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thank you in advance for writing tubscarinnit, i thought i was the only one into this ship đ if you have any thoughts on them i would love to hear but if not thank you for your service. they have such a great dynamic i need people to see it!!
anon i am holding your hand rn tubscarinnit is SO GOOD. god i love Them.
i love their individual dynamics and these just get enhanced when all three of them are together.
like toby acts all tough with tommy even though he clearly has a crush on tommy, but with scar, toby doesn't even try to hide, stuttering and kicking his feet at the minimum interaction. tommy is oblivious to everything, but he loves to tease toby, and more often than not ends up flustering himself when toby pokes a snarky remark back ("why are you blushing, toby? is it because scar called you a good boy?" "i bet you'd love to be scar's good boy too, asshole"). scar is in the middle of the two, equal times dumb and wise, and mostly chuckles at the two best friends arguing over everything - until scar tells them to "stop and come over here."
i like to think scar is demanding with them, because otherwise he'd completely lose their attention, but scar is so soft and gentle that sometimes tommy and toby feel obligated to take matters into their own hands and boss scar around. it's a constant and playful fight for dominance with lots of teasing and poking.
scar 100% calls them "kids/lil' boys" as well. somehow tommy always gets more embarrassed than toby.
toby loves to be praised by scar and sometimes gets so cock drunk that he momentarily forgets scar can't take everything he's willing to give, turning scar into a breathless, sobbing mess. toby calls him sir, daddy, king, ryan, and each nickname sends shivers down scar's spine.
tommy is always eager and desperate. he's not much of a dirty talker, although he loves to hear toby and scar talking either to him or to each other, but he's so frantic to take off his clothes and kiss and touch and moan and beg for more and more that toby often restrains him so toby and scar can enjoy for longer without having to worry about tommy finishing too soon and losing most of the fun.
scar feels borderline powerful when he's bossing the other two around. he thinks that there's basically nothing at this point that toby and tommy wouldn't do if scar told them to. sometimes just watching they follow scar's orders is enough to bring scar to the edge - he likes obedient little boys, as we all know.
they're dumb and messy and work so well together UGH
thank you for this ask!!! <3
#this is all over the place but i hope it makes sense LOL#also feel free to dump your tubscarinnit thoughts here as well we need more of Them!!#sugary asks#sugary writing#tubscar#tubboinnit#scarinnit#tubscarinnit#mcytnsfw
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TO be honest. I donât understand what it means when people say Merlin was Arthurâs bane. Mayhaps I misunderstand but. Arthur was a bit of an assassination magnet (not to mention all those magical creatures and bandits... so many bandits), and Merlin actively prevented Arthur's death for years, which would have occured without him anway in the very first episode. I can see why one might argue that Merlin was just delaying the inevitable, or that he didn't succeed in keeping Arthur safe until Arthur could enact the golden age, but certainly I donât see how he could have been Arthurâs bane.
Also, itâs implied in the last episode that the golden age does occur, but under Guinevere. Which makes sense as she knew Merlin was the sorcerer and that she was pleased about it (and I recall it was confirmed in interviews), so I also donât follow the twin train of thought that Merlin was his own bane or even Camelotâs. Camelot was already bane-d(?) under Uther. But partly because of Merlin's steady friendship, Arthur matured into a king who was kinder than his father. He also actively sought magic's aid on multiple occasions, so he knew magic had potential for good (like healing his queen) without Merlin needing to tell him about his magic.
I don't think it's fair to say Camelot's laws on magic remaining relatively static was because no one close to Arthur came out as having magic. There was still much risk in that, and for Merlin a lot at stake, not just his life. A law change was still possible (and almost seemed to be set up that way) without Arthur needing someone he was personally close to having to do the work to humanize it for him (in the sense that the episodes with the druids, the druid boy with Elyan, and the dolma seemed like they were pointing to a law change because Arthur sees the diversity of magic and those who have it).
At worst Merlinâs efforts didnât change the status quo, but we do have things indicating that they did. And Merlin was not single-mindedly serving Arthur at the expense of everyone else. He saved Camelot as a whole multiple times. He was also very willing to stick out his neck for many others even during the height of his anxiety and agitation in season 5. (Also only being slightly silly when I say this, but he was also THE wingman for Arthur when he was getting with Gwen, so in a way Merlinâs help led to their courting being a success and thus contributed to her being in a great position to change the laws. so personally I give points to Merlin for that). Most of the decisions centering Arthur's safety seemed to stem from the fear that Albion would crumble before it began if Arthur were to die, so he tried his best to prevent that from happening in any way he knew. (Like, when Arthur is dying, Merlin asks "So I failed?" regarding the whole golden age thing, which I think is telling that the prophesy and his role in it was still VERY much at the forefront of Merlin's mind).
And this is a digression but I know people think Merlin should have done more for Camelot, or for folks with magic (like, as a revolutionary or something akin), which I understand but no one reached out to network with him really? It'd require resources, people (always confused why there weren't a whole bunch more folks offering Merlin material/intellectual/emotional support if they thought he should be the one to bring about the golden age. all he was told was that the forseen way it actually happens succesfully is through Arthur), time (I doubt itâd have been much of a âquickerâ way necessarily), and incredible planning + foresight if it's meant to be something that works out effectively + long-term. Okay I think I've digressed enough now. This is a whole seperate thought that I don't think I'm gonna do any justice here lol, and I'm already rambling, so I'll stop now :,)
But anyway, in terms of being his own or Arthurâs bane, we know Arthur will return, and we donât know how Merlin spent his years. His magic can play with time and maybe he learns how to control that, or he could have entered a stasis like in various legends, etc etc etc. And I mean it is tragic on many levels, and itâs sad we didnât see Arthurâs arc completed, and that Merlin sacrificed so much for a goal that didn't get much acknowledgment by the show at the end, but still. I donât think Merlin was Arthurâs bane, or Camelotâs, or his own.
#I am always writing things out when I'm SLEEPY so my bad if this doesn't make sense or is redundant. it's def all over the place đ#being sleepy makes me so sympathetic to merlin like..... he must have been sleepy too#also. sorry this is yet another post not gushing about Merlin on my side blog made just to gush about Merlin#this will probably happen again BUT#you must understand thereâs always an undercurrent of gushing in all my posts#bc I love Merlin and enjoyed the show even though it does make me. feel things. that I wish it didnât#BUT ALSO will make a tag for this for easy blocking in case anyone wants to block these rambles!#uhhhh the tag will be⌠this one:#đš#I hope blocking emoji tags works... willing to hear suggestions on this LOL#(maybe I'll clean this up later but I just wanted to get some thoughts down!)#okay I'm done now back to imagining Merlin in starry court sorcerer robes while doing magical shenanigans :D#merlin#bbc merlin
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ok this was already said before and yes im only making this post because i agree with messigoku and i didnt wanna derail it even tho again i do agree with the poll (one correction tho the states poll person is not american) ANYWAY before my adhd makes me ramble more:
those polls always rubbed me the wrong way?? like even before that person made that tone-death-at-best poll about hawaii some things they added beforehand is like??? why??? why did you put 9/11 on a poll about new york. like i know some ppl "joke" about that event (even tho we should stop) but why the hell would you think thats a good idea.
and mount rushmore??? the mountain that was stolen from the natives in the area and put four ugly racists in the stone??? you thought that was a good idea? are you allergic to google or Knowing Implications or
#author makes a speech#this is all over the place cause i took a lot of coffee so my adhd is in overdrive but i had to let this out lol#i hope it makes sense lmfao
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What are your biggest art influences? And how would you personally describe your style?
Hope youâre having a most epic swagtacular day :]
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hmmm honestly first thing that comes to mind is my friends! we call a lot so i get to watch them draw and i think it has influenced my style quite a bit. other than that ... one thing i do get influenced by a lot is concept art from media i like. smth abt concept art is always rlly good to me
and im not quite sure how id describe my style! its kinda hard for me to describe it at all LOL, it was very interesting seeing how other people would describe my art though, back when i asked for the evil art style challenge [which i still need to do, whoops] if i had to try though, maybe textured and soft? just bc i hardly ever use sharp angles in my art and always use textured brushes lmao
hope u are having a good day too :-] o7
#srry if this is all over the place. kind of hard question for me but fun to think abt bc i never rlly think abt it LOL#ty for the question >.o#honestly describing my own art style has always been a bit. [shrugs] bc im just like well. there it is !#so i love when ppl mention what my style looks like thru their eyes#hope this all makes even a bit of sense#txt
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OK, I keep seeing people get this wrong, and it really irks me, so I'm making this post:
Kinder Surprise Eggs are banned in the United States. A lot of you probably knew this already, and this fact is indeed true. What is not true is the assumption I see almost everyone then take: that we did it intentionally, i.e. we banned Kinder Surprise after they were invented due to safety concerns. This is then (anecdotally, I admit) usually followed by some claim that either American children are too stupid to keep themselves from choking on the toy inside or that adults are simply too worried about children potentially choking and decided to then ban them. (Bonus points if the person also mentions our lack of gun control or school shootings in the same breath!)
Except, the second part of that claim, that we intentionally banned Kinder Surprise after they came out, is simply false.
The Federal Food, Drug, and Cosmetic Act (FFDCA) of 1938 bans confectionery that "has partially or completely imbedded therein any nonnutritive object" (21 U.S.C. § 342(d)(1)). You will note, as stated above, that the FFDCA was passed in 1938. Kinder Surprise was released by Ferrero in 1974. Kinder Surprise came 36 years after the FFDCA. I don't think it's much of a stretch to say that the small toy inside Kinder Surprise Eggs isn't nutritive, and therefore when they were launched, they were already by default banned by the FFDCA.
So no, we don't have some sort of special vendetta out for Kinder Surprise Eggs, they were simply already illegal in the US from the start. There is, however, a country which has specifically targeted Kinder Surprise Eggs since they've released:
Chile, in 2016, banned Kinder Surprise, along with a multitude of other sugary foods in an effort to curb Chile's rapidly growing childhood obesity rate. Their specific issue with Kinder Surprise was that the toy is, as they called it, a "promotional gadget" (source). According to Ley 20606, "La venta de alimentos especialmente destinados a menores no podrĂĄ efectuarse mediante ganchos comerciales... como regalos, concursos, juegos u otro elemento de atracciĂłn infantil" (Ley 20606, ArtĂculo 6, PĂĄrrafo 3, source in Spanish). Or, as a rough translation, "The sale of food specifically intended for children may not be carried out through the means of commercial hooks... such as gifts, contests, games, or other elements intended to attract children."
I'm not really sure how I want to end this post. I guess the main thing to take away is whenever you come across any claims similar to the one I addressed in this post, maybe do some research into why what they're making fun of is the case. (Another example I could talk about is how lots of people just assume someone randomly decided there should be 5,280 feet in a mile through the means of, in the words of one notable Tumblr post, "a drunk mathematician rolling dice." The short answer to this is there's 5,280 feet in a mile for the same reason there's exactly 2.54 centimeters in an inch.)
I think that's about it. End post.
#sorry this post is kinda all over the place it kinda started off as a rant#i was pretty pissed at the start of writing this post but i calmed down over the 45 minutes it took me to research and write it lol#also i did not edit this and barely even proofread it at all so i hope it makes sense#even though this is partially a rant its still ok to reblog#actually i encourage reblogging this if you want because even if at least one person learns something new from this post#i shall consider it a success#text#not aro
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Random thought but idk why ppl thought shadow shouldn't have gotten infected by the metal virus
Like. Yeah he's the ultimate lifeform. He's immortal and literally made to be immune to most if not all diseases. But
The metal virus. Isn't an actual disease
It's a bunch nanomachines that convert living organic material into more of itself
Shadow is made of living organic material
The only way he would have been immune (based solely on what canonical info there is on how the metal virus works) is if he was inorganic or dead, which he obviously isn't. And no just bc he was made in a lab doesn't mean he's not organic
Sure, they probably could've made him immune to it in some way, like say the high amounts of chaos energy in him burn it off on contact or something. But how to get rid of it is never fully explained. All we know is that something about sonic's speed burned it off for him, but it's not explained further as far as I can remember and the virus eventually mutated to become resistant to that anyway
Going super seemed to get rid of it completely for sonic tho, so the cure could've been chaos energy after all. Or it could've been like, chaos control warping time or the warp topaz warping reality to sonic and silver's will or something. Again, it's never fully explained, and who knows if shadow would've had the time to fight it off or cure himself anyway considering the circumstances of his infection
Anyway. Tldr shadow is living flesh and the virus infects all living flesh. Him getting infected makes sense based on what we understand of the virus. That's all
#ramblings#idk sometimes i'll see a post talking abt it and i'm just like. that's literally how the metal virus works what are you talking abt#it's not a real sickness it's literally nanomachines. like did y'all forget that or#actually i remember hearing something abt the metal virus being originally planned for the archie comics#and those had these nanite things that were also like nanomachines but like. they made stuff instead of infecting ppl or whatever#at least before the reboot i don't remember if that concept stayed after#idk how that ties into the main post i'm just yapping#now that i think of it the virus not having a clearly written counter-measure besides sonic's speed or going super#could be seen as an issue with the writing of the saga#honestly this probably wouldn't have been so confusing to ppl if it was clearly stated what exactly the virus' weaknesses were#and how shadow couldn't have known of them or used them to cure himself at the time#but the arc has been out for like four years now at this point and was planned out for longer it's not like they can change it now#whatever i still like it lol#my thoughts are all over the place. hope this makes at least some sense
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Month 7, day 22
WOO, ducky, painting is not my strong suit, but I'm having fun :D
#the great artscapade of 2024#art#my art#forspoken#forspoken fan art#forspoken spoilers#tanta cinta#tanta of rage#boy I hope I have her eyes positioned in the right spot lol#that dragon's head is filled with SO MUCH detail I can't really make sense of it all#at least not with the references I have on hand#like a combination craggy mountain cliff and tree bark or something#lots of spines and spikes all over the place lol
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do u ever think abt how 3houses/hopes position dimitriâs relationships w his friends in relation to his relationship w the goddess & feel rlly rlly normal or is that just me
#head in handsâŚâŚâŚ.#few3h#itâs about the thing he says to byleth âwe lack the means to reach out and grasp itâ and then everybody continuously reaching out to him#again and again over and over forever#ESPECIALLY in the king awakens cutscene. felix & dedue reaching out & dedue being the one to physically take dimitriâs hand#itâs like yeah faerghus worships an absent goddess and youâre SUPPOSED to believe in her and trust her and be good for her etc#and dimitri just canât do it until itâs for his friends#and the scene in the rain after gronder in houses too obv#obviously itâs more blatant too considering the byleth sothis situation but ykwim itâs not sothis doing the reaching out there#like#we can talk abt glory and honour etc all we want but is that a truer motivator than the ppl u love???#for dimitri it isnât bc he disagrees w all that honour anyway esp after duscur where he saw it fall apart w Glennâs death (ingie support)#honour and glory are what get his friends killled for him but if he resolves to make the world a better place FOR them#thatâs much easier to stomach#(and. the church being intertwined w the knighthood honour thing etc.) lol#idk if this makes sense im having SO MANY issues rendering a film in maya rn lol im slamming my head thru the wall#feposting#fe3h#deertalking#im being very brave not derailing my initial point to just talk abt dmlx here i hope u know that#i love him so much. mimi relationship w faith b like âtrue personal connection is inherently as impossible as seeing the goddess herselfâ#(teacher proceeds to become the goddess 2 prove him wrong)#im gonna come back and talk abt this before bc its my fav dimitri topic my brain just isnât working rn o7
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#sometimes i feel very normal and then i interact with ppl lol#i had an in person meeting with my boss for the 1st time in ages and i usually talk to ppl while theyre driving or were walking somewhere#so i forgot how much im like obviously not making eye contact when ppl talk to me while hunched over and fidgeting lol#and when im trying to explain ideas to ppl abt like data stuff im like: i dont understand how what im saying doesnt make sense???#also with a healthy dose of wtf is this person trying to say to me? u r saying words and i dont kno what theyre directed at#we had a lab party and im like v awkward at those things. idk how to interact in groups#ppl r interacting and im watching like u r clearly getting something out of this that i am not#i did maybe secure a place as a patient for one of our undergrads who is in the dental school lol#she was like yea i need 8 patients and i was like lol u can look in my mouth and then proceeded to tell her all the weird teeth problems#ive had. maybe that was weird but she seemed interested so đ¤ˇ#i hope she follows up bc i havent been to the dentist in like 3 years#and i still habe my wisdome teeth#lol me at any party: i am waiting patiently until i can leave.#like its weird bc those r the time when ppl bond and make memories and all that but everytime someone calls back to events that ive been#there fore it baffles me bc im like. yea that was a thing that happened. i dont really have any feelings abt it so idk y u r recalling it#fondly??? plus my ears r kinda fucked so it was hard to focus on individual conversations#ay im so scatterbrained. thats what happens when u get little sleep and dont allow ur self to chill. ill just crunch myself into a lil ball#at least my boss tried to reassure me that id get accepted somewhere phd wise. but i will not relax until its official so rip#i just really want 2 specific schools to work out bc one is close to home and the other i can prob get good classes and opportunities#ugh i need to sleep. but im not tired :-P#unrelated
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NEVER TASK 002 :   n i g h t m a r e !
wendy only dreams of neverland. whenever she can finally force herself into a deep enough slumber, the island plagues her with memories ( at least, she thinks theyâre memories ) of everything she foolishly ran away from. memories of elated joy, memories of epic adventure, memories of an incomparable life sheâll never be able to recreate in the mundane of london. the dreams are so real â like sheâs experiencing them all over again in that moment, projecting herself back into those precious moments â that, each morning as her eyes reopen to the breaking down, sheâs left even further exhausted.
when she isnât dreaming, wendy is tormented by nightmares. there is no in-between, no medium, no escape. sheâs haunted by happy memories she can only relive in restless sleep, or chased by nightmares of twisted messages impossible for her to interpret. the girlâs tired, hollow eyes are evidence enough of how strongly she fights sleep until it finally consumes her. she yearns for rest, even if itâs eternal.Â
wendy was drowning. her lungs were so full of the murky water they felt like rocks in her chest, weighing her down as she sunk further into the depths. it had grown so dark, she no longer knew which way was up or which direction to swim towards. this time, however, no one was dragging her under. no hands clawed at her legs or pulled her further down down down. like a stone that had been skipped upon the shimmering surface, she merely sunk. the girl screamed with the last bit of air in her waterlogged lungs, a soundless scream, muted by a choir of bubbles that fell from quivering lips.
but they werenât bubbles, were they ? they were stars, & she was falling down down down through the clouds, closing in on the ground at rapid speed. now, her scream was ringing through the air, echoing across the island like a birdâs twittering song. this was her song. her wendy-bird song; it was the one sheâd sung when the lost boys had shot her out of the sky, when the merfolk had tried to claim her soul, when peter had . . .
wendy was in peterâs arms, suddenly, her pounding heart racing against his. he would never let her fall or drown or die because then there would be no more âpeter & wendyâ. even when his toes touched the ground, he did not let her go. he would never let her run or hide or home because then there would be no more story, & peter loved stories as much as he loved himself. even if, in this story, he had no face for he was but a shadow of that oh-so familiar silhouette. the shape of a villain parading under the mask of a hero, a mask she had adoringly helped him craft. a mask he wore so well it was like second-skin.
then, ripping through the night, she heard her name crowed out. the girlâs head spun & glassy eyes widened as john & michael came into view. she was standing now, somehow, & dashed towards them as the tattered ends of her nightgown tangled at her ankles, teasing to trip her. wendyâs hands were outstretched, believing that, if she could just reach them, enveloping them inside her, the armor of her love would shield the boys from â â      two figures stepped out from behind each brother: shadows mirroring the same wicked smile. in a swift motion, they gave john & michael smiles of their own . . . carved across their necks, their essence leaking out into the earth as they crumpled to the floor. wendy leapt for her brothers, but the ground opened up & swallowed their bodies whole before her fingers could even scrape their skin. instead, she fell against the grass with a resounding âthudâ, though, the ache in her bones could not compete with the searing pain that stabbed at her heart.Â
she wept. she wept & her tears melted into land like their blood had. she wept & shook & cried out. his arms wrapped around her, but they werenât warm or comforting like she remembered them to be. his arms were the steel bars of a cage. â stay. â he whispered, & she knew it wasnât a request or a wish. the word was a promise. a command. an absolute. yet, despite everything, she knew she would . . . because if she left she would never come back. if she left, there would be no more âpeter & wendyâ, there would be no more stories, there would only be the end.Â
#nrpgtask#*TASK : never & always.#i hope this makes sense#it's kinda all over the place lol#blood tw#death tw#drowning tw
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Yeah esp recently thereâs been different Wimbledon winners each year but idk I feel like so many favourites have been knocked out so early. I didnât expect ons, coco or pegula to be out before the quarters. I guess itâs rybakinas to lose? but sheâs not been very convincing as of late. Now im even more upset that Aryna couldnât play bc of her injured shoulder
hated that she withdrew too & I hope sheâs better in time for the next tournaments :( im hoping rybakina can win too but like you said, not convincingđ Iâve enjoyed watching paolini and collins thoâŚscenes if they make it to the final
& my minds all over the place when it comes to the way the womenâs draws play out at these slams tbh⌠the fact that they spend less time on the surface, bo3 is completed so quick (for the most part), their time on court is just much shorterâŚ.dare I say the menâs draw would be as sporadic (for lack of a better word) if they were playing bo3 as well? it takes some of them two sets just to get involved in a match?
#answered#I honestly hate comparing the two sides tbh but I had to make a point so this made more sense lol#obvs thereâs players who figure it out n end up dominating said event/surface etc but stillâŚ#time isnât gifted to them like it is with the menâs drawâŚjust look at their results when they play bo3#im rambling here but im hoping i made sense lol like i saidâŚminds all over the place
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synopsis: you're tasked with waking up zoro for dinner, but it's hard to make him budge.
pairing: zoro x gn!reader cw: more tooth rotting fluff for my favorite swordsman :) wc: ~1.6k an: i had a dream about this and added some even more fluff because why not. ty all i hope you enjoy <3 also i realized i have a decent chunk of zoro fics about napping lol maybe this is why im sleepymarimo i just love that sleepy lil guy
"Where the hell is that shitty swordsman?" Sanji grumbles, cigarette hanging from his lips as he sets a hefty plate of rice on the dining table.
Even though you're acutely aware that the marimo is missing, you pretend to peer over shoulders and swivel your head to give the impression that you're just as clueless as everyone else. You're already sat at the table, utensils neatly resting beside your plate.
Everyone else is already in the dining room, Luffy practically on the brink of perishing as the food is placed before him. Chopper and Usopp are close behind, their forks glinting in the light.
Robin is patient, smiling at the sight before her, the one she's grown to love. "I believe he said something about taking a nap," she reveals, her fingers wrapping around the stem of a wine glass. "He might be holed up in the boy's room."
"You mean the men's room?" Franky speaks up in an attempt to lighten the mood, the cola bottle in his hand hissing as he pops the cap.
Nami shakes her head, not in the mood to entertain the hooligans she calls her crewmates- her family. When Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper start to chant for their food, the navigator's last straw cracks into a million pieces.
Her chair slides back with a screech as she stands, planting her hands on the table. "Ugh, I can't believe that guy, sleeping through dinner!" The sigh she gives is intentionally dramatic, her charm working its magic as Sanji quickly offers to knock some sense into the green-haired swordsman.
It all comes to a halt when a pair of hands sprout from the table, tugging at the cook's shirt in a silent command to stay put. All eyes go to Robin, her knowing gaze easily hiding whatever ploy is running through her mind.
She calls your name and you immediately feel your cheeks warm, though you still feign obliviousness even if it seems like she's peeking right into your brain.
"Why don't you get Zoro?" she suggests, yet deep down you know you don't have an option.
Even if the thought of protesting crosses your mind, the chorus of growling stomachs and pleas for you to hurry have you standing and scampering up the stairs and to the deck.
Standing in front of the door to the boy's cabin, you feel your stomach drop a bit. You're quite literally entering a tiger's den, into the willing jaws of a beast who has been known to treasure booze, swords, and naps above all else.
The air inside the room is significantly more warm, heavy, compared to the cool breeze blowing outside. It's dark, your eyes adjusting to the lack of lighting as you carefully step over shoes and dirty clothes.
For a moment the beds seem empty and you wonder if he's even inside, yet the massive figure atop one of the bunks makes you quickly reconsider that thought.
His bare back rises and falls at a leisurely pace, his arms sprawled over the sides of the bed while he lays on his front. Cheek pressed comfortably into his pillow, Zoro naps away without much care for anything else.
After gawking for a second or two, you step toward the bunk, mentally cursing, and steel yourself for what feels like the millionth time. The wooden structure is a bit too tall for you to get a look at him, so with a small grunt you step onto the bottom bunk and grip onto the rails to hoist yourself up.
As soon as you take a glimpse over the top bunk's railing, you feel the warmth of his exhales across your nose and cheeks. It makes your face warm, your own breaths stalling as you take in the sight of him looking so⌠serene.
His face is softened, relaxed, a stark contrast to the pinched brows and scowls he usually wears.
Imagining the exasperated faces of your hungry crewmates, you get on with your small mission. Even though you're there to wake him, you're considerate enough to keep mindful of your tone. "Zoro?" comes his name from your lips, a murmur not quite suited for waking a beast.
The most you get out of him is the slight wrinkling of his nose, like a fly had perched there for a second before buzzing off. In a way it's expected given that he's slept through storms and whole marine attacks.
Your tone is louder the next time you call his name, more firm, his silhouette becoming pronounced as your eyes adjust to the dark room. "Zoro," you call again, arms starting to ache from how you're pulling yourself up to the top bunk.
Again, nothing. It's almost comical at this point, really.
You resist the urge to groan in frustration, your options becoming more limited. Time really isn't on your side here, not when the odds of a hungry pirate barging into the room increases by the second.
Taking a big breath, you decide that this is going to be the last try. This is going to be the one to wake the marimo, whether he likes it or not.
Unfortunately, the sea has other plans for you.
The ship hits a patch of rough water, the violent movement causing you to lose your grip on the railing tethering you to the top bunk. Your breath also catches when the sudden jolt makes your feet slip off the mattress belonging to the bottom bed, your heart skipping a beat when you feel yourself starting to fall back.
You're fully prepared to brace yourself against the harsh floor, your muscles tensing and jaw tightening, but you don't even have the chance to fall back a single inch.
A strong arm, previously hanging limp over the bed, curls around your waist and holds you steady. It supports all your weight, even as your legs kick out in an attempt to find solid ground. With your face suddenly squished into the junction of his neck, your own arms act on instinct and wrap around his shoulders.
Zoro's awake now, steel-grey eye open and aware as if he hadn't been knocked out cold just seconds ago. His senses have a unique threshold, not bothering to pick up on the calls of his name but always managing to be ready when his crewmates need him most- especially you.
His skin is warm, a tell tale sign that he'd probably been napping for hours. Tightening his grip on you, he sits up, pulling you with him. You're still disoriented, wondering why you haven't hit the floor, but he's as sharp as ever.
"The hell are you doin'?" he grumbles, voice still heavy from his rest, carrying that delightful rasp. His irritated tone is a facade, more of a light chide than anything. "You tryin' t'break your neck or something?"
You feel like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing a couple times while you're still dangling from the top bunk. It's hard to not get in a few mumbled apologies, not knowing if he's ticked from being stirred from his sleep.
"Dinner is ready," you reply, managing to find your words, your hold on him not letting up due to fear of falling once more. He feels so warm, the definition of a guilty pleasure, and you're left to exert as much self-control as possible.
He lets out a scoff, amused, then grunts as he finally realizes you're still hanging over the bed. His hand moves, sliding across your waist to grab at the back of your shirt. While Zoro's strength is known throughout all the seas, it always leaves you in awe. With nothing more than a bicep curl, he hoists you up and onto the top bunk with him.
A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you sink into the soft mattress, the bunk creaking with the added weight and how Zoro shifts into a seated position. Legs crossed over one another, he stretches his arms over head, unintentionally showing off his physical prowess.
Your eyes find the ceiling out of respect, but mostly because you're another second away from bursting into flames.
He yawns, then rubs at the back of his neck. "Dinner, huh?" he repeats, finding the answer satisfactory enough and shrugging his shoulders. "They sent the right person. I don't need that shitty cook hurling a kick my way."
You nod and even get out a laugh. "Yeah, I'm sure waking up to me almost falling is a lot better," you joke, looking over the bunk to see the drop to the floor.
"It's no problem," he assures, his gold earrings catching in the slivers of moonlight entering through the window as a lazy smirk grows on his face. "I got ya."
While you'd be willing to skip dinner to stay with the swordsman, your stomach protests with a hefty grumble. Zoro's stomach follows suit, making it's need for food known. The timing of it makes another laugh slide past your lips, a sound that makes his smirk soften into something more genuine.
With a small grunt, he hops off of the top bunk and lands on the floor with a solid thud. "Alright," he starts, stretching his back out a bit more before lifting his head to meet your gaze. "Let's go eat." His arms raise, ready to help you down from the bed. Whether you want to take the ladder or propel yourself into his embrace, he silently vows to be there to offer support. Although Zoro could be stubborn, gruff, and brash, he'd never let you fall, not ever.
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⧠Logan Howlett x reader x Storm
⧠summary: Storm and Logan are both hopelessly crushing on you. When they realise that they both like you, they get into a silent competition about who can win you over first⌠until they realise there might not be a need to make you choose; or: You have a threesome with Logan and Storm
⧠warnings: smut 18+, threesome, oral, fingering, handjob, unprotected piv sex, creampie, liiittle bit of ass play, use of dildo between reader and Storm, I think those are the main things, reader is sub-ish and Logan and Storm are more dominant, reader gets called baby, good girl, princess, pretty girl, bub, nothing happens between Logan and Storm btw because Iâm a jealous bitch, reader is shy and a bit awkward, this is definitely mostly porn but romantic feelings are implied too, reader is bi, talking about coming out, but reader is in denial about her crush on Storm and also on Logan bc sheâs oblivious and a lil insecure tbh, mention of being drunk, theyâre all mutants but it doesnât rlly come up, Logan is taller than the reader, the part leading up to the smut is a little unserious lol theyâre all just whipped but yeah itâs kind of a different fic from my prev Logan ones idk itâs more just fun for the first part; also alternative title is BOAF but I didnât know how many people would get that lol
⧠word count: oh. umm 11k (the main smut is 4k at the end if you wanna skip to that loll Iâve put a divider (stars) so you know when it starts, you donât necessarily need to know the backstory)
⧠note: Recently watched X-Men 1 for the first time (yeah i know) and these two are literally the definition of bi panic whaaaatttttt + also I called her Storm and not Ororo(?) because Iâve only watched X Men 1 where they just call her Storm so thatâs the only way Iâm familiar with her, so yeah idk if anyone else wants this combination of characters but i def do so <33
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Youâre focussed as you do your daily stretches, completely oblivious to Storm and Logan watching you from the other side of the gym.Â
They stare as you bend down into downward dog and you make a little exhausted noise at the stretch. Logan almost flinches with how good it feels to hear it; with his enhanced senses itâs as if youâre moaning right into his ear.
Stormâs eyes trail up your legs, over your pink gym set that clings to you in all the right places. She watches a pearl of sweat slide down your belly â she wishes she could lick it off your skin. Logan thinks about making you sweat more if he finally gets you in his bed one day.
He clears his throat after you slide down to your knees, arch your spine and let out a little contented sigh at the welcome stretch. A movement to his right catches Loganâs eye. Storm is standing right next to him, hands on her hips, mirroring his own position.
Is she here to stare at you too? Not that thatâs what heâs doing. He was training here himself and was done a few minutes after you got here. Resting his eyes is part of the cooldown â you just so happen to be in his view.
âYou training today?â Logan breaks the silence.
âTrained earlier this morning,â Storm answers, folding her arms, âWhatâre you doing here?â She sounds almost accusatory.
âJust finished my workout. Making sure sheâs fine with the weights.â Their eyes drift to you, still stretching.
âShe said she might use weights later,â Logan adds, averting his eyes.
The only thing Logan doesnât like about his little crush on you â if you can even call it that â (you can definitely call it that) is that it sometimes makes him nervous, even if just a little. Youâre so sweet and so shy and youâre usually oblivious to his flirting. Heâs not used to that.
âAha,â Storm nods with suspicion and slowly walks out of the gym.
Logan sighs a breath of relief and hopes you didnât hear any of that. He stops himself from looking at your cute little gym outfit again and leaves to shower.
-
Later that day, Storm knocks at your bedroom door, âIâve made lunch if you want some.â
Her voice is so angelic, you think, and you briefly wonder if thatâs a normal opinion to have about your friend. Itâs not just her voice, but those pretty lips her voice comes out of â just from woman to woman. She has nice lips. That can totally be a platonic compliment.
You realise sheâs waiting for you to answer as you just stare at her gorgeous, gorgeous face â okay, maybe you do like her as more than a friend.
âThatâs so sweet of you, Iâll come join you,â you put on a high-pitched platonic voice.
Youâre sitting down at the table getting your plates ready â Storm made your favourite food, said she was just craving the taste today â when Logan comes in.Â
âBrought my own lunch, thought I could join you?â He asks but doesnât wait for an answer, sitting down next to you.Â
âWhat if you canât?â Storm says, an eyebrow raised, though playfully.Â
âAnd what would your explanation be?â
âWe need girl time.â
Youâre looking between them with wide puppy eyes. Youâre not sure if theyâre being playful after all. Their faces soften when they look at you.
âMaybe Logan can stay for lunch and weâll go to your room later?â you suggest, âWe can have a sleepover tonight.â
Stormâs face lights up, âGood idea.â You miss the smirk she gives Logan, who then huffs.Â
Logan takes off his leather jacket. Youâre sure thatâs just your mind playing tricks on you but it almost looks as if heâs doing it deliberately slowly, showing off his big, defined arms. Youâre drooling like a dog.
He reaches across the table and your eyes stay glued to his triceps until you hear your name.
âWhat?â
Logan smiles down at you, âI asked if you could pass the salt.â
You swallow and nod, eyes searching for the salt, but Storm gets there before you. She firmly presses the salt shaker into his hand, and his arm is gone from in front of your face. You resist the urge to pout.
A moment later though, Logan reaches out for the pepper himself, âSorry, just needaâŚâ He fumbles with the shaker across the table. This time his arm is angled differently and your eyes land right on one of those delicious veins on his skin.Â
Storm is kind enough to pass him the pepper too, but this time you think you audibly sigh with frustration when Logan pulls his arm back to his body. You focus on eating instead of panicking about whether either of them heard that.
Storm swallows down her jealousy after watching you mesmerised by Loganâs arms for what felt like an eternity with no idea how obvious you were being.
She finishes her glass of water and gets up to get more. She looks at Logan as she walks to the sink. Two can play this game.
With her back turned to the both of you, Storm undoes the top two buttons of her shirt and places the pendant of her necklace right between her breasts. When she sits back down, she leans her elbow on the table and pushes her forearm right against the side of her tits. Your eyes are immediately drawn to them like a honeybee to a flower.
Storm bites back a smirk. She remains silent so as not to pull your attention away from her cleavage. She wants you to get lost there as long as you need to.
Logan rolls his eyes at her and asks you to pass some food from across the table, pulling you out of your trance.
You see the next exchange of looks between the two of them â their eyes do all the talking. You look away and realise⌠are they flirting? You thought they were mad at each other, having a silent argument, but now you think you might have been wrong. Theyâre teasing each other.Â
You canât decide if you should be jealous or turned on. Theyâre the two people you have a crush on â again, platonic crushes, obviously. If they got together, in whatever way, at least theyâd make a hot couple for you to stare at. But youâd also be devastated that itâs not you who gets to be with either of them.
A quiet sound catches your attention â Stormâs fingernail against her necklace, the necklace thatâs nestled right between her breasts. You briefly wonder if sheâs trying to get Loganâs attention with it, but in that moment you donât feel jealous. You just appreciate whatâs in front of you.
With your elbow perched on the table, youâre leaning your head against your hand, and you notice too late that your arm is sliding off the table. You gasp when your head loses its support and you sit up quickly, gaze pulled away from Storm.
Heat blooms on your face and you lift your glass of water to your mouth to cool yourself down. But the picture of Stormâs perfect boobs lingers in your mind and you spill half of the water. It rolls down your neck and to your chest, and before you can even consider drying off, Stormâs holding a folded up napkin to your skin, patting from your collarbones to the neckline of your low-cut top.Â
âAwh, there you go,â sheâs done patting you dry and gives you a reassuring smile. Your nipples get hard at the close contact. You hope she doesnât notice.
You hear a scoff from Logan. Maybe he got something stuck in his teeth. Or maybe itâs directed at you and Storm.
âThanks, Storm,â you smile your sweet smile and finish your meal.Â
But youâre not oblivious to whatâs going on between them â the looks theyâre giving each other â and you donât know if you like it yet. Not that your opinion matters, sadly.
-
You bring your own pillow to Stormâs bedroom that night for your sleepover, but sheâs got her bed made up all comfy with more pillows than you could need.
âDidnât know how many you needed,â Storm tells you from in front of her mirror, âIâm so happy weâre doing this. We havenât had any alone time in so long. Been so busy.â
Sheâs braiding her hair for the night, hair pulled to one side as she curls the bottom of her strands around her finger, her beautiful neck now exposed. You think about falling to your knees and begging for just one touch. Maybe draw your finger across her skin, or better yet â your lips. The way friends do.Â
Itâs between the first and second film that you decide to finally say something. You were going to ask her during a boring scene of the romcom you just watched but it suddenly turned into a sex scene. You did your best to seem unbothered and tried to move naturally, scratching your head and flexing your wrist. Youâre not sure if it worked.
âSoo,â you turn to your side to face Storm as the credits play, âYou and Logan?â
You reach into the bag of gummy bears between you and Storm, attempting to seem nonchalant, as if her answer wonât affect you.
She looks a little panicked, and youâre afraid you know what her answer is going to be.
âWhat about us?â she asks.
You give her a suggestive look but she waits for you to say it.
âWell, is there something going on between you two? I felt like you were flirting during lunch.â
âNo, not at all,â she says almost too quickly, âWeâre just friends, if that.â
âReally? Youâd make an attractive couple.â
She lowers her voice, âWeâre really not into each other like that.â You believe her, and withhold your big breath of relief.
âAnd anyway, I prefer women,â she adds.
âReally? I mean, yeah, I thought you might. I wasnât sure. I do too, by the way. Well, I like everyone. I mean not everyone obviously but I like all genders. Not that thatâs relevant.â
Storm smiles at you sweetly and puts a soft hand on your wrist. âOf course itâs relevant. Iâm glad you trust me enough to tell me.â
You giggle nervously, âOf course. I trust you more than anyone in this house.â
Stormâs heart swells in her chest.
You continue, âWell, and Logan obviously.âÂ
Oh.
Obvious, is it?
Well, Storm can work with that.
She picks an incredibly gay film next. She didnât do it on purpose. She just happened to see the film on Netflix. Sure, perhaps she chose it because there were two women in the picture, but she genuinely wasnât aware how much sex was in the film.
Youâre squirming beside her, even more than during the straight romcom you just watched, and it drives her crazy. Sheâs just better at hiding it, but sheâs turned on too. She wishes she and Logan hadnât fought over your attention during lunch; if you hadnât thought that there was something going on between them you might have been ready for more tonight. But she ignores her desire for you, holding her arm tightly as she presses her nails against her skin to relieve some pressure.
When the film is over, Storm tells you how she realised she likes women. When she was little, she had a crush on her babysitter, and ever since then she just knew. You grow bashful when she asks you for your story.
âUh, Halle Berry as Catwoman? That did it for me,â you tell her as your cheeks heat up. Storm only vaguely remembers the film, but she still has in mind that all of her friends told her that the main character looked like her.Â
Itâs not that she didnât know you were attracted to her before, but that solidifies it. Now she just has to get rid of Logan.
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Storm is busy the next day and you miss her presence the entire morning. You woke up before her, your hands still intertwined from when you fell asleep like that, and â like a fucking loser idiot â you imagined what it was like to be her girlfriend and wake up next to her every day.
Now that you know she doesnât like Logan, you can fantasise about being with her again without the jealousy looming underneath if he got her before you. And she didnât just say she wasnât attracted to him (which is crazy) but that theyâre both not into each other (which is crazy of Logan). Both of your crushes are safe.
You decide to try out a new stretching routine to distract yourself from how much youâre missing Storm, your bestie who has no idea how much you like her. The positions are nothing you canât do, but theyâre definitely more challenging than your usual.
Loganâs not expecting to see you when he enters the gym; youâre not normally here at this time.
âHi,â he says. Your head is between your legs as youâre bent upside down. He crouches down to smile at you from between your thighs.
You grin, standing up to turn towards him to say hello.Â
âYâneed some help?â He asks. Itâs more of a rhetorical question, heâs being polite.
âActually, thereâs this stretch I canât get into. I think I should be able to do it, but I just need someone to help push me there.â
Logan huffs out a laugh. This is like the porn he plays in his head every night with you and him in the starring roles. âOf course. Where do you want me?â
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Itâs even better than he could have dreamed. He thought youâd need him to hold your hands and pull to add some resistance, but now youâre bent over in front of him and heâs pushing you into a stretch like a pervy gym instructor.Â
You keep letting out these little huffs every time you ask Logan to push you further. They sound awfully close to moans. His knee is pressing into the back of yours like you asked him to but you keep asking for more.
He changes up his position, standing behind you fully. If he moved even an inch forward youâd feel his cock pushing against your ass. Logan would usually feel like heâs taking advantage with all the thoughts running through his mind about little innocent you but youâre the one arching even further into him.
He thanks himself for his level of self control and how he manages not to get hard with your pretty ass pressed up against him. It fuels the animalistic side of him and he wants nothing more than to fuck you right here, right now.
It was obvious that you were attracted to him before, but with the way youâre pushing back against his crotch makes him realise that itâs far from innocent.
âThank you, that felt really good,â you tell him when you stand back up, losing balance after hanging your head upside down for so long. You use Loganâs chest to brace yourself, palms against the hard muscles there. His hands fly to your waist as he makes sure youâre alright. You nod shyly and, with another quick thanks, quickly make your way to your bathroom.
Heâs got you. Now he just has to get rid of Storm, and sheâs really good with you.
-
You check in Stormâs room after a long shower, but sheâs still out. You find Logan in the kitchen; heâs looking through the almost empty cabinets.Â
âWanna go shopping?â
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You didnât think grocery shopping could turn you on, but everything Logan does makes you want to rip off his clothes.Â
The little things fuel your crush in more heart-warming ways. Like how he picks all your favourite foods, holds the package up to you to ask for approval and places them into the cart that heâs pushing along with one hand as if itâs not full to the brim.Â
Heâs got it all down even to the most obscure snacks you like. Itâs sweet that he remembers and it makes you as dizzy as you felt during your sleepover with Storm. Itâs not like you really have a chance with either of them, if youâre being honest with yourself, so youâre fine liking them both.
But itâs his touch that drives you crazy.Â
Youâre trying to reach a snack on the top shelf. Youâre on your tiptoes and your fingertips are only an inch or so away from it. Just when youâre about to give up, you feel two strong hands on your waist, lifting you that tiny bit with no effort at all.Â
âThere you go,â Logan smiles down at you, taking the package from you and putting it in the cart. Your body still buzzes with the sparks of his touch.Â
Youâre not very helpful for the rest of the shopping trip. All youâre doing is staring at him. You almost fall to your knees when he reaches up to the top shelf and his shirt lifts a bit. You think seeing even just a tiny sliver of his abs might be the highlight of your day, until you remember how he was pushed up against you during your stretches earlier.Â
God, youâre so into him.Â
-
Storm finds Logan as soon as she gets home. She hasnât had a chance to talk to him since your revelation yesterday yet.
âSheâs in her bedroom,â Logan tells Storm when she comes in, assuming sheâs looking for you.
âI need to talk to you,â she crosses her arms, âShe told me yesterday that she thinks weâre into each other.â
Logan cringes, âWhat, us two? Is she blind?â
âApparently. I told her that itâs not like that but I donât know if she believed it. She thought we were flirting with each other at lunch the other day instead of with her.â
âAlright, we just need to stop making it so obvious weâre fighting over her. Letâs just not get in each otherâs way and sheâll choose whoever sheâll choose.â
âYeah,â Storm agrees.
Logan smiles, âI canât believe that stunt you pulled when she spilled the water. I mean, come on, that was so unfair, I canât just press a napkin to her tits.â
She laughs, âOkay Mister Bicep, we both have our benefits.â They smile at each other.
Storm huffs, and reluctantly admits: âI wish she looked at me the way she looks at your abs.â
âI wish she looked at me the way she looks at your chest.â
Theyâre standing next to each other now, staring at nothing, consumed by thoughts of you. Theyâre so into you.
âWhen did you realise you like her?â Storm asks.
âI donât remember an exact moment but itâs just, her gorgeous fucking face. And her whole clumsy thing just does it for me, I donât know.â
âI like it too. Sheâs so adorable when she gets all awkward.â
âIt makes me want to fuck her so bad,â they say at the same time, then laugh quietly.
Logan clears his throat, âNot to be crude but Iâd fuck all that nervousness out of her.â
âMe too. Until sheâs so exhausted she canât even begin to overthink anything.â
They exchange a look â this is getting too heated.
âMay the best one win,â Logan concludes, and with a last nod at each other, they both leave the kitchen.
-
Itâs a mutual friendâs birthday that week, and all three of you are going to the party.
Youâre walking to your room the evening of the party, and Logan opens his bedroom door just as youâre walking past it.
âHey, you got a minute?â Logan asks, âI need help with my outfit.â
You smile. Itâs an excuse to stare at Logan, of course youâll help.
He changes his shirt about five times â even though there are only two that he canât decide between. But every time he changes his top, there are a few seconds in which heâs half naked â his muscular, hairy, gorgeous chest and abs exposed, with that thick happy trail reminding you why itâs called that â and you forget all about what the previous shirt looked like.
You watch him change yet another time, quietly sighing to yourself because at some point you have to decide. You watch him button up his shirt and let your eyes roam over the lower part of his body.Â
His trousers are hugging his legs so deliciously, they must be tailored. And that sexy belt he always wears keeps sparkling with the reflection of the light, as if youâre not staring at his crotch enough anyway.
âSo this one?â Logan asks.Â
âY-yeah,â you nod, as if he doesnât look equally good in both shirts anyway.Â
âWhat do you think of the material?â He asks. You smile, getting up to feel it.Â
You place your hand on the side of his arm, trailing down it, feeling his muscles while you pretend to be feeling the shirt.Â
âI like how it feels,â Logan says, looking down at himself and rubbing his fingers over his clothed chest. You follow, bringing your palm to his collarbone to trace his body, from his chest to his lower abs.Â
âIt does feel nice,â you say. Itâs a normal dress shirt, made from whatever material theyâre usually made of, but with the warmth of Loganâs body itâs one of the best things youâve ever felt.Â
Distracted by his body, you donât realise Logan looking down at you, tracing your every feature with his eyes. He can practically see the water pooling in your mouth, and he doesnât need his enhanced senses to know that you want him in this moment.Â
He clears his throat and it makes you lose your balance, gripping Loganâs shirt to steady yourself as his hands fly to your waist.Â
âCareful, bub,â he smiles and you feel the heat on your cheeks. How can this man make you stumble without even moving?
âAre you gonna wear a tie?â you ask quietly â you canât trust your voice right now.Â
âIâve got one here,â Logan passes it to you. He feels like a tie might be a bit too formal for a birthday, but he wonât stop you from staying close.Â
You go on your tiptoes to drape the tie around his neck, nervously fiddling with the fabric. âActually, uh, I donât know how to tie a tie,â you admit, giggling at your own words.Â
âThatâs okay, bub, Iâll show you.âÂ
You donât retain any information as Logan helps you with his tie, guiding your fingers with his big, warm hands over yours.Â
Your breaths intertwine from standing so close, and you donât even realise that youâre on your tiptoes again, trying to get as close to Logan as possible.Â
You know that he can hear how fast your heart is beating, but when his tie is on and you smooth it down against his chest, you feel his own heart beating wildly against his ribcage.Â
Logan looks into your eyes, a soft smile on his lips, and you know whatâs going to happen. Youâre about to kiss.Â
He gently places his hand on the side of your face, leaning in.Â
Just when your lips are about to touch, you hear Storm calling out your name from the hallway.Â
âUh, Storm was gonna do my make-up,â you stutter, Loganâs hand still on your face. He silently drops it and smiles sadly, âyeah,â he says.Â
He moves back to stand in front of the mirror, taking the tie off again, âThink this is too much.â
You nod, âyeah. Sure. Iâll see you later.â
You walk out of Loganâs room with a weird feeling, but as soon as you get to Stormâs room itâs like nothing just happened.Â
It smells so good in her bedroom, a mix of her perfume and hair products and her clean bed sheets. She smiles at you, patting the bed for you to sit next to her.Â
You close the door behind you, creating a space for just the two of you. It always feels like that when youâre with her, even when there are other people around. Except for Logan maybe; heâs the only one who can get in without even trying â but itâs still different when itâs really just the two of you.Â
Youâre immediately lost in the world of beautiful Storm as she presents to you her outfit for the night; it fits her every curve and contour and you briefly wonder how you could ever think of her as nothing more than a friend. It breaks your heart that she only sees you as one, but it doesnât stop the desire you have for her and the joy you feel when youâre around her.
Storm does your make-up on her bed, both of you sitting cross-legged with your knees touching. Her hand is placed gently on your face as she does your eyeshadow.
âYouâre so naturally beautiful,â she tells you in her calm voice, âDonât really need any of this.â
You feel your heart beating wildly in your chest. She just means it as a friend, she just means it as a friend.
You gulp, âWish I looked like you. Youâre so gorgeous.â
She smiles at you softly, âThank you, but youâre perfect like this. Lips.â You open your mouth slightly so that she can apply your lipgloss for you. Even though sheâs using the applicator, it feels as intimate as if it were her finger.
She called you perfect.
Your eyes go down to her lips and you realise she hasnât put any product on her own lips yet. Youâre not sure what comes over you at your next question.
âYou want some too?â you ask, breathless, staring at her lips. Even though youâre not looking into her eyes, you can see her looking down at your lips and she smiles a beautiful, sexy smile and nods.
Storm briefly presses her lips to yours, the way straight girls sometimes do at parties â except that neither of you are straight and youâre not at a party, and you doubt that straight friends feel like this after kissing each other. You pull away instinctively, you donât want her thinking that you could ever even assume that she likes you like that. Youâre just friends, and you know that.
Still, you canât resist reaching out a finger to swipe the excess product over the top of her lip, and you let out a nervous giggle when you notice that her eyes are still on your lips.
An alarm on your phone interrupts you; you set it for 20 minutes before you have to leave to make sure you have everything. You didnât notice how close you and Storm were until you both pulled away at the noise.Â
The alert pulls you out of your Storm induced warm cloud, an uncomfortable feeling settling on your skin. Being the good friend she is, Storm realises immediately.
âWhatâs wrong?â she asks, a soft hand on your arm.
âNothing, I just get nervous about these types of parties sometimes. Thereâll be so many people I donât know, and itâll be so big and loud. I was thinking of taking a shot or something.â
Storm smiles, âNot that Iâm against a little shot for courage, but dâyou wanna know something natural that always helps me calm down?â
âMhm, what is it?â
âI feel like a nice orgasm always makes me calmer. Just a quick one with my fingers or a vibrator.â
Her words knock the air out of you. Somehow, you manage to respond. âIâve always wanted to use toys but I donât have any. I should really get one,â you chuckle nervously.
âIâm happy to share one of mine if you donât mind,â she looks deep into your eyes and all you can do is nod your head pathetically. There are some types of thoughts youâve done your hardest not to let into your head â sheâs your friend, she wouldnât want you thinking about her like that â and now sheâs the one putting them there on purpose.
She twists her lips, almost.. nervously? and, in a low voice, says: âYou think an orgasm right now would help you?â
Again, you donât manage to say any words but you do nod your head, biting your lip.Â
âYou wanna do it yourself or can I stay?â she asks, one shoulder pulled up seductively.
âS-stay,â you stutter.
âI could eat you out if you want, but no pressure. I just feel like thatâs the quickest way.â
You take a deep breath. All kinds of thoughts are shooting through your head, but maybe sheâs just horny. During your sleepover the other day, she told you how she hasnât had sex in a while, and how she gets off on making her partners come, so maybe itâs just a natural desire that she wants to make someone other than herself come again for once. Itâs got nothing to do with you, you know that, but you revel in the knowledge that she at least finds you attractive enough to want to make you come, even if itâs just as a friend.
Youâre also confused. Your ex always took hours to make you come with his mouth, but, still, you believe every word coming from Stormâs pretty lips.
You nod, âYe-yeah. If thatâs okay with you. Thatâs a very uh, very nice, friendly favour.â You have to make sure she knows that youâre not delusional, thinking this is more than friendly.Â
As you squirm in your seat, you miss Stormâs little sigh of frustration at your oblivion. Instead of pitying herself, she decides sheâll show you why you should be more than friends.
âYâready?â she asks, blessing your ears with her bedroom voice.
âYes,â you breathe.Â
Your next breath catches in your throat as Storm leans in to press the most gentle kiss youâve ever experienced to the side of your neck. Sheâs warm and soft and smells like heaven.
Her lips slowly press along your pulse point, the tip of her tongue darting out as she makes her way up to your ear. Her teeth scrape along your earlobe, but she doesnât bite. You almost whimper when her warm mouth is gone from your ear.
Storm slides her hand to your jaw, moving her thumb to your lower lip, âMay I?â
You nod quickly, and she pulls your lower lip down, sliding her thumb into your mouth to wet it.
You suck on her thumb, mouth watering at having her so close. Storm takes her hand away from your face with a satisfied hum and gently folds your skirt up to your hips, pulling your panties to the side.
She giggles, âyâgot such cute underwear.â You look down and remember the panties you decided to put on today â pink underwear with cherries and a red lace trim. You werenât expecting anyone to see it, let alone Storm. Before you have time to get embarrassed, her thumb is on your clit.
You gasp at the first contact, and your knees buckle. Youâre glad youâre already sitting down. She goes to kneel on her soft carpet, sitting down between your legs.
Her breath is on your pussy and you feel yourself clenching around nothing.
âWhat a pretty fucking pussy,â Storm whispers, more to herself, and impatiently pulls your underwear out of the way more harshly, making sure it stays there. She looks up at you from between your legs, pushing your knees up to your chest, and you bite your lip.
This doesnât feel so friendly anymore. Unless she just gets off on making her pretty friends come.
Storm sucks her thumb into her mouth to wet it again and begins to gently rub your clit in circles. She realises how wet you already are and smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to your clit.Â
âThere you go,â she says quietly, and then puts her mouth on you. She runs her tongue through your folds and sheâs so gentle. Youâre torn between enjoying it and wanting more.
âFeels so good,â you mumble, and Storm grips the flesh of your thigh to hold you still.Â
She smiles against you, âYeah?â and brings her middle and ring finger to your pussy. Licking your clit, she pushes two fingers into you, slowly making her way inside even though youâre more than wet enough.
Your pussy makes a squelching sound against her fingers as she begins to fuck into you, curling her fingers up to rub against your g-spot. You gasp when you first feel her there, your head dropping to the side in pleasure as you moan.
She pulls her fingers out to suck them into her mouth, tasting you with a satisfied hum, âTaste so good, baby.â You get even wetter at that name alone, squirming beneath her gaze.
âBe a good girl for me and stay still, okay?â she asks, mouth connecting with your pussy again as she looks up at you. You nod desperately, hoping she canât feel the intense heat spreading over your face down to your chest.
She slides two fingers back into you, fucking you gently but precisely, and you already feel the excitement building up in your belly. Stormâs tongue dances over your clit, exactly how you need it to. The only thing missing now is just a liittle more friction.
Itâs like she can read your mind, continuing to fuck into your wet pussy at a steady pace, as she begins to suck on your clit. You see stars immediately.
Her mouth has been on you for only a few minutes when sheâs got you coming on her tongue and fingers. You whimper her name as you arch your back, hips chasing her face to prolong your orgasm as it crashes over you in waves.
She pulls her fingers out and rubs your clit for a bit longer until youâre squirming again, patting your pussy before she gets up. âGoodâ, she simply says, biting her lip.
âYou feel better?â she smiles at you, innocently sucking your arousal off her fingers as if itâs something sheâs done a million times before. As if itâs a normal thing to do with a friend.
âYeah, much better,â you smile shyly, wondering how to ask her what that was.
She sits down right next to you, pulling your panties and skirt back in place, keeping her hand on your thigh afterwards. She smiles at you, and it feels so intimate. Storm reaches for the lipgloss again, âItâs all wiped away. Here.â
You smile and let her apply the lipgloss again. Storm places a hand on the bed next to your hip to lean in as she does so. She puts the lipgloss away but stays close. She looks at your lips. Your heart starts beating furiously in your chest â sheâs about to kiss you.
This time itâs Logan who interrupts you. He calls out your name from the hallway, itâs time to leave.
Storm sits back, âyou ready?â
âYeah,â you nod. She takes your hand as you leave her room. You donât let go even when you see Logan, his eyes immediately finding your intertwined hands.
He doesnât know what it means. There are plenty of platonic girlfriends that hold hands.Â
You donât know what it means either, but you know you like the feeling.
-
You donât mean to get drunk but thatâs kind of what happens when you subconsciously try to keep up with mutants with healing factors that make it almost impossible for them to get drunk.
You arrived at the party still hand-in-hand with Storm and spent the first half joined at the hip with her. Logan couldnât even get you alone for a second because every time one of you left for the bathroom the other went too without hesitation.
Logan finally finds you alone in the kitchen, looking for another drink.
âYâsure you should have more to drink?â he smiles.
You notice him then, âLogan!â you run over to hug him.
Being drunk makes you more affectionate.
âCan you mix me a drink?â you ask Logan, his arm still around your waist. It feels good there.
âMaybe you want water for now?â
You pout at him drunkenly, taking a step back and folding your arms, âYouâre just jealous you canât get drunk. Doesnât mean Iâm not allowed to.â
Logan lifts his arms in defence, ââCourse youâre allowed to, bub. Just making sure youâre up for it. What do you want?â
-
You, Logan and Storm end up in the living room at the mansion. Youâve been very entertaining in your drunk state but, more importantly, you decided to hold one of their hands each in your lap in the back of the car on the way home. They know you get like this when you drink, and theyâd never try anything with you like this, of course. But they could have a bit of harmless fun.
Itâs your idea to play never have I ever, but the two of them are just as happy to. Youâre playing the game with water instead of alcohol, but thatâs probably better for you anyway.
Storm and Logan resist the urge to make the game sexual; theyâre unsure what youâd be comfortable with if you were sober. Youâre the one who makes it explicit.
âNever have I everâŚâ youâre leaning the bottle of water against your cheek to cool yourself down, âhad a threesome.â
The room is immediately struck with tension. Logan and Storm exchange a look that you miss. How have they not thought of this before?Â
You look at them expectantly.
Itâs a perfectly innocent statement â well, innocent in a way that youâre not implying anything to them specifically. Even in your wildest thoughts youâve only fantasised about one of them at a time.Â
Your eyes are on Storm but she shakes her head. Logan drinks. He shrugs, âBeen alive for so long, you try some things.â
Youâre torn between arousal and jealousy, but settle on arousal. You forget all about the game.
âIâm not that experienced,â you tell them honestly, âIâd love to experiment a bit but I get shy. Not that Iâmâ um, not a threesome necessarily. Iâm just saying.â You clear your throat, averting your eyes.
âHow many people have you been with?â Storm asks, voice soft.
You swallow, unsure whether to count her or not. Does it count if it was with a friend? âJust my ex boyfriend.â
âThereâs been no one else?â Logan asks, and you shake your head in embarrassment.
âI told you Iâm shy.â
âNothing wrong with being shy,â he says, âIt can be endearing. Donât you think, Storm?â
When you turn to her, her eyes are already on you, âI agree.â
Your face feels hot and youâre suddenly nervous. Theyâre both flirting with you, if the alcohol isnât deceiving you, and you donât know who you like more. You think of some stupid ânever have I everâ statement to change the topic. They do you the favour of playing along.
Itâs not long until you all go to bed, going your separate ways but not without a long hug from both of them.
-
The next morning, Logan and Storm meet in front of your room. Sheâs made breakfast for you and heâs brought you water and some aspirin.
âI should have thought of that,â they say at the same time. Logan knocks at your door.
âItâs us,â Storm says after another knock.
Youâre not in your bedroom.
They look for you in the entire mansion, but youâre not there.
âMaybe sheâs walking off her hangover,â Logan shrugs, starting to eat the food Storm made for you as theyâre standing in the kitchen.
They donât see you all day.
Stormâs in the kitchen in the evening, starting to worry. She knows youâre not far, and you can handle yourself, but sheâs worried youâre embarrassed about what you said when you were drunk, or regretting what you did before the party yesterday.
There are footsteps coming down the hallway, and she knows itâs you before youâre there.
âHey,â she smiles when she sees you.
âHi.â
âHavenât seen you all day.â
âSorry,â you sit down next to her, a shy smile on your face, âDidnât mean to disappear. I just needed to think.â
Storm breathes. âYeah, thatâs okay. What were you thinking about?â Her heart starts beating faster.
âWell, Iâve been thinking about what Logan said yesterday. And I donât know if Iâm misinterpreting things and I donât want to make anything awkward between us or anythingâŚâ you look at her in worry, and she takes your hand. Sheâs not sure what you mean but she knows you need her encouragement to say it.Â
You continue, âI donât know but maybe⌠maybe Logan could show us what a threesome is like?â
All the worry on your face melts away when Storm grips your hand tighter and gets up. She grins as she pulls you upstairs.
She walks you to Loganâs room and, without knocking, pushes his door open, âMy bedroom. Right now.â He follows you without question.Â
âLock the door behind you,â Storm tells Logan when youâre all in her bedroom. Your skin is on fire.
âWhatsâs going on?â Logan has his arms folded, a smile playing on his lips.
His eyes are on you but you look over at Storm, who just smirks.
âAre you gonna make me say it again?â you ask, horrified.
âYou got this, baby,â she tells you, and hearing her call you that again gives you courage.
You look at the floor, âUh, I donât know if you two want to do that with me but. I was thinking maybe we could, like, have, um, a threesome?â You were a lot smoother in your head.
Logan raises his eyebrows, âYou donât know if we want to do that with you? You tellinâ me you havenât noticed whatâs been goinâ on, bub?â Heâs right in front of you now, hands holding your face.
âUhâŚâ you know he can feel your skin heating up under his fingers.
âWant you so fucking bad. Both of us,â Logan nods towards Storm.
âOh.â
(Logan decides this isnât the time to tell you that his threesome was with two guys.)
They both grin at each other and Logan walks you to Stormâs bed. They sit down on either side of you â you donât even know where to look. You donât know who to kiss first.
Storm makes the decision for you, gently turning your head towards her. You lean in without another word.
This time you get more than a peck. Her mouth is hungry and wet against yours, her lips soft. Youâre kissing messily and loudly, and you do your best not getting on top of her yet. You pull away only because Loganâs there too.
âBeen dying to do that since last night,â you smile.
âI know,â Storm giggles, âKnew you appreciated my friendly favour.â You hide your face in her neck at her teasing. Youâre not sure how you could be so stupid. Now you know itâs more than friendship.
âWhatâs that?â Logan asks, an eyebrow raised.
You bite your lip, âWeâll tell you later.â
Before he can question it, you pull Logan closer by his shirt. His kisses are rougher, but not in a bad way. His beard scratches against your cheek with the desperation in his kisses, and heâs pulling you closer. You moan into his mouth as his tongue slips between your lips, and you grab a fistful of his shirt.
Storm starts kissing the side of your neck, the way she did last night, and youâre so lost in pleasure that you stop kissing Logan.
âToo hot,â you mumble, pulling off your top absentmindedly. They both stop what theyâre doing.
âYou wear stuff like this all the time?â Logan smirks, finger slipping under your bra strap. You forgot about the lingerie you put on for them.
You shake your head, âThought we might do this tonight.â
Logan grins and starts kissing your shoulder, pulling one of your bra straps down with his teeth. Storm turns your head back to her and kisses you again â gentle, teasing pecks from her soft lips to yours. She kisses over your cheek and your jaw, begins to gently nibble on your earlobe.
Logan pauses when his mouth is at your wrist, âYou know, bub, the problem with pretty lingerie like this is that it ends up coming off again real quick.â
Youâre already so horny from two pairs of lips on you that you can barely speak. âDoesnât sound like a problem to me at all,â you mumble.Â
âCan we take it off, baby?â Storm asks.
âPlease.â
You feel Stormâs fingers at your back, opening your bra, and Logan is the one who pulls it off.Â
They both sigh when they see your tits for the first time, moving to the breast closest to them. Logan thumbs over your nipple, gently playing with it while Storm wraps her lips around your other nipple. You feel yourself getting so wet.Â
âH-how aboutââ you take a deep breath to calm yourself down, âhow about you take your clothes off too.â
âHow about you take them off?â Storm bites her lip.Â
You nod quickly, lifting her top over her head to find her bare underneath. You trace your hands over her perfect tits, cupping them as your thumbs rub over her nipples and she lets out the sweetest moan.Â
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Logan moving to take off his shirt so you quickly turn to him, grabbing hold of his shirt to do it yourself while Storm stands up to take off her trousers.Â
You pull off Loganâs shirt and, even though youâve seen him shirtless before, youâre mesmerised by the muscles and the hair and how good he looks.Â
âYâlike what you see, bub?â He smirks and you bite your lip, resisting kissing him. You move on to his belt, trying to ignore how Logan gropes your tits as you get him naked except for his boxers.Â
Storm sits between your legs, helping you out of your trousers and you all move to the middle of the bed. Youâre panting before anything has even started, âSorry, itâs just cause Iâm excited,â you breathe, grinning with anticipation.Â
âItâs okay,â Storm kisses you behind your ear.Â
âSo are we, bub,â Logan tells you, moving to press his lips to the side of your neck. He kisses further up, to your jaw, while Stormâs lips ghost over your collarbone on your other side.Â
Excitement builds up in your belly, your skin tingling all over. You kiss whoever is closer to you â itâs Logan â and start making out with him. The only way to accurately describe the kiss is to say that itâs sloppy. Loganâs devouring you, licking your lips and into your mouth.Â
You carefully feel for Stormâs face and donât stop kissing Logan until sheâs right next to you too so you can kiss her instead. She puts a hand behind your neck to pull you in, and you lean your hand on Loganâs leg to steady yourself.Â
When your hand moves just an inch, you feel how hard he is, and how big. You force yourself to pull away from Storm, your lips already kissed raw.
Loganâs thigh tenses under your hand, âHow are we gonna do this?â
âDonât know, just wanna cum,â you say. You donât want to seem petulant, but youâve never been this turned on in your life. Your underwear is soaked through and it almost hurts how badly you need to be fucked right now.
âWe got you, baby,â Logan says, âCan I take these off?â He starts to pull at the waistband of your panties where they hug your hip, and you nod quickly.
Storm gets up to walk to her nightstand, but you canât focus on her too. Your mind is on Logan all but ripping your panties down your legs, discarding them somewhere on the carpet.Â
He takes your knees to push your thighs up to your chest as you lie down, your head supported by a pillow.
âGod, look at you. So fucking pretty. Look at her, Storm,â Logan says, spreading you open for him to take all of you in.
Storm smirks at Logan, âI know.â
You feel Loganâs eyes going between you and her, but sheâs leaning down to kiss you so all of your senses are taken over by her.
âGot this just for you, baby,â Storm stops kissing you, pulling something out of the drawer of her nightstand. Sheâs holding a pink, soft silk bag, âHad a feeling you might want to play.â She pulls out a pink dildo, and you bite your lip as she kisses you again.
Logan asks you something twice before you register what heâs saying, lightly squeezing your ankle to get your attention.
âHuh?â you pull away from the kiss.
âCan I eat your pussy?â
You nod, âBut I want you inside me.â
Logan smiles, âAlright, just let me get a taste first. Been dying to know how you taste.â
Storm lies down next to you on her stomach to kiss you some more. Her lips trail over your shoulders and move up to your neck.
Logan bends down so his face is between your legs, and he shakes his head in disbelief. âYouâre so wet already, bub. So fucking pretty,â he smiles, moving to lick all the way up your pussy once.Â
âHere,â he pulls your legs over his shoulders as he settles between them. He pushes two of his thick fingers into your pussy and puts his mouth on you. His tongue on you is fast and skilled, but you still need more.
ââS not enough,â you whine, and Logan looks up, smiling.
âNeed me inside?â he asks, wiping his mouth thatâs smeared with you with the back of his hand. You nod, staring in awe as he finally takes off his boxers and you get to see his hard cock in all its glory.
âYâgonna be okay, bub? Itâs kinda big,â he teases. You can see that. But all you can do is keep staring with an open mouth and nod. Storm wipes some spit from the corner of your mouth and gives you a quick kiss.
âYou got this, baby,â she tells you, cupping one of your tits while she strokes over your hair with her other hand.
âYeah,â you say, eyes not leaving Loganâs cock.
âYou ready?â he asks, bending down to give you a long, wet kiss.
âMhmm, need it so bad.â
He chuckles as he spreads your legs for him again, rubbing the tip of his cock along your pussy. Itâs so wet you can hear it.
Logan slowly pushes inside you, and you gasp when he fills you up. Heâs big, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.
âTheeere you go, bub. So fucking tight fâme. Taking me so well,â he starts to thrust into you in a gentle rhythm, fucking you deep but pacing himself.
It takes you a few moments to get used to his size, but Stormâs kisses at your neck help you ease into it. You canât believe this is happening â you never would have thought youâd be with either of them, especially not with both and at the same time.
âFeels so good,â you moan weakly, pulling Storm to kiss you again. You whine when she lets go, but sheâs sitting up at your side again soon, holding the dildo. You nod before sheâs even said anything.
âLet me,â she leans over to Logan, who pulls out of you. Storm fucks your pussy with the cool silicone for just a moment, and itâs wet with your arousal when she brings it up to your chest.Â
She teases you first, rubbing the wet tip of the dildo over your nipples, trailing it up your chest and over your cheek, smearing your own arousal over your face. You bite your lip in frustration, and look down to see Logan jerking off to the sight of you spread out for him. You canât decide who of them you need more.
Youâre salivating just at the thought of Storm fucking your mouth with the toy, and you hum when she rubs it across your lips.
âClose your mouth, baby,â Storm says when youâre about to take it in your mouth. She leans over you and lets her spit drop onto your mouth, smiling as she trails the tip of the dildo around your mouth, your lips desperately parting for it.
âHere, baby,â she says finally, pushing the dildo past your lips. You moan around it, taking the silicone as deep as you can.Â
Storm fucks your mouth with it and all itâs doing is making you even more horny. The sound of Loganâs slicked hand on his cock stops, and heâs grabbing your thighs to spread them more, finally fucking you again. This time his pace is rougher, and itâs exactly what you need.
Stormâs wet lips are on your jaw as she continues to push the toy in and out of your mouth as you suck on it eagerly. She bites her lip as she leans over you to watch you, pushing the dildo in just a bit more.
âDoing such a good job, baby,â she hums, holding your chin.
âYeah, being such a good girl for us,â Logan rasps, voice hoarse as he fucks you, âLook so fucking sexy with your lips wrapped around a cock.â You know he can feel your pussy clench around him at his words and he smirks, rubbing your clit with his thumb.
As you focus back on the cock in your mouth, you notice that Stormâs free hand is down her panties, and you can see her getting worked up too, a bead of sweat rolling down the valley of her tits.
You hum around the dildo and she pulls it out. âWanna eat your pussy,â you tell her, voice almost whiny.
She smiles, sitting up to pull down her underwear. You reach out to touch the flesh of her thigh, and all you want to do is taste her.
You get up, disregarding how Logan slips out of you as you turn around to get on all fours. Storm sits down in front of you, leaning against the headboard.
âIâve never done this,â you tell her, leaning down with your ass in the air. Logan positions your hips so he can rub the tip of his cock through your folds, and you take a moment to close your eyes and focus back on Storm.
âThatâs okay, baby,â she tells you, âI know youâll do well.â
You nod eagerly as you spread her legs, leaning in to press a kiss to her clit. Youâre addicted as soon as you taste her. You open your mouth wider to lick up all of her that you can, attaching your mouth to Stormâs pussy like you never want to let go.
Her hand goes to the top of your head, careful not to mess up your hair as she spreads her knees wider to accommodate you between them.
You lick at Stormâs clit, tongue trailing down to taste her some more. You revel in the sounds she makes when you start to make out with her pussy, all but putting your face in it.
Itâs then that Logan begins to fuck you again, pushing his dick all the way inside your wet pussy. Heâs rocking into you so much that it makes your whole body move forwards and backwards with his thrusts, and you can barely focus on Stormâs pussy.
âSorry, bubâ, Logan says from behind you when he notices that youâve stopped, but you can hear from his voice that heâs not sorry at all. You and Storm smile at each other as you grip her thigh to hold yourself in place and go down on her again.
You get the hang of eating pussy quickly, paying attention to the sounds Storm makes and what makes her knees tremble around your head.
She comes against your lips when you suck her clit into your mouth. Her hand is at the back of your head, hips chasing your face as you play with her clit through her orgasm.Â
Being between Stormâs thighs as she comes ignites a fire in your core, and Loganâs fucking you so good, getting messy from how close he is.
You push yourself up on your arms to kiss Storm, smearing her wetness over her lips as you make out. She has to hold your face so that you donât move too much with Loganâs thrusts, but youâre too weak to keep kissing her as you get closer to your orgasm.
âYou close, bub? Gonna cum inside you,â Logan grunts from behind you.
âMhmm, donât stop, please.â
âI got you, baby, I got you. Doinâ so well,â he grabs your hips to fuck you even deeper as you arch your back. He hits that sweet spot inside you, and one of his hands sneaks down over your belly to rub your clit.Â
Even though you can hear him starting to lose his breath, trying hard not to come yet, he plays with your clit in a way thatâs perfect, and your orgasm has you biting back your moans because youâre scared of how loud theyâd be.
Logan blows his load in you before youâre done coming, and it prolongs your own orgasm as he fills you with his cum, somehow even deeper inside you than he was before.
You almost collapse when heâs done with you, smiling as you roll over to lie on your back.
Storm lies down next to you and kisses you while Logan gets the bottle of water from her nightstand. She drinks a sip first and then passes it to you.
Logan chugs the rest of the water when youâre done, his adamâs apple bobbing as a drop of sweat slides down his neck. You follow it all the way over his glistening abs and down into his happy trail. You notice then that heâs hard again â or still hard â and youâve finally got the answer to that question youâve spent nights thinking about, wondering if his healing factor also applies to his sex drive.
âYou want more, bub?â Logan asks as Storm starts kissing your neck in that way she knows how to do so well.
You nod as you sit up, Storm getting the dildo as she gets behind you, Logan sitting in front of you.
âCan I fuck you, baby?â Storm asks, hand trailing down the back of your spine and over your ass as you get on all fours again.
âYeah,â you tell her, looking back at her with a smile, a new desire forming deep in you.
You get between Loganâs legs, leaning in to kiss him again. Every time his mouth is on you, it feels like heâs devouring you, and itâs one of the best feelings youâve ever had. Heâs all tongue and teeth.
âCan I suck your cock?â you ask against his lips, your mouth squished up with his hand grabbing your face.
âBeen waiting for this since I saw you for the first time, bub. Donât know if Iâll last long.â You never thought youâd hear Logan of all people say those words, but it turns you on that you could reduce even a man like Logan to nothing but his most primal needs.
You grin as you wetly kiss down his chest, arching your back so your ass is in the air for Storm.
âSo pretty,â she mumbles, lost in her own world as she runs the tip of the dildo through your folds, and you almost lose balance.
Loganâs cock leans against the side of your face as you kiss all the way down to his happy trail, and without further thought, you take him into your mouth. You can still taste a bit of yourself on him.Â
Storm starts fucking you with the dildo just as youâre getting into going down on Logan, and you pull your mouth off his cock. Somehow the dildo feels bigger in your pussy than it did with your mouth. Storm knows exactly what sheâs doing.
âDidnât realise how big it was,â you say, steadying your hands against Loganâs big thighs as you fuck back against the toy.
âNot bigger than me, bubâ Logan grumbles, and you giggle.
âWe know, big boy. Itâs not a competition,â Storm tells him, and even though you canât see their faces you know this just became a competition for them. And you really donât mind the two people you have a crush on competing on who can make you come more often.
âCan I play with your ass, baby?â Storm asks you when youâve adjusted to the toy in you and youâre back to trying to stuff all of Loganâs cock in your mouth. You moan around his dick.
âWhat was that, princess?â itâs Logan who asks.
âYeah, you can,â you turn to face Storm, âBut Iâve never done that before.â
âItâs okay. Iâll be gentle. Logan, can you pass me the lube from over there?â Logan ignores her â itâs not on purpose, but youâve gone back to putting your wet mouth on him and youâre sucking his cock, and itâs hard to focus on anything but your wet mouth.
You pull away and look up at Logan, and he passes the lube after seeing the pretty smile you give him.
âFuck, bub, so fucking gorgeous,â he says, bringing your face up to his to give you a kiss and then getting up to sit next to Storm.
âJust relax for us, baby,â Storm says, and youâll never get tired of hearing her call you that.
Logan rubs a hand across your ass cheek, kneading your flesh. He finds his discarded shirt at the edge of the bed, wiping down your inner thighs that are dripping with his cum to try and stop Stormâs sheets from getting too messy.Â
He runs his hand softly up your spine as Storm squeezes drops of lube onto your ass. Loganâs hand goes back down, settling between your legs to gently play with your clit, not to make you cum but to relax you.
âSo pretty,â Storm says absentmindedly as she rubs her thumb over your tight hole.
âCan you come over here?â you ask Logan, feeling weird with both of them at your back. You like having one at each side.
âIâm here, bub,â he sits down in front of you again, lifting your head to rest your cheek on his meaty thigh instead. He gently runs the back of his hand over your other cheek as you sink down into the bed with your upper body.
Storm gently pushes the tip of her finger into your ass, âThat feel okay?â
âFeels good,â you hum, letting her go deeper as she simultaneously starts to fuck your pussy with the dildo.
âSuch a good girl, hmm?â Logan coos from above you and you sigh in pleasure.
âDoing so well,â Storm tells you, thumb hooked in your ass as she begins to fuck your pussy more roughly. You instinctively start fucking back, your hips moving on their own as you get up on all fours again.
Loganâs biting his lip as he watches you take Storm, hand reaching down to jerk off again, but you shove his hand away. âI wanna,â you pout, wrapping your hand around him.
ââM not stopping you,â he tells you, sitting back as you make him feel good with your hand.
âIâm close,â you say, suddenly feeling the pleasant pressure between your thighs, looking back at Storm who smirks at your words.
She fucks into you more roughly, the added stimulation by your ass making you tip over the edge. You let go of Logan and grab his thigh to keep your balance as your orgasm flows through you, even better than the previous one.
She pulls out of you slowly, rubbing a hand over your ass cheek.
âWanna make you cum again,â you turn to Storm.
âLater, baby, come sit on my face,â she says, and how are you meant to resist that?
She lies down on the bed and you straddle her, careful to balance your weight out on your knees rather than on her, âyou sure?â
âCâmere,â she says, pulling you down onto her face, and youâre lost in the pleasure of her tongue on your clit for a few moments before you can even open your eyes again. You take Logan by his wrist and make him stand up in front of you so you can keep sucking his cock.
You suck on Loganâs dick as eagerly as Stormâs tongue is on your pussy, spit running down to his balls like itâs running down the side of Stormâs mouth. You hover over her to let her breathe but she pulls you back down.
âDonât worry about me, I can handle you.â
She sucks on your clit with a new intensity, and you forget all about Loganâs cock as it slips out of your mouth and slides wetly across your cheek. You clumsily stick out your tongue, and Logan chuckles, âSo fucked out already, hm?â He jerks off in front of your face, holding you in place. He begins to fuck against the inside of your cheek, filling your mouth with his cock.
You hum, not really listening but simply taking his cock in your mouth as the pleasure builds up inside you when Storm pushes her tongue into you. Her hands are on your ass and she sucks on your clit harder.Â
Your back arches as you suddenly cum again, cheeks hollowing around Loganâs cock in the process as you suck him in deeper. Storm plays with your clit for a few more moments, lifting you to roll to the side, and your knees sink into the mattress.
âSuch a good girl. Yâgonna make me cum again?â Logan says from above, and you look at him with puppy eyes as you take as much of him as you can.
âBeen doinâ such a good job all night, baby. You can take him deeper,â Storm says, watching you. Youâre going down on Logan but you want her praise too, so you take as much as you can of Logan under both their gazes.
âFuuuck, babyâ Logan groans, his cum spilling down your throat as you swallow him eagerly and he fucks your mouth until heâs finished, the wet sound of his cock in your mouth echoing through the room.
When heâs done coming, Logan lifts you to kiss him, and you know you still taste like him. Storm is on your other side, and you turn to kiss her, both their hands on you as you keep kissing.
-
Youâve lost count of how many orgasms youâve each had by the time you collapse in a tired heap of sweat and lust and endorphins.Â
Youâre sandwiched between them, your pussy feeling as warm as your heart.
âNot that itâs a competition but I think I made her come more times than you did,â Logan tells Storm over you.Â
She props herself up on one elbow, smirking at you, âYou wanna tell him?â
You shake your head shyly, looking over to smile at Logan. Youâre close to falling asleep, only half registering what theyâre saying anyway.
âHelped our beautiful girl calm down before the party last night. Tasted better than the birthday cake.â
Logan smiles, âCanât even be mad at you, I wouldâve done the same.â
They notice you drifting off, pressing gentle kisses to your lips one after the other. You feel Stormâs hand on your face.
âLook how gorgeous our girl is,â Logan says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. Those are the last words you hear before you fall asleep.
Our girl. You like it.Â
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ESCAPADE â Logan Howlett
Summary: For a weekend, you and Logan decide to travel away from the school. Needless to say, you can't keep your hands off each other.
Pairing: Established Logan x female mutant reader. Also teacher!reader at Xavier's school. Set after DoFP ending where everyone is alive because I say so, but can be read however you want lol.
Warnings: pure smut, unprotected p in v, sex at a motel, reverse cowgirl, dirty talk, all the smutty stuff.
Notes: main language is not English, but hope you enjoy this filthy drabble. I need him to rail me so bad, bye.
GEN MASTERLIST!
God, he missed this so fucking much.
Logan groans, hands grabbing tightly your hips as you fuck yourself on top of him. Your ass against his skin every time you lower down to impale on his cock, over and over.
The sight is just completely perfect, holding yourself against his abdomen, back against his chest as he rests by the head of the bed.
And shit, he loves to hear you so damn much. Hear you whimper, moan, and sigh with every thrust he gives up to meet your flesh. He even would love to see your tits bouncing in front of him...
âFuck, yes!â
That sweet out-loud moan leaving your lips causes him to pick up the pace. Your praise never fails to make him go feral, going rough and faster than before.
âShit, right there- fuck! Feels so good!â Your pussy walls welcoming his cock, glistening with your arousal every time he almost pulled completely outside your hole.
It was your second day in that same motel room, fucking like animals. This wasnât the plan at all when you originally left the mansion. Both of you just needed to be away at least for a couple of days to have time for yourselves, far from everything and everyone. You wanted to have an actual trip with nice dates, good food, and see the city, but the short time you two had was enough to just have you there on the bed, round after round. He missed your sweet sounds, that dirty side of you when no one was around. How youâd let him rail you as he pleased.
This is all he wanted. It is all he needs right now. You, on top of him, spread and ready for his cock to fuck your guts all day and night.
âShit, youâre right there already again?â he grunts, feeling himself squeezed by your cunt.
He knows youâre close. And you just came again a couple of moments ago. Neither of you is counting how many times you already came as he fucked you. You whimper again, biting your lip and scratching his skin with your nails.
âYeah, you there again,â he chuckles with that raspy voice. Immediately, his hands take you by the back of your knees, accomodating you on his lap. You yelp and stop for a second, letting him guide you again. Logan doesnât give you a moment to get adjusted to new angle, instead thrusting up and fucking you so good that he knows the whole place is now aware of what is happening inside your room.
âI love how you feel around me,â he bites the shell of your ear as you arch your back, head on his shoulder, feeling a sweet release hitting you. âSo fucking warm and wet, always ready for meâŚâ
His voice does things on you and finally, your legs start shaking, pussy throbbing around his still hard cock.
âShit-shit-oh!â
You try to close your thighs together but he does such a great job on keeping you spread for him, your hands are on his wrists trying to keep him away, but as much as you are a mutant yourself, Logan is too fucking strong even for you. You feel that familiar sting on your belly, crying out loud due to the overstimulation. The sensation is everywhere, taking upon your senses.
âFucking come around me, baby,â Logan hisses, hips stuttering before finally spilling inside you with a low grunt, filling you up to the brim. His thrusts slow down, just enough to make sure you take his hot seed inside your cunt.
And then, in the aftermath, he leans against your cheek, placing soft kisses and mumbling against your ear as you take it all.âYeah, thatâs it⌠Such a good girlâŚâ
âThat was so good,â you mumble, angling your face so you finally kiss him, slow and wet, until he softens inside you. The feeling of his beard burns your skin deliciously every time you kiss. âTired already?â you tease with a smirk once your lips are apart.
But he is thrusting into you softly again. You moan but smile back at him.
âYâknow I never grow tired of you, I might have to show you again, sweetheart.â
You clench around him, teasingly.
âWith pleasure.â
He grunts in response. If only you had more time...
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yearning | jjk one shot
the one that finds you in Jungkook's doorstep after a night out...
Description: idol!jungkook x reader, fwbÂ
Content: porn with loads of plot!
Word Count: 7.5k
Warnings: oc smokes 1 cigarette lol, theyâre so flirty ouch, so much kissing, cutest little dynamic, dry humping (a personal fave in this house), fingering, protected sex (theyâre so smart!!), loads of spanking, jaykay ass man forever.Â
Authorâs Note: i once sworn to never write idol aus because⌠i know nothing about this man ok? i do not claim to know what heâs like in a relationship or a situationship or in his personal life!! so please thread carefully when reading <3333 that being said, his lives last year and these first couple of episodes of âare you sure?â have me feeling very delulu so here u go!! hope you enjoy xo
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The moment you exit the club, a gust of summer breeze engulfs you. It makes you wrap your arms around your body, but it amounts to nothing, the little black dress that youâd made the executive decision to wear, in the name of fashion, betraying you. The tequila shots you'd downed before leaving the house sure had deceived your senses, too.
Needless to say, you regret said decision, a shiver running down your spine all the way to your legs, making you jump a little in place as you tipsily look around you. Youâd cut the night short. Your friends had found another lonely pair theyâd quickly gotten cozy with, leaving you to drink one too many gin & tonics all by yourself. You hadnât minded it for the first two hours, enjoying the music, sparking conversation with the bartender from time to time and entertaining the occasional stranger. Eventually though, it became boring, predictable, and youâd be lying if you said it didnât make you feel a little shitty about yourself.Â
It was all getting repetitive. Friday nights, the same faces, small talk, ice breakers. Even the strangers you met had a similar M.O., making it all seem predictable. It made it feel like a waste of self, more than a waste of time, and it ate at you in moments like these, where it was strange to feel lonely amongst a sea of people, unable to shake the feeling.
The bright city lights illuminate the night, lacing it with something livelier than your mood and you smile. At least the scenery is always pretty. Pretty places. You hear the laughter of a group of people that stand a couple of feet away from you, they seem happy in that genuine way that reflects in pure, unadulterated beauty. Pretty people.Â
You think of him.Â
Itâs rather instant. Or perhaps instinctive. The very own butterfly effect of your thoughts because to you, heâs the prettiest of them all. Heâd been since the very first day, and as you lose focus of the pretty sights the more you stare into the city lights with him on your mind, you canât help but think nothing will ever stand close.Â
A girl stands next to you, audibly shivering as she exits the club and the air greets her with the same fate it did you. She holds a cigarette between her red lips, the fire from her pink lighter shining on her red hair. It makes you crave one, too, rummaging through your bag for your own. You smile when you remember how he would tease you for smoking âthe skinny kindâ as he would call them. Calling you a bit of a snob, but all in lighthearted nature. After all, he could. He knew you enough to let your closeness turn into inside jokes, banter.Â
Perhaps giving into a vice could prevent you from falling into another.Â
âCan I borrow your lighter?â she smiles at you before sheâs handing it over. Her nails are pink, too.Â
The fire feels pleasant for all of five seconds, warm against your face as you take the first drag. You give into one instinct so as to distract yourself from the one thatâs tugging at your heart and senses, begging you to make a reckless call.Â
You check the time.Â
2:32 A.M.
~
Jungkook scrolls through the endless list of channels aimlessly. Small snippets from whateverâs playing that he cuts short, not really giving it much thought. He settles on one, solely so he can stop putting exertion on his thumb and go back to leaning against his couch â fully relaxed. He sighs. On the screen, some drama he hasnât gotten around to watching plays, and the story seems to be developing quickly. He doesnât care for it, if heâs honest, simply content with the white noise it fills the room with.Â
Bam leaves his dog house, standing right in front of him and they seem to start an unspoken staring contest. He smiles, patting the spot right next to him on the couch and the pup rushes to take the place excitedly. He gets cuddles and kisses simply for existing. For keeping him company â his presence giving Jungkook more peace than heâll ever know.Â
âHey, Bam, should we, like, meet up in our next life as well? Perhaps Iâll be the dog in that one and youâll be my owner.â
Bam simply stares and Jungkook swears if he could, heâd let out a deep sigh right now. This makes him laugh.Â
âHey, donât be jumping of excitement at the idea, man.â
At this, he attacks. With kisses, that is â wet, sloppy kisses that have Jungkook giggling and pushing back, though it is no use, his dog is that determined to give him love.
âAlright, you win. Letâs go get a beer. For me, not for you. Youâre still too young. One day, son.â His voice takes on a lower tone, imitating his father. Or maybe Yoongiâs, he canât tell anymore.Â
He retrieves a cold beer mug from his freezer and cracks the can open, nodding his head at the sound it makes, the fizziness bubbling up before he pours it in the cold glass. He takes a sip as he walks back to the couch, blissed out in leisure.
He doesnât mind being alone, specially not on nights like this when sleep leaves him and everything but seems more tempting. He likes the way everything slows down at this time of day, the ease of it all. No one to see, no texts to reply to. As for what the world is concerned for, heâs asleep. Itâs peaceful, just being.Â
Plopping down on the couch, he rests against the pillows, making himself comfortable. He mustâve spoken too soon, he thinks, because itâs not thirty seconds after this that his phone buzzes on the coffee table in front of him. He ponders on the possibility of simply ignoring it, let it sit there, facing down. But something tells him he should check the message. It could be important, or not. The pull isnât necessarily violent, just a quiet voice that tells him so, like a little nudge. He leans forward, setting his beer on the table before heâs taking a hold of his phone.Â
He gets it now â the pull.Â
From ___: jungkookie, u awake?
To ___: no
From ___: can I call?
He smiles â so fucking big he almost hates that he does, slightly flustered and embarrassed you have this quick of an effect on him. And before he can talk himself out of it, he calls you.Â
~
Seeing his name flash on your phone screen does more to you than anything youâve deemed exhilarating tonight. The simple prospect of hearing his voice rushes more excitement through your body than any of the mindless conversations you had this evening. Than any of the conversations youâve had all week perhaps. You smile and thereâs no doubt that he can hear it in your voice when you say,
âHey.â
âHey.â
Thereâs a moment of silence and you can hear the smile on his face, too. Itâs warmth â heâs warmth, even far. How far is he, you wonder. Did you happen to demand of him at a bad time? Will the end of this call find you disappointed?
You cut to the chase.Â
âWhat are you up to?â
Thereâs a pause and you can hear the way he sinks into his couch. âCanât sleep so Iâm having a beer and watching some TV with Bamie.â
Heâs home and a giddy giggle escapes you. âAhh,â you say.
âYou? It sounds busy in there.â
âYeah, Iâm outside the club.â
âFun night?â
âNo.â You donât lie, you never lie to him. Donât have the need to, or the want to. Everything about Jungkook is comfort â the kind that welcomes.Â
âYeah, had a feeling. Itâs not really your scene, is it?â
Your head leans to the side, eyes closing for a moment. He knows you in ways most people donât, and itâs a simple remark but it gets to you. The fact that he doesnât see you for the parts of you that feel the emptiest settles on your heart. Itâs good, you think, to be seen by someone who observes.
âI want to see you.â Thereâs all the point in the world to be honest right now.Â
âCome over. Iâll make you ramen.â
âWill you show me your cat?â
Thereâs a pause. You picture him smiling, biting his lip, running a hand through his hair.Â
âYeah, that too.â
~
You sway from side to side, a little drunkenly and a whole lot excited, as you stand in front of his door. Itâs brief, but as you wait you make a little reflection on your emotions. What exactly do you feel right now? Itâs been so long â probably not that long â but long enough to make you happier than usual to be seeing his face. Anyone else would make you nervous, and perhaps he does, too, if only a little. But itâs a different kind of nervous. Itâs laced with sweetness, as opposed to anxiety. And the minute he opens his front door, itâs replaced by something sweeter.Â
Yearning.Â
He stands there, glasses and black sweatpants on, signature oversized shirt â something so very home about him. Your eyes widen as you take in his hair, itâs grown significantly, giving you a rough idea of when it was you last saw him. Two, three months ago. He looks good; rested, fresh, beautiful. You can smell him before you even touch him and it makes you smile. He returns it.Â
Yeah â yearning.Â
âI like your hair,â you say, because anything else would give you away.Â
âYeah?â he runs a hand through it. âI like you.â
âI like you, too.â Let it give you away, you think. Who cares?
âAlright, well- it was nice seeing you.â He says, closing the door in a too casual, yet dramatic manner and you laugh, simply standing there â a little flustered because, oh does it feel good when Jeon Jungkook flirts with you in that boyish, teasing way only he knows how.Â
He doesnât close the door all the way. Instead, he leaves it open far enough for you to see the way he peeks his head out, nose scrunch and toothy smile to signal just how proud he is of himself right now.Â
âCome here,â he tells you, reaching his hand out from the little gap and pulling you closer as you yelp, squeezing through the nearly closed door. âI missed you.â
Youâre in his arms again, and the moment he closes the door behind you, his lips are on yours. Itâs a soft kiss, one that says I missed you because you know him well enough by now to understand the things he says with his lips, and his eyes. With his hands, too.
âMm,-â you donât want to pull back to get your words out, so you donât. âMe more.â
Jungkook was always a happy coincidence â or at least thatâs what you told yourself in a futile attempt to tame the feelings down. But the truth was that being back in his arms felt like fate, in that gentle way that doesnât come in a movie-like encounter or in some sort of catastrophe bringing you together. Just being here. Anywhere, with him, felt fateful. You opt to believe in angels right this second just to thank them.Â
âHow are you,â his hand cups your cheek, pecking your lips before you can answer.Â
âGood- better now.â His kisses muffle your words and you think you could live with this interruption for the rest of your life.Â
âYeah, me too.â
You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer as he circles his around your middle. You take him in, not one for big displays of affection yet this one you could never deny, could never not welcome.Â
Itâs a sweet moment but the pull turns hasty soon enough the more your lips become familiar with one another yet again. You run your fingers through his long hair, rejoicing in its softness and length. His hand travels down, slowly but a bit desperately, squeezing when they meet your ass.Â
What has a promising ending is cut short by none other than your rumbling stomach. Itâs rather loudly and you both hear it, laughing in the middle of the kiss you two seem to refuse parting from.Â
âYou hungry, baby?â
âYou promised ramen. And something about a cat.â Your lips part and you look at him, a pretty smile on his equally pretty face.Â
âMm, yeah. I did. Iâm all stocked up on ramen but the catâŚ,â
âI prefer Bamie anyways.âÂ
You leave his arms, a smile on your face as you walk towards his beloved childâs crate. The moment he sees you, he hesitates for a moment, not yet having Jungkookâs command to leave his space but heâs excited â you can even make up his little tail wagging from side to side.Â
âCome here, baby.â
He runs to you and nearly tackles you, settling into the floor to give him the proper cuddles he deserves. He steps on you the way he did when he was a puppy, sitting down on your knees as you scratch under his ears.Â
âNo oneâs allowed to tell him heâs grown up. Heâs little forever.â
Jungkook laughs. âHeâs Jiminieâs height.âÂ
You sneer at him, shaking your head at his joke. He stands there, staring at you with a fondness he reserves for certain things that bring him that kind of comfort thatâs gotten rarer over the years. Heâs grown up, matured and gotten real about a lot of things but not you.
Never you.Â
Youâre still the innocence he kissed you with that very first time and the little bit of fear it wouldnât go further than that. Youâre the excitement he had when it did. Youâre the flirty teasing and the falling in trust, opening himself little by little. Youâre still something he once dreamt about â he still does. Youâre the thing he has and doesnât at the same time. Youâre you.Â
Your loud giggles as Bam licks your cheek wake him up from his little daydream and he winces at the sloppy kisses heâs leaving. You donât seem to mind though and he knows that if it were up to you, youâd stay there til dawn. No ramen, no cat.Â
âAlright, alright. Daddyâs getting jealous now. You canât have her all to yourself.â
Your cheeky smile tells him youâre up to no good. âDaddy, huh? Have we ever tried that?â
âWhat havenât we tried?â He genuinely ponders on his own question.Â
âPegging!â You say, a little too quickly and excitedly for his liking.Â
âAbsolutely not.â
âMean.â
âCome on, letâs feed you.â
You smile. âOkay, daddy.â
~
Itâs a chaos in the kitchen in between distracting kisses and your tipsy antics, munching on Jungkookâs leftover fried chicken as you scavenger hunt his cupboards for anything that could satisfy your alcohol induced need for sweets and carbs. Youâd begged for pancakes, but he didnât have any honey, and whatâs pancakes without honey, really?Â
âRamen. Enoki and spring onions.â He says, convincing himself more than he convinces you.
âOkayyyyy. Ramen, enoki- what else did you say?â
His thumb and pointer finger rest at his temples in mock exasperation, making you giggle. âHey, why donât you go shower? Thisâll be ready when youâre done.â
âWill you be able to work a knife with the thought of me all wet and naked in your shower?âÂ
âIâll get you wet and naked later. Go sober up. Quick, quick!â
You laugh, kissing his cheek loudly and ruffling his hair before you leave the kitchen, making your way to his bedroom with familiarity - like youâve done it hundreds of times and perhaps you have if you were to count.Â
You know where he keeps the towels, that itâs the left tap that opens the hot water, the way his soap smells and what brand of shampoo he uses. His face wash and moisturizer are familiar to you because itâs the same brand you use. Youâd left them here once and never got the bottles back. He began purchasing them after they ran out.Â
You put on the same black Carhartt shirt you always do. It feels and smells the same. It makes you yearn and when you miss him, you smile in the comfort of knowing heâs in the kitchen, probably eating ramen from the pot as you take your sweet time in the bathroom.Â
All clean and cozy, his house always being the perfect temperature with the add on warmth that swarms your insides at knowing youâre with him, you make your way back to the kitchen. Heâs reaching for bowls, back to you and your voice startles him when you say,
âDonât get dishes dirty, letâs eat from the pot.â
He turns to you, a boyish smile forming on his lips at the sight of you in his comfy, oversized shirt. Heâs seen you in it more times than he can count but it still makes his insides tingle. Butterflies, dare he say, is what the sight gives him.Â
âYou sure?â
âArenât you? Afraid of exchanging saliva?â You poke your tongue at him and he grabs your wrist, pulling you swiftly towards him.Â
âNot the funnest way weâve exchanged juices, but itâll do for now.â
âJuices.â Your nose scrunches at his words.
âMm.â
He kisses you, ramen getting cold in the pot as your lips make him forget all about his hunger in the first place. Your stomach doesnât, though. Interrupting your heated little moment yet again.Â
âFeed me.â
âOn your knees, then.â He teases, lips still on yours.Â
âThat sounds more like a treat than a threat.â
He smiles, passing you the chopsticks. âI knew youâd say that.â
âAm I that predictable?â
âWith me. Yes. Just me.â
His words are selfish, of this much heâs aware. He knows exclusivity is too much to ask for. He knows the baggage he comes with and the hesitation that shines through your eyes whenever you find yourselves slipping into comfort and familiarity a little too much. How he can almost tell heâs about to go a season without you, just by this comfort alone. But he canât help but want you, all to himself. He canât help but say youâre his even if heâs just saying it. And when the smile on your lips meet your eyes in an almost nostalgic way, he knows you feel the same.Â
âYeah. I am.â
âI am with you, too.â
âIâd say I tried to talk myself out of texting you tonight, but Iâd be lying.â Your chopsticks play with the noodles, eyes not meeting his.Â
âWhy would you talk yourself out of texting me?â
You shrug.Â
âDonât.â His voice is firm and your eyes finally look at his. âIâm always- I always want to see you, ___.â
âI know, itâs just- you know.â You say, and he does. He knows what you mean and heâs glad you donât voice it because he doesnât think he can bear the words that would only add insult to injury to the way your gaze falls, that spark threatening to dim its light.
âYeah,â he gets closer, but itâs almost careful. His thumb caresses your cheek and you lean into his touch. âBut youâre here now. I want you here now. Come back to me.â
You stare into his big eyes, smiling at him not because your heart isnât breaking but because you wouldnât dare break his with the reality of the situation. So you lie, but it holds truth. âIâm always with you.âÂ
As you two eat, in bursts of comfortable silences and mindless yet meaningful conversations, you start to get used to him again. Youâre too tired to fight it, and when you welcome it, itâs sweet.Â
~
The pot is empty, your bellies full. You lean against the counter as he puts you to date, catches you up on what his life has looked like for the past two months or so. Trips to L.A., New York, photoshoots, late nights in the recording studio, music videos, long flights and a Calvin Klein campaign you shamelessly admit to swoon over every time you pass by it. He asks about you and you keep your updates mostly work related. Long flights, long meetings, long days. Short bursts of inspiration and even shorter waves of motivation. You omit to tell him about the things youâre maybe not so proud of. The partying, the drinking on a wednesday night, the way your friends donât feel like your friends anymore, more like acquaintances that keep you around when they deem convenient. You think his words could help, provide comfort and advice, but at the same time you fear the reality of the situation could burst the bubble of bliss you find yourself in right this moment.Â
So you talk. You catch up. You play friends for a while, feel real mature when he shares snippets of his life that involve other people, other girls. People in his radar, his line of work, the love interest in his music video. Jungkook does, too. Feels like perhaps heâs come a long way when you tell him about trips youâve taken with friends, new restaurants youâve tried, galas he knows you havenât attended alone. Itâs all fine, itâs good. Total control of your feelings as you take each other in.Â
Bam interrupts him mid-sentence, a sleepy whine in half protest he lets out as he walks inside the kitchen.Â
âAw, Jungkook,â you coo, âheâs sleepy.â
âTime for bed, Bamie?â He smiles, reaching down to scratch under his ears. âIâll be right back.âÂ
âIâll be here.âÂ
You smile, well aware that he keeps his dog bed in a cozy room in his house, quite literally puts him to bed every night. It makes you think about how good of a dad heâll make one day, how much love is stored inside of him, how he likes to be needed and shows affection through acts of service. Your smile drops a bit, a feeling taking over you that you donât like but have grown used to over the years.Â
You snap out of it, busying yourself as you begin to tidy up the kitchen, sliding his pink rubber gloves over your hands before you start washing the single pot, knife and chopsticks heâd used to make you dinner. It doesnât take him long to be back, though, walking back inside the kitchen and smiling at the sight before him. You hum a song he canât make up, hips shimmying to the beat as you scrub the pot. Your shirt rides up a little and he cocks his head to the side, smiling at the way your underwear peeks from underneath the fabric. A black and lacy thong that has him nodding his head in boyish satisfaction.Â
âYou donât have to do that,â he tells you, making you jump in place a bit at the sound of his voice.
You turn around, bringing a gloved finger to your lips as you shush him before youâre pointing it at the couch and shooing him away. âIâll only be a second. Wait for me there.â
ââKay, boss.â He army salutes you, turning around and walking back to the couch, sitting down and sinking further into the cushions, legs spreading as he scrolls through his phone, a bit impatiently, missing you even though youâre so close.Â
And to Jungkookâs great fortune, he doesnât have to wait for much longer. Wrapping it up in the kitchen, you give it one last glance to make sure itâs back to its pristine state before youâre making your way towards him. He looks up at you, throwing his phone to the side and following you with his eyes, smiling when youâre in front of him.
âThank you for dinner,â you say, voice sweet and low, eyes a bit hazy.
âCome here.â He takes your hand in his, pulling you closer to him, bottom lip getting caught between his teeth as you throw your legs at either side of him, straddling him.Â
âI needed this,â you admit.
âMe too,â he breathes. âIâm glad you called.â
You pout, eyes looking up for a second as you ponder. âYou called me.â
He chuckles, not a single ounce of desire to deny you. âIâm glad I called.â
You giggle, arms wrapping around his neck and fingers getting lost in his long hair. His head draws back as your nails massage his scalp gently and he relaxes at your touch, goosebumps adorning his skin. His hands travel under your shirt, promptly finding your hips, waist, and then threatening to go higher but Jungkook wants to take his time tonight. He wants to stay in the sweet state of wanting you for a bit longer. When his eyes are back on yours, you kiss him. He sighs against your lips, bringing you closer to him by the waist, letting his tongue taste your bottom lip before heâs tasting your mouth. Itâs slow, a bit sloppy and lazy, holds the quality of anything that happens in the middle of the night, when no oneâs watching and time stills for the two of you.Â
âYour skin is so soft,â he says, lips still on yours.Â
âItâs your body lotion.â You roll your hips over his, smiling when you pull a low groan straight out of him.Â
âYeah,â he says, hands traveling down before heâs squeezing your ass, guiding your hips into his. âYou smell like me. I like it.â
âI like it, too.â Your words get caught up in a moan as the outline of his cock parts your slit perfectly.Â
You pull away a bit hesitantly, hands coming to rest at his shoulders as your hips pick up the pace. You go slow but sink deeper into him with every roll of your lips, eyes never parting from his as you take in the way his face starts to contort in pleasure, mouth parting slightly as his breathing grows heavier, little grunts leaving his lips with every push and pull. His hands travel back down to your hips, squeezing a little at the soft flesh, guiding them as you move over his cock. Heâs so hard, can feel you through the layers, can bet on the fact that youâre wet and pulsing for him right now.Â
âThat feels good,â he sighs, gaze dropping as he rides your shirt up a bit at the front. His eyes fixate on the way the thin, lacy fabric of your panties bunches up every time you throw your hips back.Â
âBrings back memories,â you say, voice a bit shaky when a particular roll of your hips has the tip of his cock hitting right against your clit.Â
Jungkook smiles, mind hazy but perfectly able to picture the memories you refer to. âMhm,â he sighs, so entrapped by the feeling he swears he can feel you pulse against him. He likes the way you consume his senses. The way everything around him stills and all he can think about is you. His hands squeeze at the flesh on your hips before he says, âturn around, baby.â
ââKay.â
Jungkook feels the loss of your warmth as you stand up before him once again, smiling at him before youâre turning around and sitting on his lap. You press your back to his chest, letting your head fall to his shoulder, your lips meeting his cheek in an open mouth kiss. His hands travel up your body, palms closing around your tits, thumbs playing with your nipples over the thick fabric of your shirt. You circle your hips, chasing the same friction from before but itâs not enough in this position. You bring your body forward, hands resting on his thighs as you throw your ass back at him, your pussy perfectly aligned on top of his cock, making you both moan at the same time. Jungkookâs gaze drops to your ass, enthralled by the way he feels, by the way you look. He rides your shirt up your back, exposes you to him and it only eggs you on, moving against his cock at the perfect rhythm.Â
He hooks a finger down the side of your panties, letting it travel down, smiling lazily at the way you trap his knuckles between your pussy and his cock, moaning as you grind on them. He can feel how wet you are, dripping for him already even though he hasnât touched you yet. âWant my fingers, baby?â
âYes, please,â you plead, voice shaky as you look back at him.Â
Heâd usually tease you, make you beg for it a little longer, but tonight Jungkook obliges. Itâs been long â too long â and all he can think about is being inside you, feeling you around him, making you feel good. He takes his time simply so he can savor the moment. So he can memorize it well enough to store it somewhere inside of him, just in case itâs another three months until he sees you again.Â
He pushes his middle and ring finger inside of you, hissing at your warmth, cock jumping inside his sweatpants in anticipation and a little big of neglect. You close your eyes, pleasure taking over you as he begins to thrust his fingers inside of you slowly, arching expertly every time they hit your g-spot. His free hand squeezes around your ass cheek, groaning when the hand that fucks into you pushes down on his cock, aiding at giving him some much needed friction. You feel lightheaded already, all-consumed in his hold as he takes over your every sense. Your body relaxes and you can feel the way your tummy tenses right away.Â
âFuck, I think Iâm gonna cum,â your voice is faint but he hears you well enough.Â
âAlready? That was fast, baby.â You donât miss the cocky tone his words hint at.Â
âShut up and donât stop,â you say, looking back at him playfully.Â
You see the way he smiles at you before his gaze is dropping back down, fingers moving expertly inside of you at the same pace, applying a bit more force as he pushes in, massaging that spot with the tip of his fingers. The added pressure has you mewling in no time, nails digging into his thighs, teeth biting at your bottom lip to ground you back into the moment as you let go.Â
âFuck,â he says as he feels you cum around his fingers, sweet moans filling the space around you and he so badly wishes he could look at your face right now. âYeah, baby, thatâs it.â He feels the way you contract around him, hips circling over his hand as you ride the waves of pleasure.Â
You come down after a minute, mind still hazy as you fall back into him, lips finding his the moment he turns his head to the side. You kiss him, breathing into his mouth, smiling in your fucked out bliss. âThat was so good.â
âYeah?â
âMhm,â you say, pressing your forehead to his. âI need you to fuck me now.â
âWant it?â he asks, and you nod your head. âYou can have it.âÂ
âYeah, want it so bad, Jungkook.â Your voice is needy, holds a dreaminess to it that Jungkook doesnât miss â one that makes him melt into your words, your touch, your lips as you kiss him again.Â
Jungkook presses his hips into you, raising them a bit as he pushes his sweatpants down. You help him take them off, hand reaching back before youâre wrapping it around his cock. Heâs hard and pulsing for you and if you werenât pulsing for him, too, youâd probably want him in your mouth right this second. He feels heavy, big and thick in your hold, a grunt leaving his lips when your thumb circles around the head. You love how sensitive he is, how receptive.Â
âCondom,â he says, before he runs out of blood in his brain and it all falls down to his cock.Â
âIn my bag,â you say, reaching to the side and pulling it towards you. You rummage around it for a second too long â a second that has Jungkookâs mind betraying him. He shouldnât. He knows he shouldnât. But nonetheless he canât help but wonder where youâd be right now if heâd been asleep and hadnât seen your text. Perhaps in the same position but with a stranger. Or maybe a stranger only to Jungkook. Perhaps he hadnât been the only person you texted tonight. âHere you go, baby.âÂ
Your voice dismantles his worries and heâs warm again, all thoughts vanishing and itâs back to you and him. He leans forward, kissing your lips as he takes the condom from your hand. It makes you blush slightly, biting your lip in anticipation as you watch as he rips the foil of the packaging with his teeth. You watch the way he smirks as he rolls the condom on.Â
âWhy are you smiling?â
âJust thinking,â he says, smile growing wider, cheek dimples making him look cute but something about his voice begs to differ.Â
You hum. âThinking about what?â
He smiles. âJuly 14th, 2021.â
You both crack up, laughter filling the air the moment the words leave his mouth because of course you know what July 14th, 2021 meant. Youâd been in a position very similar to this one, perhaps a bit more hazy minded, the true meaning of the heat of the moment finding you the minute youâd realized neither of you had a condom. Youâd looked into each otherâs eyes and made the silent agreement to be a little reckless and put a whole lot of trust on birth control and Jungkookâs pull out game.Â
He said heâd never forget that day.Â
âLong live, July 14th, 2021,â you say.Â
âShhh,â he says, squinting his eyes and bringing a finger to his mouth. âDonât remind me.â
âYou reminded yourself,â you bite back. âNow, can you fuck me? Pretty please.â
âYeah, baby, come here.â
You push your ass back at him, looking at him from over your shoulder, biting your lip in anticipation as he strokes his cock once, twice, before heâs lining himself against your entrance. His hand comes to your hip, pulling you down towards him as you push him inside of you. You both sigh, moaning as he bottoms out, so deep and warm it has Jungkook throwing his head back against the couch, sinking further into it and pushing impossibly deeper into you.Â
âFuck, Jungkook,â you whimper, nails digging into his flesh.Â
âFuck me, baby,â he says, running a hand through his long hair. You nod, circling your hips a couple of times as you adjust to his size before you start moving your hips into him, ass bouncing with every push and pull. He hisses at the sight alone, bringing his hand down as he delivers a hard slap against your cheek, making you moan. âShit, just like that. Youâre so hot, ___.â
âJungkook,â you whisper.
âYeah, baby?â His eyes are back on yours, threatening to close in pleasure at the way your pussy feels around him.Â
âI missed you.â
âI missed you, baby. So much.â
You fall into his chest, kissing him as he wraps his hand around your throat, not applying any pressure, just simply holding you. You gasp into his mouth when his other hand travels down and finds your clit, drawing lazy circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves. You whine and he moans when you move your hips to the rhythm of his touch.
âI donât wanna be on top anymore,â you say, pouting into his lips, frowning when you feel his chest shake in laughter.Â
âOf course you donât.â
âIâm an awful top.â
âYouâre not a top.â
âHey, I was a good top that one time,â you protest.
âMm, yeah, that was hot. You got all bossy on me.â
âOh, but thatâs regardless,â you tell him, pushing your lips into his once more and straightening your back, smiling as you look back at him. He wipes said smile off your face in a second, hand meeting your ass in another hard slap.Â
âStay there,â he says, holding firmly onto your hips.Â
âOkay, daddy.â That earns you another slap, though you canât say it wasnât exactly the goal in mind.Â
âBehave.â
Your face grows pliant as you nod at him and Jungkook has to fight to keep up the front because if heâs being honest, the sight alone drives him crazy, threatens to break him down completely and leave him a needy, whiny mess. He holds you in place, legs raising you up a bit before he starts pistoling his hips against you, fucking you hard and fast and even though you saw it coming, it still takes you by surprise. The force of his thrusts, how good he feels as the pain translates into pleasure, the noises he makes â itâs all too much but fuck, you donât want him to ever stop. Your mouth parts in a silent moan, eyes closing as your face contorts in pleasure before the sensation ripples through you and youâre crying out. Your hand holds onto his arm and the firm grasp you have on it letâs him know.
âFuck, Iâm cummin,â you breathe out.
âFuck yeah, baby. Cum all over my cock.â
âOh my God,â you say, voice shaky and faint as you throw your body back into his.Â
âFuck, I love your pussy.â
âI love your cock,â you say, fucked out giggles escaping your lips.Â
It takes you both a minute to steady your breathing and regain your strength. Jungkook kisses your neck, snaking a hand inside your shirt and squeezing your boob as you arch your back at the feel. âLetâs get you to bed, princess.â
âMusic to my ears,â you say, giddy and excited.Â
Your knees buckle a bit when your feet touch the floor, the both of you laughing at your loss of balance, Jungkook a bit more cockily than you. He slaps your ass softly once, then twice as you begin to walk towards his bedroom. Once inside he takes his shirt off and when you turn around, your eyes scan over his body, metaphorically and possibly physically drooling over him. Your hands find the hem of your t-shirt before youâre pulling it off your body and tossing it aside until itâs landing on top of his. Your tits bounce as you do, and he nods his head at you, a satisfied pout adorning his lips. The pout turns sour the moment you turn around but is soon enough replaced with a smile when you start to crawl on top of his big mattress, finding the perfect spot over his pillows and laying down comfortably.Â
âYouâre so perfect.â Jungkook says, because anything else would downplay it and heâs not in the mood to run away from the truth. You giggle, soft and sweet and he feels the way his heart aches for you inside his chest.Â
âCome to me,â you say, arms outstretched towards him. He makes his way to you, letting himself hover over you for a minute as he takes you in before heâs falling perfectly between your legs. You kiss him, letting your fingers get lost in his hair, breathing into the kiss and you swear this moment is laced in pure, unadulterated bliss. âWant to feel you inside me.â
âIâll give it to you, baby. Iâll give you anything you want.â
There it is, yet again, and without a fail. Itâs so common you nearly miss it â the way the moment turns tender. Itâs mostly soft, this unspoken agreement youâve fallen into with Jungkook. Itâs friendship and attraction, good sex and years of exploring each other. Itâs trust and communication. Itâs understanding. Itâs soft at the beginning and tender halfway through. Itâs so tender it feels tangible, like the moment itself could fit inside the palm of your hand and feel ripe to the touch as you hold onto it. Itâs tender when he looks into your eyes, itâs tender when his voice says your name, when you kiss his lips. Itâs tender when the lust borders on something else. Itâs tender when it lingers, when it threatens to fall.Â
He fucks you, hips moving against yours slowly, pulling moans out of your lips that get caught between his own when he kisses you.Â
âYou feel so good,â you whisper into his mouth, words that only he could hear even if it werenât just the two of you.Â
âFuck, baby, so do you,â he whines, supple and yours, even if for that moment. âIâm not gonna last much longer.â
You smile, hand running through his hair before your fingers are pushing a strand behind his hear. âCum for me, Kookie. Wanna feel you cum for me.â
Your words throw him over the edge, falling blissfully into you. It feels so fucking good. Your fingers running through his hair, down his neck and then back up again. The way your pussy clenches around him, cock throbbing for you at the wake of his release. Your lips are soft and the rise and fall of your chest falls into perfect sync with his. His hand squeezes at your breast before itâs traveling down your body, squeezing at your thigh before youâre wrapping your legs around his waist, flushed to him. Every little thing you do heightens his senses until all he can breathe, think and feel is you. His face falls down the crook of your neck and you breathe out a moan into his ear, unraveling him completely.
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum, baby.â His hips slow down before they still completely, a moan passing his lips as he releases into the condom, your nails softly running down his spine. His body feels spent but he doesnât miss the way it relaxes on top of you, blissful and peaceful, growing sleepy right away.Â
âFeel good?â you ask, your fingertips running down his back in what feels like a feathery whisper.Â
âSo fucking good,â he mumbles against the skin of your shoulder before his eyes are finding yours again. He kisses you. He kisses you because in moments like this he wants to say something else, something that makes more sense to his heart than anything his brain could say.
You kiss him back, afraid your heart will betray you, too.Â
~
You stare at him as you make your way back to his bed. He lays on his tummy, cheek pressed against the soft pillow, his pretty hair framing his face in a way that makes him look dreamlike. He doesnât move an inch when you pull back the covers, if only for a second, to get back in bed with him. You lay on your side, eyes still fixed on him and your heart grows a new kind of tender at the sight of his sleeping form. Heâs pouty and soft and so, so peaceful. Something sinks in your tummy, but itâs not in a way that signals bad news. Perhaps itâs the butterflies settling, perhaps the heat of the moment has began to cool down.Â
Your hand comes to his face, fingers gently pushing his hair out of his eyes before you let them wander down his face. His cheeks are soft, his ears cold and when it tickles, he frowns. Your thumb travels up again, smoothing his brow bone and he relaxes. Your eyes follow your touch as you trace the bridge of his nose, slowly, softly, as if you were being quizzed on it later. Wanting to take everything in, afraid that even blinking could take away from the moment. And when your finger lands on his lips, you trace that too the way your own did only minutes prior.Â
His eyes begin to flutter, a failed attempt to open them but you know heâs partially awake from the smile that pulls at his lips. You feel it on your finger before your eyes meet his gesture and when they do, you close them instinctively, leaning over and kissing him. His body canât respond to his brain right now, exhausted and more asleep than he is awake, but he hums in satisfaction, lips puckering as he tries to give into his instincts.Â
âLetâs have breakfast together tomorrow,â he mumbles against your lips. âIâll go buy honey and make you pancakes.âÂ
You smile, though he canât see, and perhaps itâs for the best. Your voice is a whisper when you say, âdeal.â
His smile is the last thing you see before you fall asleep.
~
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âĽď¸necklace - nishimura riki
pairing: nishimura riki x afab!reader
summary: while on tour in the US, niki runs into you at a jewelry store, since heâs not the best with speaking english, he tries his hardest to ask you out with as many words as he knows, (and with the help of jake lol)
warnings: none!!
you walked into the jewelry shop on the way to your apartment in hopes to find a new necklace since the one you had on now was beginning to fall apart.
you walked inside, the cool ac of the store refreshing your hot skin, you walked over to the necklace section and began to scan the different necklaces on the shelves,
meanwhile, niki and jake were on the other side of the shop,
jake forced niki to come with him to go shopping for their last day in the US, they had one more show tonight then they were leaving tomorrow morning,
and theyâve been running around all over place, store to store, buying things left and right, but they were having fun,
but now niki was tired, but since jake was taking forever looking at rings from the display, niki groaned and checked the time on his phone, âbro.â he mumbled, jake looked up and chuckled, â5 mins!â jake held up 5 fingers, niki rolled his eyes and decided to walk around to pass time.
as he walked over to the other side of the store, his eyes was stopped on what he thought, was the prettiest girl heâs ever saw.
it was you.
you were standing with two different necklaces in your hands, eyes shifted back and forth on the both to see which one youâd pick. your hair laid perfectly and framed your face in all the right ways.
he truly thought you were beautiful,
obviously, heâs seen several different pretty girls, at concerts, interactions with fans, or even when heâs casually shopping,
but you.. heâs never seen someone so beautiful like you, doe brown eyes, and your outfit was so adorable to him.
he quickly looked away not to make anything awkward if you were to look up, jake then walked over to niki and tapped his shoulder , âwhyâd you walk off?â he asked, niki looked at jake, then back at you, his ears going all red
jake took the hint, nodding slowly with a smile, he nudged niki, basically telling him to go talk to you, niki shook his head, âmy.. my english.. itâs not the best.â niki sighed,
he assumed you were american, or atleast really good at speaking english, since they were in the US and youâre here.
âwhat do you wanna say?â jake asked.
âuh..â niki rubbed his neck, then shrugged, jake chuckled, âsay sheâs pretty.. and ask for her number maybe?â jake says, âask.. for her number?â niki raised and eyebrow, and jake nod. niki felt his palms sweating.
âso say.. âhey, youâre really pretty, could i have your number?ââ jake says, niki listened to his words clearly,
âhey.. you are- pretty. can i have youâ?â he tilt his head, ânumber.â jake finished, âcan u have your number.â niki nods, jake nod as well, âyup! you got it. now go do it!â jake nudged niki, niki let out a breath as jake backed away to watch from afar.
niki cleared his throat and rubbed his palms on his jean jacket before stepping up to you slowly, your head lifted, eyes drifting away from the necklaces and to the handsome guy in front of you.
and you didnât wanna stare too much, but you couldnât stop looking at him. he was so beautiful.
his dark jet blue hair laid perfectly over his eyes, his moles all over his face, and his fashion sense, he was so handsome.
âhey..â he says quietly, holy shit was he about to ask you out?
âmay iâ no.. youâre really pretty..â he says, but he sounds unsure. you immediately could tell english wasnât his first language, but you smiled at his desire to talk to you anyways.
âthank you.â you smile softly, and he smiled back, before chuckling and rubbing his neck, âcan iâ can i have your.. number..?â he cleared his throat, and your eyes widened.
you couldnât believe someone so beautiful like him was asking YOU for your number. âoh.. yes! sure.â you nod, after realizing how long you left him on âdeliveredâ.
niki nod and chuckled nervously again, stumbling to get his phone from his jean pocket and handing it to you,
you stared at the phone, âEnter Pinâ
you giggled awkwardly and showed him he had to put his pin in first, âah.. sorry.â he face palmed himself before quickly putting the pin in and going to the number dial.
you smiled at his cuteness before typing in your number, and saving your contact name as y/n. niki tried not to stare at you as you saved your contact, but you were so pretty, he stole little glances at you whenever you werenât looking too much.
you then handed him back his phone, he looked at the screen, eyes drifting to see your name saved at the top of the chat,
ây/n..â he mumbled to himself, âpretty..â he smiled up at you, you felt your face heat up and looked away, âthank you.. whatâs your name?â you ask.
ânishi- uh.. itâs niki.â he nods, you smiled, niki was such a nice name you thought, he then looked at the two necklaces you were holding up.
he then grabbed the one with a dark brown pendant, holding it up to your eyes, âit- itâs matching your.. your eyes.â he chuckled, his smile growing as his ears went red,
you covered your face as you giggled. he was cute.
âiâll get this one then.â you nod and grabbed that necklace and put the other one back, he nod, âokay uh.. iâll seeâ it was nice talking.. meeting? ah this is too hard.â he groaned and shut his eyes, you just giggled softly watching how determined he was to talk to you in english.
âit was nice meeting you.. y/n.â he nod and sucked in his lips, ânice meeting you too niki.â you shot him a smile before walking away to check out,
as soon as you walked away, niki rubbed his temples, he felt like he totally embarrassed himself but, deep down you thought he was so cute.
jake ran up, âhowâd it go?â jake says, eyebrows raised.
âgood.. i- think?â niki shrugged, jake chuckled and pat his shoulder, âyou got her number atleast bro!â jake hyped him up, which made niki smiled.
he got a pretty girls phone number, and he was definitely gonna look forward to texting you after tonightâs show.
with the use of google translation of course..
a/n: hi guys!! iâm so so sorry for how inactive iâve been, itâs been a while since i wrote anything so i hope this isnât too bad :( if u have any more ideas for me to write, pls send me a request!
tags: @certified-ni-ki-lover @noblub-4ulolz @yourmyst4r @vixialuvs @ni-ki-ismyluv @judeduartewannabe @soobs-things @en-chantedtomeetyou @definitelynotherr @heyniki @wntersm @geniejunn @pkjay @baevsxii @k1ttylvr @geniejunn @pkjay
#enhypen#niki enhypen#nishimura riki#niki x reader#riki nishimura x reader#enhypen fluff#enhypen niki#niki fluff#maeâs works â!
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