe. I guess I like the challenge. Or maybe I just like proving people wrong.â
âEnough about me," he continued. What about you? Whatâs the deal with this journalism project? Are you trying to make a name for yourself by exposing all my secrets?â
You laughed, shaking your head. âBelieve it or not, my goal in life isnât to ruin yours. I actually think itâs fascinating, learning what drives people, what keeps them going, even when things get messy.â
âMessy? What makes you think my life is messy?â
âOh, please. Gojou Satoruâs life is one headline after another. Youâre practically the poster boy for drama.â
He feigned a hurt expression, placing a hand over his heart. âYou wound me. Iâm just a guy trying to make a living, you know?â
âRight,â you said, rolling your eyes. âJust a guy who happens to have a dozen scandals and an equal number of speeding tickets.â
âHey,â he laughed, leaning back in his chair. âIâm a professional, okay? Thatâs all part of the job.â
The two of you continued to chat into the night. Gojou found himself relaxing, caught up in the rare comfort of talking with someone who didnât expect him to play a part. He could just⊠be.
At some point, the bartender announced last call, and Gojou glanced at you, smirking. âGuess thatâs our cue.â
You stretched, gathering your notebook and tucking it under your arm. âThanks for the, uh, âresearch material.â It was⊠enlightening.â
He laughed, standing and grabbing his coat. âAnytime. But donât go making me look like a complete asshole in your little project, alright?â
âNo promises."
Outside, the air was crisp as he faint hum of city traffic the only sound as you stood together on the quiet street. Gojou slid his hands into his pockets, looking at you.
Outside, the air was crisp as the faint him of the city being the only sound as you stood together on the quiet street. Gojou slide his hands into his pockets, looking at you.
âMaybe weâll run into each other again."
âOnly if youâre brave enough to handle more questions.â
âOh, Iâm plenty brave. But weâll see if youâre as good at digging as you think.â
You rolled your eyes, laughing as you turned to leave, throwing him a casual wave. âGoodnight, Mr. Gojou.â
âGoodnight,â he echoed, watching as you disappeared down the empty street.
In that moment he realized, he never did catch your name.
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