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mssishipi · 2 months ago

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SPEED IT UP — pjs

— BMW luxury, but make it filthy.

content tags: established relationship, profanities, dangerous driving lol, bratty? reader (she's so down bad), explicit content (smut): semi-public, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, somnophilia. MDNI! WC:6.7k

"No smoking inside the car."

You rolled your eyes but didn't argue, the weight of the cigarette between your fingers grounding you in the chill of the early morning. The air was thick with dew, mist curling around the trees.

You huffed quietly, turning to toss your duffel bag into the backseat with a soft thud. With one last drag, you inhaled deeply, letting the burn settle in your chest before flicking the stub to the gravel and grinding it beneath your boot.

It was 4 AM. The forest around the cabin still hummed with nocturnal life. Jay leaned against the car, door already open, engine off. The soft yellow dome light cast a glow over his profile.

"Come on, baby. Gotta hurry up. Sun's gonna catch us if we don't move," he said.

You didn't reply immediately. Just gave a low hum, your brow knitting as you brushed invisible ash from your crop top and walked around to the passenger side. Sliding in, you exhaled slowly and popped open the glove compartment, grabbing the half-used bottle of alcohol spray. The plastic crackled under your grip.

You sprayed your palms, rubbed it down your arms, neck, even your chest—anywhere the smoke might've clung. The chemical tang stung your nose, but it was better than the stale scent of cigarettes. You hated smelling like it around Jay, even if he didn't seem to care. It made you feel careless.

You tucked the crumpled pack of Marlboro Reds into the compartment and shut it.

"Why won't you let me hit some in here?" you asked, half-joking, half-serious, already settling into the seat as he started the engine. "We could just crack the window."

"It'll still smell around the car, baby," Jay said, not looking at you. He reached over and tapped the center console. "Just grab a lollipop in there. Cherry or something."

You sighed, opening it to see a few crumpled wrappers, some candy sticks, loose change. You pulled out a lollipop and unwrapped it lazily, slipping it between your lips. The taste was artificial, sharp and sweet. Not the same, but it would do.

Jay started the engine with a soft rumble, the dashboard lights glowing a muted blue in the dimness. You leaned back against the passenger seat, eyes drifting to the scenery slipping past the window, dense trees, low-hanging mist, an occasional flicker of distant headlights disappearing into the curve of the road.

The AC in the BMW kicked in, instantly cooling the cabin. Jay reached forward and turned on the stereo. A mellow playlist filled the space—lo-fi beats and slow, grooving instrumentals that matched the stillness outside. He adjusted the mirror, then placed both hands on the wheel.

You glanced at him. He was always like this when he drove, silent, too concentrated. No conversation, no music requests, no touching. Just the road, it annoyed you a little, though you understood it in some part of your brain you weren't in the mood to access.

An hour passed. Your lollipop was down to the dry nub of the stick, which you lazily chewed until it bent. You flicked it into an empty bottle in the cupholder and sighed, scrolling through your phone for something or anything worth looking at. There wasn't. Notifications were dry, feed was stale, and none of your apps offered enough distraction to fight the weight of the boredom settling in.

You tried to nap, leaning your head against the window, but the vibrations of the car and the occasional curve in the road jolted you awake every few minutes. The silence stretched. Jay didn't even glance at you. Always so damn responsible when behind the wheel.

You stared at the glove compartment.

You didn't have a cigarette problem. You weren't addicted. It was just comfort. A way to shake the fog in your brain, to make the dullness float away. A cigarette wasn't a need. It was a solution.

You shifted in your seat, groaning softly. "Jayyyy," you whined, dragging his name out like a child begging for candy. You popped another lollipop into your mouth. "It's so boring."

You lifted your legs, planting your feet on the dashboard, angling your knees toward him. Not to annoy him. Not just to annoy him.

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye but said nothing.

You pouted, your voice a little softer, a little more teasing now. "C'mon, babe. Say something. Look at me. Do something. I'm rotting in here."

Jay didn't bite. His eyes stayed forward, hands steady on the wheel. "My iPad's in the bag. Play some Block Blast or something," he said casually.

You rolled your eyes, clicking your tongue against the lollipop in your mouth. Your gaze shifted again to the glove compartment. You needed to hit a cigarette—desperately. The urge itched at the back of your throat.

"I need to suck cigs. Please," you whined, putting your palms together in mock prayer, bottom lip jutting out in the most dramatic pout you could manage.

Jay flicked his gaze toward you, just for a second, then back to the road.

"Baby, I told you. You can't," he said gently.

That tone. Soft like a warning wrapped in velvet. You sighed, sinking into your seat. You wanted to be annoyed. You wanted to roll your eyes and push more. But it was Jay. And when he said no like that, so calm, so controlled—it didn't piss you off.

You rested your head back, still pouting. "I'll blow it outside, promise. I'll even hang half my body out the window if I have to," you mumbled, trying again.

He chuckled under his breath. "Just stick with the lollipop for a while," he said, "I'm not against you smoking, even if it wrecks your lungs. Just... know when to pull back. Put it in the right place, baby. Okay?"

The way he said it, respectful, with just a trace of that steady dominance. Not a scolding, not a demand. Just Jay, being Jay. Always that calm force in the middle of your chaos. He didn't shame you, didn't raise his voice. He just held you there in his orbit, and somehow that was hotter than any fight.

God, the way he lectured you like that, so soft, so unbothered made your thighs press just a little tighter together.

You turned your head, resting your cheek against the seat, eyes fixed on him from the corner of your gaze. The stick of the lollipop shifted between your lips, and you bit down gently, letting it click against your teeth.

The cigarette could wait.

A minute passed, maybe more, but you didn't notice. You were too focused on him. The way his hands gripped the steering wheel, veins visible beneath the smooth stretch of his skin, tendons flexing subtly with every slight turn. The road curved gently, and his knuckles followed.

His hair was down, bangs loose and framing his face, still slightly messy from the rush of getting up so early. It added to the casual, half-wild allure he wore without trying. The strands brushed against his cheeks just right, softening the sharp angles of his jaw while somehow making it look even more defined. The slope of his nose, the quiet focus in his eyes, the way his lips pressed into that unconscious pout whenever he was thinking.

Then your gaze dropped.

His thighs. Thick and tense beneath his joggers, spread just enough to make the posture feel unconsciously dominant. You watched the muscles shift slightly as he adjusted in his seat, the fabric stretching across the solid shape of them, giving away more than you knew he intended. The heat in your stomach pooled lower, slow and heavy.

Jay looked so hot right now.

You sucked slowly on the lollipop, the cherry flavor suddenly feeling too sweet, too on-the-nose, as your tongue toyed with it lazily. Your eyes traveled back up, lingering on the slope of his neck, the faint line of his collarbone visible through the stretched collar of his hoodie.

How could he be this attractive without doing anything?

He wasn't even looking at you.

Your voice slipped out before you could second-guess it, "I want to suck you off."

Jay let out a short laugh, the kind that vibrated through his chest more than his throat. His hand came down from the wheel, resting on your thigh. His palm was warm, fingers steady as they began to rub up and down—slow and absent-minded.

"Yeah?" he murmured, not taking his eyes off the road. His thumb slid just a little higher on the inside of your thigh. "That lollipop not doing it for you anymore?"

You smirked around the candy, pressing your knees together, feeling the throb pulse through you as his hand stayed exactly where it was, teasing you. Jay was always like that, he never rushed. Always knew exactly how to make you fall apart while he stayed in control.

It was unfair how good he was at it.

"You're so hot, fuck. I'm horny," you whined, shifting in your seat.

Your hips arched subtly, your body leaning closer toward him, craving proximity, anything that could bridge the space between his restraint and your need. You tugged the lollipop from your mouth, your lips slightly parted, breath warm.

Without another word, you leaned in and kissed the forming bulge in his joggers.

Jay hissed through his teeth, his hand tightening briefly on the wheel. "Wait, baby... this is a highway. I can't pull over right now."

But you weren't listening.

Your fingers worked fast, tugging down the waistband of his joggers just enough to free him. His cock sprang upward, hard and flushed, thick against the cool air of the car.

Your mouth watered at the sight, breath catching at the heat radiating off his skin. You leaned in, inhaling—soap-clean with a trace of sweat and something purely him. The scent only worsened the ache between your thighs, your panties already damp, your body begging for friction.

You pressed a kiss to the base, then another up the shaft, taking your time. Jay's breath grew heavier, chest rising a little faster beneath his hoodie.

"Baby—fuck—stop," he groaned, his voice strained but still trying to stay composed. "I could totally crash the car right now."

You just hummed around him as you let your lips part wider, taking the thick head of his cock slowly past your tongue. He was heavy and hot, stretching your mouth already, and you hadn't even gotten halfway down.

The cherry lollipop was still clutched loosely in your hand, forgotten now as the stereo played on, low beats humming through the BMW's speaker system, a lazy backdrop to your sin.

The cold air from the AC kissed your skin, but your body was burning, flushed and restless. The interior of the car is smooth leather, subtle lighting, the muted rumble of the road beneath. It felt far too intimate now. Comfortable, yes. Spacious? Not really. But maybe that made it even hotter.

You adjusted your position, knees curled beneath you as you leaned over the console, one hand braced against the seat. Not exactly ideal for sex but the idea sparked inside you anyway. You and Jay had never tried it in a moving car. And right now, with your mouth full of him and your panties soaked through, it was hard to think of why not.

"Baby..." Jay's voice broke again, raspier now. His other hand left the wheel, then tangled in your hair, fingers flexing as you took more of him into your mouth. The muscles in his thigh twitched beneath your palm. You felt the car lurch forward slightly, speed climbing.

You pulled back just a little, teasing the tip with your tongue, then swallowed him again, deeper, your throat beginning to ache in the best way. Your saliva coated him, warm and slick, and his low moan echoed under the pulse of the bass-heavy track on the stereo.

"You're going to kill us both—oh God," Jay breathed out, his hand clenched tighter in your hair, the other white-knuckling the steering wheel.

His hips jolted forward, enough to make you take him deeper, feel him press against the tight clutch of your throat. You gagged, eyes watering slightly, the sensation just on that edge of unbearable but you loved it.

You glanced up through your lashes. His profile was everything. Lips parted, panting. Brows drawn tight. Jaw clenched so hard the muscles jumped under the skin. His focus was fractured now, no longer completely on the road.

And fuck, that made him even hotter.

You moaned around him, muffled and needy, the vibration making his cock twitch against your tongue. You needed more. You began to bob your head faster, greedier, your spit slicking him all the way to the base. The wet sound of your mouth choking on him grew louder, rising above the hum of the stereo and the increasingly erratic purr of the engine.

"Shit—fuck, baby—" Jay hissed, and you felt the car jerk slightly, a small swerve. His hand stayed tight in your hair, guiding you just enough. You could feel his restraint crumbling with every second, every stroke of your tongue, every time you swallowed around him.

Your body moved with the car, every sudden jolt of speed, every shift of the wheel. Your hips instinctively rolled against the seat, legs squeezing together as your own arousal throbbed, hot and insistent. You could barely think past it.

His foot slammed harder on the pedal. The BMW roared forward.

You gasped around him but didn't stop, not even when he made a sharp, desperate turn onto a gravel pull-off, the tires crunching and skidding slightly. Trees blurred past the window, then the car jerked to a stop, engine still running, headlights slicing through early-morning mist.

That's when his hips snapped forward. Fast, and rough, he groaned your name as he began thrusting into your mouth, not giving you a second to breathe. His composure shattered completely. Both hands now tangled in your hair, guiding you down, using your mouth with a desperation you'd never seen from him before.

You took it. Gagging around him, drool slipping past your lips and down your chin, your eyes locked on his face. He was gone, lost in the feeling, in you, in the heat of your mouth and the pressure building in his core. You could feel it. The way his thighs trembled. The way his rhythm became erratic. The way he started whispering curses under his breath.

"Fuck, fuck, baby—don't stop—don't fucking stop," he growled, voice cracking, head falling back against the seat.

Your hands gripped his thighs, holding yourself steady as his thrusts grew wild.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum." he gasped, hips jerking up into your throat one last time.

With a final, broken groan, his whole body locked—hips freezing, muscles taut, cock pulsing hard between your lips. Hot, thick release spilled down your throat, and you moaned around him as you swallowed, tongue cradling every last drop. Your eyes fluttered shut, rolling back just slightly as you held him there, savoring it.

You slowly pulled off, his cock twitching slightly as it slid from your lips. A slick string of saliva stretched between you and him.

Jay collapsed back against the seat with a shaky exhale, head tilted, eyes shut. He reached down and adjusted the seat, giving you more room but his cock was still hard as fuck, standing proud, flushed a deep red and glistening. Not even release could cool the heat between you now.

With a quiet rustle, you slipped your bottoms off, panties and all, tossing them into the backseat without a thought. The cold air brushed against your bare skin, but the heat inside you burned hotter. You popped the lollipop back into your mouth, sucking lazily as you climbed into his lap, knees on either side of him.

Jay's eyes opened slowly, hazy with lust, the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin.

"Come here," he growled.

You settled over him, letting your soaked pussy drag along the length of his cock, his tip brushing your clit with every rock of your hips. Your head fell back instantly, a soft cry slipping from your lips as you circled your hips.

"Ahhh—fuck," you moaned, dragging your folds across him again and again, letting the friction tease you both to the edge.

Jay's hands flew to your hips, then lower, one of them cupping your mound, fingers spreading your lips, rubbing slow, delicious circles near your clit. The wetness was obscene, your arousal practically dripping onto his length, coating him in slick heat.

"Jesus Christ," he hissed, eyes fixed between your legs. "Your pussy's fucking soaked—fuck, baby. You're fucking dripping."

You whimpered, rolling your hips down into his touch, desperate for more.

"I can't help it," you panted, voice slurred slightly as the lollipop shifted in your mouth. "You're so fucking handsome—God, you look so good when you're trying not to lose control. Makes me wanna—ahhh!"

Your words cut off in a cry as Jay pushed two fingers into you. Your body clenched around him instantly, hips jerking down to meet the rhythm he set. He knew exactly where to curl them, just the right angle to pull sounds out of you.

"My pretty baby," Jay murmured, eyes locked on your face, drinking in the way it contorted with need. His thumb brushed your clit while his fingers pumped steadily, coaxing every ounce of slick from your cunt.

You were riding his hand now, shameless, grinding yourself down on his palm. Jay leaned up, his lips brushing against your jaw, hot breath ghosting over your skin. "Makes you wanna what, baby? Don't hold out on me. Say it."

You whimpered, rocking harder into his hand. "M-Makes me wanna ride your fat cock. Fuck, Jay, I want it so bad—want you to fill me up till I'm leaking all over your lap."

He groaned deep in his chest, teeth grazing your neck, and just as your back arched and hit the steering wheel—honk!

The car horn blared suddenly, sharp and loud, slicing through the haze of lust.

You both froze for half a second, startled then burst into low laughter. Jay reached down with his free hand and killed the engine, the dashboard lights dimming as silence fell. Except for the slick, wet rhythm of his fingers still inside you.

"Fuck," he grinned, voice low and ragged. "You're about to make me wreck and get us arrested, all in the same damn hour."

You moaned, grinding your hips harder, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Then shut up and fuck me, Jay. I need your cock. Now."

"Take it then," he growled, pulling his fingers free with a slick pop and grabbing the base of his cock, still hard, flushed, glistening with precum. "You want it so bad? Show me. Get yourself on it. Ride it like you mean it."

You didn't hesitate. One hand braced on the headrest behind him, the other guiding him to your entrance, you eased down onto his length with a moan that scraped from your throat. The stretch burned in the best way. He filled you completely, inch by inch, thick and hot, and by the time your hips met his, you were trembling.

"So big," you gasped. You rocked your hips once, then again rising up just enough for his tip to almost slip out before dropping back down, hard enough to make the slap of skin-on-skin echo off the leather interior.

Jay groaned beneath you, his head tipping back, one hand gripping your waist while the other fisted the edge of the seat.

Your mouth hung open, saliva slicking your lower lip, too lost in the pulse of your body to even speak. Your rhythm picked up, your hips grinding in slow, firm circles between thrusts, making him hit every sensitive spot inside you.

Jay's eyes locked onto your face, then dropped lower to your bouncing tits, to your soaked thighs, to where you were stretched around him. He bit his bottom lip and reached up without a word, fingers slipping the lollipop from between your lips.

He popped it into his own mouth, sucking lazily as he watched you ride his cock. "Mmm," he moaned, sugar-sweet and sex-drunk. "Taste even better when it's mixed with your spit."

"F-fuck, Jay," you whimpered, hands sliding up his chest, nails scraping over his hoodie.

You rolled your hips harder, faster. Your clit dragging against his pelvis with each bounce, making you cry out. You didn't care how filthy you looked, how loud, how desperate, you wanted more.

Jay shifted beneath you, planting his feet firmly, bracing himself and then thrusting up to meet you, perfectly timed as you came down. The angle was brutal, perfect, splitting you open so deep your head snapped back.

Your mouth fell open in a voiceless scream, hands flying to his shoulders, gripping him.

"Fucking ride it," Jay growled, breath ragged. "You wanna act like a needy little brat? Then prove it. Show me how fucking bad you want this cock. Work for it."

He punctuated the words by slapping your tits twice, and quick smacks that made you clench around him involuntarily.

You gasped, back arching as your pussy squeezed him tight. He yanked your crop top up with one hand, tugged your bra over your tits and latched onto one nipple, rolling it between his fingers, tossing the lollipop into the cupholder, he then leaned in and sucked the other into his mouth.

You bounced faster, trying to keep pace with the relentless rhythm, but the space was killing you. The roof of the car pressed against your head every time you moved too high. Your thighs screamed from the cramped position, the passenger seat squeaking beneath your frantic movement.

The air was hot with your breath, the windows had fogged completely now, blurred shapes of the outside world lost behind the film of heat and sweat.

"Jayy," you whined, voice cracking as your rhythm faltered. You were drenched in sweat, your skin slipping under his grip. "C-can't—fucking—move!"

He pulled back from your chest, mouth wet, lips slightly swollen from how hard he'd been sucking on you. His gaze found yours, and the wicked amusement behind it made your stomach twist.

"You're the one who begged for this," he murmured. He dipped his head again, tongue flicking lazily over your tender skin, circling your areola in slow, deliberate licks that made your spine arch involuntarily. "What, already worn out?"

"M-My legs," you breathed, nails digging into his shoulders for support, "they're cramping. I can't—I can't take it anymore, Jay. Please."

Your body was shaking from the strain. Every joint, every muscle begged for relief, but the heat building inside you was still screaming for more. It was maddening—to be this close and unable to keep going.

Jay exhaled through his nose, a quiet scoff that bordered on a laugh. "Could've just said you wanted me to take over," he muttered, the smirk returning to his lips as he slid his hands under your thighs. "But sure, cry about it first."

With a sudden shift, he lifted you off him, just enough to reposition and then he lowered the seat back, just a little, giving himself more room. His hands stayed firm on your hips, guiding you down slowly, letting gravity do the work as he filled you again, inch by throbbing inch.

"Lie back," he said, his tone low. "Let me fuck you properly."

Your back hit the steering wheel again, but this time it didn't matter. You let yourself collapse forward, resting your head on his shoulder as your body trembled around him.

He adjusted his grip, thrusting up into you, slow, controlled movements at first, deep and precise. You gasped, voice caught in your throat. Your entire body tensed around him.

"Yeah," he breathed into your ear, one hand slipping between your legs again. "That's it. Let me feel you give up. Let me do all the work now. Since my pretty girl wore herself out."

You whimpered, nodding weakly, surrendering everything.

Jay wrapped his arms around you, holding you close for a moment, before he shifted again beneath you. He adjusted his angle, pulled you flush against him, and drove his hips up.

He slammed into you so deep it knocked the air right out of your lungs.

Your voice cracked in a strangled cry, your body going rigid, then melting around him, clenching tight, pulsing with desperate need. You buried your face in his neck, moaning helplessly.

"Shit," he growled, his breath vibrating against your cheek. "This pussy's choking me. So tight. So fucking hot."

His grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into the softness. He was fucking you from below with complete control, every upward snap of his hips is bruising

You could barely keep your hands still. They roamed without direction—slapping blindly against the fogged window, leaving streaks and prints as your body rocked against the glass. Then they were at his shoulder, gripping the thick fabric of his hoodie; then in his hair, twisting, tugging, trying to anchor yourself.

Jay's mouth was everywhere, he kissed the curve of your throat, then bit your jaw with just enough pressure to make your eyes roll back. He licked a slow, hot trail across your collarbone, then sucked a bead of sweat from your skin.

"Can feel you, baby." He whispered, one hand sliding up your spine to cup the back of your neck, keeping you close. "You're gonna cum for me, aren't you?"

"Y-Yeah," you choked out, barely able to hold on. Your legs trembled violently, muscles twitching as your body struggled to keep pace with the intensity crashing down on you. "I'm—fuck, Jay—I'm right there—"

"Good," he murmured, teeth grazing your throat. "Then cum for me. Let go. Give it to me."

His thrusts grew sharper, each one punching a breath from your lungs, your hips colliding with his in a staccato rhythm of need. The sound of it filled the car: slick, obscene, mixed with your cries and the ragged sounds of his breathing. Your vision began to blur around the edges, your body too overwhelmed to process anything but sensation.

"I-I'm gonna—!" you gasped, voice cracking as the wave surged through you.

Jay caught your jaw in his hand, forcing your eyes to meet his for a breathless second then he kissed you. His mouth swallowed the ragged sob that tore from your throat as you shattered in his arms.

At the same time, his thumb found your clit again, circling fast. The moment your climax hit, your whole body keened. You went rigid, then completely undone, spasming around his cock so hard it forced a groan from his chest.

Your body slumped forward against him, completely spent, your skin sticking to his as you trembled in his lap. But Jay didn't release you. He held you close, his breath ragged against your neck, cock still buried inside you, twitching—still hard.

His fingers slid beneath your chin, tilting your face to meet his. His gaze was hooded, wild, drenched in a hunger that hadn't dulled at all.

"Back seat," he murmured. "Now."

You nodded, dazed, barely functional, still pulsing from the orgasm he'd dragged out of you. Your legs felt like jelly as you moved, fumbling your way off his lap. His cock slipped free with a wet sound that made both of you groan. You reached for the handle, pushed the passenger seat forward with a shaky hand, and climbed into the back.

Bags cluttered the floor, some half-unzipped from earlier when you'd thrown your clothes in, but Jay didn't care. He followed you in, kicking the duffel bags out of the way without even looking. His focus was entirely on you.

You were already on your knees, body too wired to think about modesty, hands braced on the middle seat for support when you felt him behind you.

"There she is," Jay muttered under his breath, running a hand up your spine. "My filthy girl."

He grabbed your hips, positioning you exactly how he wanted—arched, ass in the air, legs spread just enough to give him the perfect view. You felt the tip of his cock brush between your folds, dragging through the mess he'd already made of you.

"You're dripping down your thighs," he said, almost with pride, dragging his thumb along your inner thigh to collect it.

You whimpered as he pressed the head of his cock back into you, slower this time but it felt even more intense now. The sensitivity made you jolt forward, your hands gripping the seat tighter as he filled you all over again.

"F-fuck," you gasped, back arching more as your walls stretched around him. "Jay—oh my God—"

"Not done with you," he groaned, thrusting in deeper, hips slamming into the curve of your ass with a sound that echoed sharply in the tight space. "Not even close."

The car rocked slightly with every movement. The leather creaked under the shift of weight. Your breath fogged up the already-blurred windows as you gasped against the glass, leaving new streaks beside your earlier prints.

Jay's rhythm turned savage, his body slamming into yours with purpose, one hand tangled in your hair, the other squeezing your hip so tight

"We're gonna ruin the seats," he growled, thrusting harder, his voice cracking slightly with the effort.

You moaned, your hips moving back to meet every thrust with desperation, you could feel him hitting that perfect spot over and over again, and every time he did, you swore your knees buckled a little more.

"Jay," you sobbed out, unable to stop yourself, "want you to cum inside me—please—I want to feel it leak out while I'm still full of you."

He froze, his hips slowed, pulling almost all the way out, leaving just the swollen head of his cock lodged inside you. He watched the way your body tried to pull him back in, your ass pushing back in tiny, desperate motions, trying to fill yourself again.

"Say that again," he rasped, voice shaking as he gripped your waist harder, thumbs digging into your soft flesh.

"I want you to cum in me," you panted, looking back over your shoulder with glassy eyes and swollen lips. "Fill me up. Claim me. Make a mess."

He slammed back in, one hard, deep stroke that punched a cry from your lungs. His grip shifted, both hands now on your ass, squeezing, spreading. He slapped you once, hard, and you yelped, your pussy clenching around him so tight he hissed.

"Ahh, fuck, baby." He moaned, pulling back to watch your ass slap against his pelvis.

Your hips started moving faster, chasing his rhythm, the slick sounds of your bodies meeting reaching a fever pitch.

"Fuck, fuck," Jay breathed, voice cracking as his hands slid up from your hips. One traced along the curve of your spine, rough palm gliding over slick, sweat-damp skin, before his fingers dug into your shoulder, pulling you back into him, forcing you to take him even deeper.

"Please," you choked, "I want all of it—don't pull out, Jay—I wanna feel it drip down my thighs."

His breathing turned erratic, his rhythm faltering as his control slipped completely.

"I'm about to creampie your fucking pussy, baby," he snarled, hips slamming into yours hard enough to rock the whole car. "Gonna fill you till you're leaking. Stuff this sweet cunt like you begged for."

"Yessss!" Your orgasm slammed into you out of nowhere, your clit untouched, no fingers, no pressure, just the sheer brutality of his cock. Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream, vision going white at the edges, your core locking down around him like a vice.

Jay's moan cracked from his chest like a growl dragged through gritted teeth. He drove in once more, deep, deep, hips pressed tight to your ass as he spilled into you. His ears are ringing at the intensity.

You felt every throb, every twitch, every pulse of his cock releasing inside you. The heat of it flooded your core, thick and warm, coating your inside.

You cried out, not from pain but from relief, your body going limp beneath the weight of the moment. Your pussy fluttered around him as you milked every last drop, and Jay wasn't done.

He kept moving. Small, grinding thrusts keeping you full, keeping himself deep, pushing his release further into you with each roll of his hips.

"God," he groaned, burying his face between your shoulder blades, teeth grazing the damp skin there. You trembled beneath him, whimpering with every movement.

Jay didn't move to pull out. He stayed buried inside, cock still twitching, thick with release, his arms wrapped around you. His lips found your shoulder, then your neck, planting slow kisses while your body shook with the last of your orgasm.

By the time your orgasm began to fade, your body felt boneless, pliant, ruined in the most perfect way. A breathless, broken laugh slipped past your lips—half-delirious, half-relieved—as you collapsed forward onto the seat, your hands lazily finding their way to Jay's shoulder. Your fingers curled weakly into the fabric of his hoodie, grounding yourself against the aftershocks still rippling through you.

Jay didn't speak at first. He just held you there, still inside you, his chest rising and falling against your back. Then he leaned in slowly, pressing soft, lingering kisses to your temple, your cheek, each one landing with a wet smack that made you giggle.

His nose nuzzled against your face, tracing the line of your jaw, his lips brushing over your damp skin. You turned your head just enough to meet him, eyes fluttering half-open, your lips found his.

A sudden jolt of pain surged through your leg and your whole body jerked.

"Fuck, cramps!" you yelped, voice breaking through the heavy quiet. Your muscles seized. "Oh my God—my thigh, it's dead—completely fucking dead—"

Jay laughed, "hold on," he murmured, placing a steadying hand on your lower back.

He pulled out slowly, and you winced again from the sensation. You both felt the thick stretch of him slipping free, followed instantly by the warm slide of his cum spilling from you. It dripped down your inner thighs in slow, lazy rivulets, and Jay's eyes locked on it.

His breath caught. "Shit..." he muttered under his breath, his tone dipped low, eyes wide with something between awe and filthy satisfaction.

You flopped onto your side, trying to stretch out your cramped leg, your body still twitching with residual sensitivity. "Ugh, Jay—help—I'm dying."

"Baby," he chuckled, leaning forward, still staring at the mess between your legs, "you can't say shit like 'cum inside me' and then get mad when I fuck your legs into paralysis."

"I didn't think physics were gonna get involved," you whined dramatically, punching his shoulder with the strength of a wet noodle.

Jay grinned, eyes still glassy and high off the intensity, and leaned over you again. "C'mon, let me help. Gotta get you out of this position before your legs give out completely." He gently lifted one of your knees, massaging the cramp away with slow, circular pressure.

"There," he whispered, eyes focused. "Is that better?"

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, head dropping back against the seat. "God, yes. Keep doing that and I might fall in love."

Jay smirked. "Might?"

You grinned, eyes fluttering half-shut as he kept massaging, then slowed. He pressed a final kiss to the inside of your knee before sitting back, reaching for a water bottle from the center console and cracking it open for you.

"The next stop's only four miles out," he said, settling into that post-fuck softness. "I can grab you a Salonpas patch or something if you're still sore."

You took the water, chugged it like you hadn't just been moaning his name ten minutes ago, then looked up at him with wide eyes. "Can I smoke before we leave again?" you asked, blinking innocently.

Jay paused, narrowed his eyes at you like he already saw the trouble brewing behind your sweet expression.

He sighed. You knew that sigh.

Without waiting for his response, you grinned and mimed zipping your lips shut, pretending to toss the imaginary key out the window. "Okay, okay," you said with a dramatic shrug. "I said nothing."

He gave you a look, but the corner of his mouth still twitched like he couldn't help but find you ridiculous and adorable all at once.

Then your eyes dropped down, your voice lowering.

"Okay," you said, leaning in just enough to whisper it, "can I at least cock warm you while you drive?"

"Excuse me?"

You gave him your most innocent look—too wide eyes, soft voice, coy little smile. "What? I said warm. Not ride. Warm. That's, like, the most passive, wholesome form of love."

Jay barked a laugh, head falling back as he covered his face for a second. "You want to sit on my dick while I drive."

"Well, yeah," you said casually, already shimmying your hips to adjust your sore muscles. "I mean, it's already warm in there. Might as well keep him company. You don't want him to feel neglected, do you?"

Jay looked at you, he was grinning, hand sliding to the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. "Fine,"

Together, you climbed back into the front seat, Jay adjusted the recline of his seat, just enough to give you space, and you straddled him with a slow exhale, easing down onto him with a shiver.

You sighed, your head dropping forward against his chest as your body settled, molded around him. Jay's hands moved to your waist automatically, steadying you. With one hand, he reached down and draped a blanket, pulled from the mess of bags in the back—over your legs. The soft fleece shielded your bare skin from the AC.

The engine rumbled to life beneath you.

"I've got you," he whispered, adjusting the wheel with one hand while the other stayed on your thigh, tracing idle patterns against your skin. "Comfortable?"

"Mm-hmm," you murmured sleepily, nuzzling your face into the side of his neck. The scent of his cologne, Jo Malone wrapped around you. "Love you."

He glanced down at you, heart in his throat. His lips brushed your hairline, then pressed there in a lingering kiss.

"Love you more," he whispered back, and then shifted into gear, pulling back onto the dark road.

You let yourself sink into him completely, your eyes already starting to flutter shut. Your head slumped on his shoulder, mouth slightly open, your breath slowing.

You started snoring loud, unbothered, fully passed out in the lap of the man still very much inside you. You didn't care about the cramped space. Or the soreness creeping into your thighs. Or how uncomfortably good it still felt to be stuffed full of him.

You'd deal with the cramps when you woke up.

Jay glanced over and shook his head with a quiet chuckle, his hand smoothing down your back beneath the blanket.

He turned off the highway when the sign for the next rest stop came into view.

Maybe it was the way your hips shifted slightly in your sleep, or the way his cock throbbed just right inside your soaked heat—but something snapped again.

"Fuck it," Jay muttered,

He parked behind the convenience store, engine still running, rain starting to mist lightly on the windshield.

And he sped it up.

His grip tightened, and he began thrusting into you again from beneath—slow at first, rocking the seat, then harder, faster, building up to something messy and rough again, even with you half-asleep and whimpering against his chest.

You woke up mid-moan, dazed, grinding into him like your body already knew what to do before your brain caught up.

He kissed your shoulder between thrusts. "Just one more," he murmured. "Then I'll get your damn Salonpas."

#enhypen #enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen hard hours #jay x reader #jay smut #jay hardhours #park jongseong

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shawtuzi · 9 months ago

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STRETCH YOU OUT

pairing: ex boyfriend! toji x reader/// cw include: porn with plot, toji is pathetic but in a hot way, a little angst, oral f receiving, good ole make up sex, really really soft sex that eventually gets rough, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie obvi, a smidge of aftercare, rushed but happy ending!! edit: i finally proofread this i didn’t realize there were so many mistakes so sorry bout that!!

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“y/nnnn! baby please talk to me! i see you looking at through the curtain!” you jumped back, closing the curtain with quickness. you rubbed your temples, letting out a deep sigh.

toji was back trying to win your forgiveness. again. for the third time that week.

after a very heated argument that involved him calling you a bitch you sent that man packing, not even looking back as you slammed the door in his face.

toji could be a good boyfriend when he felt like it, which was a problem for you. you wanted stability, someone you could depend on, have children with—but you just weren’t sure toji wanted the same thing. his promises felt empty, like he was only saying it to make you happy and that’s what pissed you off more than anything. him calling you a bitch was just the icing on top of the worlds shittiest cake

you could still remember the look of shock on his face as you told him to get the fuck on and never come back.

yet here he was for the third night in a row—sitting outside your apartment blasting ‘fallin’ by alicia keys from his car with the most beat up looking bouquet of flowers you’ve ever seen in his arms.

you suddenly heard a loud knock at your door, making you jump. you looked through the peephole, sighing when you saw your neighbor suguru, a very agitated look on his face.

“can i help you?” you asked cracking the door open, already knowing he was about to give you an earful about toji.

“this is the third time that guy has shown up here blasting that loud ass music, and he keeps yelling your name. you gonna do something about?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. you kissed your teeth, opening the door wider, “i don’t know what the hell you expect me to do? he’s a grown ass man—”

“a grown ass man that has ties to you! fix it y/n or i won’t be so nice asking next time—” geto was cut off by you slamming the door in his face, letting out a sound of surprise. “bitch…” he muttered, walking back to his apartment.

you sighed once more, letting your forehead fall against the door. “fucking toji,” you growled, pushing off the door, walking over the window where you were watching toji. you yanked open the curtains, met once again with sight of toji belting out whatever r&b song was playing in his car.

you opened the window, sticking your head out the slightest bit. “y/n, baby! you came back!” he let out a sound of relief. you shook your head in annoyance, “turn that shit off and go home toji,” you hissed, making him frown and shake his head. you narrowed your eyes at the man, giving him the best death glare you could manage.

although you did put a little fear in his body, toji stood his ground, taking it a step further by turning up the stereo in his car. “i’m not leaving till we talk and baby you know i got time,” he glared right back at you, smirking because he knew that you knew he was indeed right. your nostrils flared in anger, your fist closing up ready to straight up punch this man in his jaw.

“ugh fine just turn that shit off before anyone complains,” you slammed your window shut, irritation radiating off every inch of your body. wow did this man had a lot of fucking nerve, but it’s okay you were ready to let him have it the second he stepped into your apartment.

it didn’t take long for toji to make it to your apartment, breathless and jittery but nonetheless excited to finally be in your presence again. you slowly opened the door, a frown etched onto your pretty, plump lips.

“hi baby….can i come in?” you didn’t say anything, instead you just stepped aside allowing him into the warmth of your apartment. the smell of caramel and honey hit his nose, relaxing him the tiniest bit.

it was silent for a few moments, no one saying anything until toji finally broke the silence. “before you go off on me just hear me out okay? sit. please,” toji ushered you over to the couch, his heart tightening when you shook his touch off.

“you know i don’t think you’re no bitch right? i’m sorry i even said it i hope we can move past it…” you looked at him, your brows furrowing, waiting for him to continue with his “apology”. when nothing else was said you couldn’t help but shake your head and laugh.

“toji…you think i kicked you out all because you called me a bitch….nothing else?” you were laughing but nothing was funny and that’s what was freaking toji the fuck out. he didn’t say anything which was just pissing you off even more.

“i kicked your ass out because i don’t even know what we’re doing anymore toji! you come and go as you please, you don’t talk to me and i mean really talk to me about shit like our future or if you even see a future with me. this relationship feels one sided whether you believe it and i’m sick of it—i don’t even believe you anymore whenever you say you love me. you haven’t touched me in god knows how long— *hiccup*

you hadn’t even realized you started crying till you felt little salty droplets fall on your thighs. you squeezed your eyes shut, bowing your head down as you tried to control your breathing.

“an—and now you got me fucking c-crying and shit—i hate you, i hate you so much,” you wiped your tears with the back of your hand but they just kept falling. toji’s eyes were wide as he watched you cry—over him of all fucking people. his chest felt impossibly tight, his throat feeling as if it would close up any minute.

you suddenly jumped up, “are you even gonna say anything?!” the volume of your voice took him by surprise, making him flinch. toji quickly stood up, resting his hands on your shoulders but you only pushed him away. toji took a deep breath, muttering out a small ‘sorry’ before pulling you into his arms.

“let go of me toji, jus’ leave,” but toji only shushed your cries, hugging you to his chest tighter—not tight enough to hurt you of course. he pressed multiple kisses to the crown of your head, rocking the two of you side to side while you silently cried into his shirt.

he cracked the tiniest smile when he finally felt you clutch onto his shirt, your nose nuzzling more into his chest. “just breathe and listen to me okay?” toji waited for you to verbally answer before speaking once more.

“i do love you y/n, there is no one else for me but you. it’s just—whenever you talk about that stuff i get scared shitless. i never pictured myself as the husband type or the dad type until just recently and even then i feel like id be shit at it. then you’d eventually realize you could do better n’ leave me,” he said the last part so quietly you almost didn’t hear it. panic washed over toji’s face when you began to cry harder.

“that’s why you need to talk to me, if i would’ve known it spooked you i wouldn’t have kept pushing the idea,” you were so annoyed at him, but you definitely couldn’t ignore the way your heart swelled at his words. toji rested his cheek on the crown of your head, shutting his eyes, “i’m a fucking idiot. the biggest fucking idiot there ever were.”

“yeah you are,” you let out a tiny laugh, lifting your head up to get a good look at toji. his eyes were sad and cloudy, something you’ve never seen before, it made you wanna start bawling your eyes out all over again.

“i’m sorry baby, forgive me. please.” he pressed his forehead against yours, frowning when you wouldn’t meet his gaze. “why won’t you look at me? look at me please y/n.” still nothing.

you let out a noise of surprise when toji suddenly fell on his knees, his big hands clutching onto the soft fabric of your his pajama pants. you finally made eye contact with him, your eyes already brimming with hot tears once more.

“forgive me. i’ll do anything—anything you ask of me. just let me come back and love you the right way—the way i should’ve been doing all this time,” he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in softness of your tummy. you ran your fingers through his hair, little hums of content leaving toji’s lips.

“fine. i forgive you toji.”

toji tilted his head up, his lips curling into a sad smile. you smiled back at him, giving his forehead three kisses before pushing him back. “now get your ass up you have a lot of making up to do,” you made your way to your bedroom, shedding your clothes on the way.

toji’s mouth was dropped in awe, his dick already twitching at the thought of finally being inside you again. he stood up on shaky legs, his eyes immediately locking on your discarded panties. he snatched them up and shamelessly took a look sniff, his eyes closing in utter bliss.

“what a fucking woman.”

“toji! bring your ass.”

“coming!”

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“a-ah! tojiii,” you mewled, yanking on toji’s jet black locks as he tongue fucked your pussy with everything he had in him. he had your knees pushed to your chest, securing them both with his large hands.

toji moaned into your pussy, swaying his head back and forth as he slurped up every drop you had to offer him. “s’fuckin’ good,” he slurred into your pussy, his dick jumping in his pants when he felt a gush of your wetness his his tongue.

he pushed his tongue into your clenching hole once more, his nose bumping into your clit each time his head moved. your toes curled in ecstasy as your second orgasm washed over you. “goddamn baby you tryna baptize me?” toji chuckled, giving your pussy three quick slaps.

“fuck you,” you mewled in overstimulation when you felt toji shove two fingers in your pussy, curling them just right. toji kissed his way up your body, stopping to give you a sloppy kiss.

“i intend to but i gotta stretch you out first if i wanna fit all the way in,” toji hummed, adding a third finger, his thumb quickly finding your clit to ease the stretch. you wrapped your arms around his neck, your whines and whimpers sounding like a symphony in his ears.

“feels so good toji,” you sighed dreamily, pressing your manicured toes against his hard on. toji hissed, his teeth catching onto his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. “s’about to feel even better honey, open your legs,” toji swiftly removed his fingers from your cunt, a deep groan rumbling in his chest watching the way you clenched around nothing.

he pulled his sweats low enough for his dick to spring out but that wasn’t enough for you. “everything. take it all off, w’nna feel you against me,” your voice was so sweet and gentle compared to how it was earlier. it brought his heart so much peace knowing your words towards him were no longer full of anger and annoyance.

toji obeyed your wishes and removed everything. he pulled your body to the edge of the bed, pushing your knees to your chest once more. he tapped his dick against your pussy, fighting the urge to bust already just from how fucking wet your pussy sounded.

“ready for me baby?” his tone was soft as he slowly pushed the tip in. you nodded, your breath hitching when he pushed more in. it stayed like that for a moment—toji softly praising you as he slowly pushed all eight and a half inches of him inside you.

there we go—hah!” you both gasped in unison when he pushed himself in to the hilt. you feet knocked against his back, your body squirming at the feeling of being completely stuffed. “too big toji! it’s too much!” you tried to control you breathing you really did, but the way you could feel the thick veins on him throbbing against your walls had your mind already scrambled.

toji took in a long breath, attempting to get his thoughts together. this was about you not him. he was determined to make you see stars.

“you can take it baby—i know you can take it. gonna take me like a good girl like all those other times yeah? you wanna make me proud don’t you?” his thumbs caressed at your cheeks as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. he finally felt your pussy ease up, allowing him to draw his hips back, then forward.

your eyes rolled into the back of your head, mouth dropping open as toji fucked you with every ounce of love he had to offer. “fell s’good around me baby, kept this pussy nice and tight for me. you knew i’d be back didn’t you?” both his strong arms caged your head, blocking you from seeing anything in the room but him. toji drew his hips back all the way before slamming back in, hissing when he felt your manicured fingers dig into his biceps.

“a-answer me y/n, answer me right now or m’gonna fucking pull out,” it was an empty threat, you both knew that, but that didn’t stop you from scrambling to find the words to answer him. “yessss yes i knew you’d be back! i— ah my god! i w-was waiting for an excuse to let you come in and i’m so hap—happy it happened!” even though your brain told itself multiple times to not let this man back into your life you heart was saying a whole nother thing. of course love always triumphs which is why toji’s got you folded like a damn pretzel, fucking into you so hard your body was sliding up the bed.

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“thas’ right baby take that fucking dick, take my cum so i can make you a pretty mommy,” toji growled pushing your face further into your pillows, drool and tears falling freely onto the soft cotton.

you’d lost track of how many rounds you’ve gone, your brain sounding like nothing but static. your hands that were once pushing against toji’s pelvis to slow his movements were now pinned to your back. you were filled with so much cum you almost felt bloated, but you didn’t care—not when toji was making the sweetest promises about making you a mother.

each time he came inside you he pushed any excess back into your spent pussy, and each time his dick got hard causing him to beg you for yet another round that you simply couldn’t refuse. this time around though you could tell he was tired, the way his thrusts went from sloppy to straight up grinding, the way he wasn’t even trying to contain his moans anymore—my mans was tired okay.

“i’m—i’m gonna cum again daddy, feels like a lot,” you clutched onto your pillow for dear life, your knees feeling like they were about to give out any second. one particular roll of his hips finally triggered your orgasm, making your eyes cross and your legs finally give out from beneath you.

that didn’t stop toji in fact it even encouraged him to be rougher, his thighs clapping against the backs of yours they were turning a light shade of pink. “f-fuck are you still fucking cumming? you’re soaking me doll,” he grunted, mesmerized by the way waves of cum leaked from your pussy each time he pulled out.

with one last thrust toji finished inside you with a deep groan, his chest rumbling against your back. toji sat back on his knees, whistling at the way his cum flooded out of your swollen pussy, staining your sheets even more. he kissed his way up your back, stopping at your neck to litter it with wet kisses.

“you okay mama?” he laid next you, pulling your limp body into his arms. you couldn’t respond—like actually you were entirely too fucking tired, so you settled on a loving pat on his chest along with a kiss to his jaw. toji chuckled, tilting his head to give your forehead three kisses.

as you dozed off to sleep in his arms toji took this time to admire you in your relaxed state. that furrow between your brows was no longer there, along with that oh so cute pout you were sporting when he first came inside your apartment.

“i’m gonna do right by you i promise y/n, i promise.”

#toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji x reader #jujutsu toji #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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armpirate · 7 months ago

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Unspoken || Jungkook

pairing: Soldier!JK x fem!reader || Boyfriend's friend

w.c.: 9.3k

Warnings: smut, cheating, dirty talk, male masturbation, unprotected sex, teasing (Minors DNI! Refrain from reading if you're not +18, and ignore if you don't like this type of content)

Aprox. time of reading: 42 minutes

Summary: You thought you had a happy relationship with your boyfriend, you were convinced nothing would ever come between you two. At least until you first met Jungkook, Mingyu's friend and base partner, for a holiday break. His pull toward you was immediate, but also forbidden. Neither of you needed to express how you felt about each other, your attraction was unspoken. Although it'd only get out of control the second you both confessed how you felt about each other.

MASTERLIST

Jungkook leaned back against the passenger seat, the low hum of the car engine blending with the soft playlist his colleague, Mingyu, had playing on the stereo. It was a rare break from the structured chaos of military life, and Jungkook still wasn't quite sure how he'd ended up accepting Mingyu's invitation to spend the holidays at his place.

"You're gonna love it," Mingyu had said, grinning as he threw a duffel bag into the trunk of his car earlier that morning. "Y/n makes the best holiday food, and the vibe's just... different. You'll see."

"Thanks again for inviting me" Jungkook said now, glancing over at Mingyu, whose focus was split between the road and his casual commentary about how cold it always got in their hometown during the holidays.

"No problem. Can't have you stuck at the base during break, eating pre-packaged trash. And besides, Y/n's been wanting to meet you forever. She loves hearing my stories about how I carried your butt during training," Mingyu teased.

Jungkook snorted, rolling his eyes. "Carried me? Right. You couldn't even..."

Mingyu's laughter cut him off, the kind that made it hard not to smile along. Despite their constant banter, Jungkook had always appreciated Mingyu's warmth. It was one of the things that had made him such a good friend, both on and off duty.

The car pulled up to a modest but inviting house tucked behind a line of bare trees, its porch lit with soft golden lights. Jungkook stepped out, his boots crunching against the icy driveway as he stretched. His breath curled into the cold air, and for a moment, he let himself soak in the quiet that only winter seemed to bring.

Jungkook followed him inside, shaking off the chill. The warmth of the house hit him immediately, carrying with it the smell of cinnamon and pine. He stepped into the living room, his gaze moving over the soft, glowing decorations scattered across shelves and windows. Then his eyes landed on you.

You weren't quite sure when your boyfriend would show up, but you were dying to see him. Despite how cold it was outside, you managed to put on his favorite outfit: a pair of shorts that barely cupped your ass and a thin top that he had always managed to take off easily.

The click of the door, heard from your room, almost had you jumping in excitement in your place, biting your lip before you finally chose to walk downstairs to meet him.

You were expecting your boyfriend, but not the man who was behind him. Mingyu was quite big, but those doe-eyed man's shoulders managed to oversize your boyfriend's.

Jungkook barely registered Mingyu's playful retort because, for a second, it felt like time had slowed. You were stunning, not just in the way you carried yourself, but in the ease of your smile and the warmth in your dark eyes. You weren't what Jungkook had expected, though he wasn't sure what he had expected. It wasn't like he actually had bothered to imagine you.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming with someone?" it was your first question as you walked downstairs, closing the gap to slap your boyfriend's arm.

"It'd be better if I leave" Jungkook got cut off by you, big eyes looking at him over Mingyu's shoulder.

"No, I didn't mean that" you sighed. "It's just... this dickhead should've told me first. I'm Y/n".

"I know" he smiled, quickly nodding. "You're everything he talks about in the base".

And now Jungkook knew why.

"Let me guess... Jungkook?" you pointed at him, looking unsure, but at the same time knowing you were about to give the right answer.

"You got it right".

Your laugh was soft, but it resonated. "It's nice to finally meet you, Jungkook," you said, extending a hand.

Jungkook shook it, his palm warm against yours, while he noticed the distance you had built. Maybe it was that he just wanted to feel you closer, while you were keeping the safety of each other's personal space.

"Nice to meet you, too," he said, his voice steady even as something in his chest stirred.

He told himself it was just nerves. Or maybe the exhaustion from months of routine, of walls and regulations. Whatever it was, he ignored it.

You were Mingyu's.

And Jungkook had no intention of complicating that.

But as the evening unfolded and conversation flowed freely between the three of you, he couldn't shake the strange pull he felt toward you. Every laugh you shared, every subtle gesture, seemed to light something within him. It was subtle, unspoken, but undeniably there.

Jungkook had told himself, over and over, throughout the months he dragged after knowing you that it was just a fleeting crush, a strange little inconvenience brought on by proximity and circumstance. But the more time passed, the more he realized he was lying to himself.

It didn't help that you weren't the kind of woman he could ignore. Every time Mingyu mentioned you in passing, with his face lighting up with affection, it made something twist uncomfortably in Jungkook's chest. He hated the feeling. Hated that his mind lingered on stolen glances and shared laughter from the few times he had seen you.

It was getting worse, though. Much worse.

You visited the base once, just over a month after the holidays, surprising Mingyu with homemade snacks and your bright, warm presence that seemed to brighten the cold halls of their quarters. Jungkook hadn't known you were coming, but the moment your laughter echoed down the hallway, he knew.

He was mid-conversation with another soldier when you appeared, walking beside Mingyu with a radiant smile and a bag slung over your shoulder. You looked out of place in the best way, soft in a world of hard lines and camouflage.

"Jungkook!" you called out when you spotted him, your hand lifting in a small wave.

He froze for a moment, the sound of your voice cutting through everything else. Forcing a smile, he raised a hand in return, his stomach twisting into a knot as you approached. He didn't expect you there, and even less looking so bright with that short flowing dress that stopped mid-thigh.

He needed you to hug him to finally realize he wasn't going crazy with his own thoughts.

"I didn't know you'd be here today," he said, his voice steady even as he fought to keep his expression neutral, stepping back to look you in the eyes.

"Surprise!" you beamed. "I couldn't let Mingyu go too long without something sweet to snack on. And I packed extra for you, too. Thought you might appreciate it."

Your kindness was as effortless as it was genuine. That was the worst part. You weren't trying to make his heart race or send him spiraling into feelings he didn't want. You were just... you.

"Thanks," Jungkook murmured, taking the small package you handed him. Your fingers brushed briefly, and he cursed the way his pulse quickened.

Mingyu, oblivious as always, grinned at the interaction. "See? Told you she's the best. You don't know how lucky I am"

Jungkook's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah," he said quietly, his gaze flicking to you, who was already chatting with another soldier nearby. "You're really lucky."

The rest of your visit was a blur of polite small talk and stolen glances that Jungkook wished he could erase from his memory. When you finally left, Mingyu was grinning from ear to ear, talking about you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded in the chaos of military life.

And Jungkook?

Jungkook felt like he was losing a battle he couldn't even admit he was fighting.

Each passing week only made it harder to ignore. Every time he caught himself thinking about you, he'd push the thoughts away, burying them under layers of duty and loyalty. But they always came back, stronger and more insistent, until it felt like he was carrying a weight he couldn't shake.

And the worst part was knowing he couldn't do anything about it.

If he thought it was going to be a temporary crush, he couldn't be more wrong. And what made the least sense for him was the way it kept growing bigger with the little he actually saw you. But hell, the little he saw you was enough to have a huge impact on his system and the way his brain worked to be wrapped around you.

If you wore a new gloss, it was enough for him to keep thinking about the way it'd taste on your lips if he kissed you. If you did something new to your hair, he kept coming up with ways of brushing the few strands that escaped your hairstyle and getting you to smile shyly. And the most simple thoughts turned into the most primitive when he was alone in his room, reminiscing of how your clothes always looked good on you. It only made him wonder how good what was underneath would look.

You were a nightmare and a dream at the same time. Something he couldn't reach, but something he couldn't escape either.

He needed it to get it to stop.

That was why he agreed when you came up with a blind date for him. Jungkook knew he should've said no the moment you brought it up, but his desperation to get you out of his head was bigger than his common sense.

"I have this friend," you had said, your eyes lighting up with the enthusiasm that always made his heart skip a beat. "She's sweet, funny, and gorgeous. I think you two would really hit it off!"

He'd tried to decline politely, but you had a way of being insistent without overstepping. Before he knew it, he was sitting in a crowded cinema on a Friday night with someone he barely knew while you and Mingyu sat right next to them.

His date, Hana, was nice enough, chatty and kind, exactly as you had described. But Jungkook couldn't focus. Every smile she gave him, every laugh they shared over popcorn, felt hollow. His mind was elsewhere, drifting back to the woman who had orchestrated this evening in the first place, the same woman who was sitting at his left, oblivious of how crazy you drove him.

The lights dimmed, signaling the start of the movie, and the theater fell into a hushed silence. Jungkook shifted in his seat, trying to settle his restless thoughts, but the more he tried to focus on the screen, the harder it became.

It didn't help that your voice still lingered in his head, your laugh from earlier in the night replaying over and over.

He wasn't even aware of what he was doing at first. It was an unconscious movement he didn't quite control. His hand, resting on the armrest, slipped lower, brushing against your skirt where it met your thigh. It was an innocent gesture at first, or at least, he told himself it was. But as his fingers pressed just a fraction further, he felt the warmth of your skin, the soft fabric of your dress.

His breath hitched.

You tensed beside him, turning slightly. "Jungkook?" you whispered, your tone more confused than alarmed.

Realizing what he'd done, he immediately withdrew his hand, his heart pounding. "Sorry," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of the movie. "I... hmm... I didn't mean to. It was an accident."

You offered a small, uncertain smile, brushing it off with a light shrug. "It's fine," you whispered back, your focus returning to the screen.

But Jungkook couldn't move past it. His stomach churned, guilt and shame twisting inside him. He hadn't mistaken you for Hana, not in the physical sense, at least. But in the darkness of the theater, his mind had wandered, and for a fleeting, selfish moment, he'd let his emotions take over.

He spent the rest of the movie barely moving, his body rigid as he counted down the minutes until the credits rolled. When the lights came up, you seemed as sweet and nice as always, as if that moment hadn't meant anything for you.

But Jungkook couldn't shake the weight of what had happened, or the realization that he was spiraling into feelings he had no business indulging.

Your concern for his happiness, your effort to set him up with someone, had only made things worse. You saw him as a friend, nothing more. And yet, his own desires had betrayed not only his loyalty to Mingyu but the respect he'd tried to maintain for you yourself.

As you exited the theater and Mingyu teased him about the "cute couple" they made, Jungkook forced a laugh, but inside, he felt like he was crumbling.

Something had to change.

Because if he didn't find a way to stop this, he knew it would destroy him, and everything he valued most.

Those were the only thoughts in his head while he stared at the ceiling that same night, trying to know what was the best way to put a solution to everything going on. Maybe it was time for him to stop his friendship with Mingyu and free himself from the pain and the trouble.

A sound broke through the silence. It wasn't loud, it was obvious he wasn't supposed to hear it, but it was followed by another sound that was heard clearer the second time. Your moans were soft and cautious, almost as if coming from the back of your throat by how hard you tried to keep them to yourself.

But he heard. Of course he heard it.

Jungkook didn't know when he disconnected, or more like when he allowed his brain to come up with images of you. But when he realized it was way too late and he liked it too much to stop it.

His fingers were closed around himself under the blankets, his eyes closed and his lips parted as the thought of him being the one getting those sounds out of you started being more powerful. Not only powerful, it was so vivid he could almost feel his digits pressing on your flesh to keep you in place, your warm breath on his neck while your fingers played with his hair. He twitched on the spot when he replaced the emptiness of his hand with warmth inside you. He was sure you'd take him well, knowing he was meant to be pounding into you instead of rubbing against his palm. He also knew he could make those moans sound louder, making you unable to control yourself, no matter who was in the next room. You'd be loud and desperate for him to let you reach your orgasm. He could even hear your whimpers against his ear, with your thin breath coating his lobe. Your nails would drag down his spine and your legs would close tight around his waist, because he knew you probably were the type to get so blinded by pleasure that you had no control over your body.

All of his muscles tensed when he pictured you reaching the climax, his toes almost curling by pleasure while he had to gulp the groan that almost interrupted your prolonged moan when you came, not wanting to cut how good you sounded.

If you ever said his name with that same needy tone, he knew he'd cum at the first letter you pronounced.

Reality hit him again when he blinked in the darkness, realizing he fell back again into the same course he promised he wouldn't follow a few weeks back. Without making a sound, he got out of his room to clean himself up.

Right when he was just coming out of the bathroom, you were walking through the corridor, coming back from the stairs. Your cheeks were a pale read, your eyes big and still dark, your hair messy, but that same friendly smile remained.

"How was the date? Did you like Hana?" your eyebrows raised with curiosity. "She's nice, right?"

But Jungkook didn't care about how nice Hana was. He didn't care whether they'd make a cute couple or not, because the only thing in his head at that moment was the idea of you asking that because you were minimally jealous, and not because you were genuinely hoping something would come out of that blind date.

"I... I don't think so" Jungkook grimaced, avoiding your eyes.

"Aw really?" you almost pouted. "Why not?"

It was his chance, or so he thought. For once he didn't let his consciousness get in between what he wanted, he didn't allow caution to stop him from taking the chance you were offering.

He pulled you in the bathroom, closing the door right behind you before cornering you against it. You couldn't help but hear your heartbeat against your eardrums, slowly taking you away from reality, leaving you deaf to anything that wasn't Jungkook's voice.

"If I tell you 'why not', I'm afraid we'll have a big problem" he admitted, his hand slowly raising up to your head level.

Your tongue moved through your lips, but it stayed as dry while his eyes pushed you to do the craziest things that came to mind "Jungkook, I..."

"Don't say my name" he cut you off. "Don't say my name or I'll lose control of myself, and I promise you there will be no turning back".

What were you supposed to say? No words were able to come out of your lips. What was he expecting you to say?

"I didn't like Hana because I kept thinking how your lips would still taste sweet, even after the popcorn you were eating. I didn't get confused and touch you when I wanted to touch Hana. I wanted to touch you, at least know what it felt like. I'm going crazier every day for you, and I don't know how much I'll take it".

"I'm with Mingyu" you confronted.

You used those words, hoping they'd work for Jungkook the same way they worked for you. But they had no effect on him.

Your sentence seemed like a lame excuse to stop yourself. It wasn't a straight 'no' because you were sure of your decision. It was a weak excuse to get to know whether that mattered to him as little as it started to matter for you since you first met Jungkook.

"I know" he scoffed, "of course I know" his head tilted to the side, his eyes narrowing. "You have no idea how bad I wanted to be in his place tonight. Just the thought of having you around me has kept me satisfied for a while, but tonight... Fuck, tonight I realized how much I need that to stop being a thought and be a reality".

You hated the way your body reacted to his words, but you hated even more how he didn't need those words to make you feel the way you did.

"I..." you were so close to succumbing, so close to ruin it all. "No".

It was the only word you could pronounce, the only word that wouldn't hint at how indecisive you actually were and wouldn't expose your shaky and unsure tone before you pushed him away.

It would be a mistake. A big one. And you couldn't do that to Mingyu, not to yourself. You were better than all that.

Your heart stopped when he paused your steps before you could reach the door to your room, forcing you to turn around and face him, before you were back against a wall.

Jungkook was aware of the way you looked at him before you stepped out of the bathroom, and seeing you under Mingyu's t-shirt pushed him to fire the last bullet. The only thought was how possessive he felt of you when he noticed you were wearing his military t-shirt, another detail reminding him you weren't his.

He would regret it the next day but, at least, it was something he'd get out of his chest.

He kissed you.

His hands were cupping your cheeks while his lips moved slowly on yours. For a moment, that was the only thing that mattered. It wasn't the way you both knew each other, or the circumstances... you could only feel him.

Your fingers tugged on his t-shirt on his waist, too unsure to pull him closer, but too needy to let go. His lips felt different, like he was familiar with you despite not kissing you before. He treated you with such care while showing off how much he craved you, that you thought it couldn't be real.

You gasped when his tongue slid through your lips, finding yours, barely touching before you broke the kiss again after hearing your boyfriend calling you from inside the room.

You felt so guilty because of how much you liked it, and you also felt guilty because you couldn't give Jungkook what he wanted.

What had you done?

He knew, by the way you looked at him as you walked back to the room, that there was no point in trying, because Mingyu would always be your choice.

The airport was buzzing with life, a constant ebb and flow of people coming and going. You stood just outside the arrival gate, your arms crossed tightly over your chest, as if the gesture alone could shield you from the nervousness to take a toll on your sanity.

You didn't want to be there. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself.

When Mingyu had asked you to pick Jungkook up, the instinctive response had been a hard no. But you'd hesitated, your heart betraying your mind. You hadn't seen him in weeks, not since that night, when everything got out of control between you two.

Actually, he set a whole ocean in between you when he left for a special mission in another country. Yet, that distance only made him more present in your life. Your head could only wonder whether he was alright, because whenever you asked Mingyu, he never had enough information that could help you to go on.

During those moments, you regretted only kissing him once.

The memory was still vivid, a flash of heat and regret tangled together in a kiss that should never have happened. He'd kissed you as if he'd been holding back for far too long, and the way your body had responded, the way your heart had raced, made it all more dangerous, because you couldn't remember reacting that same way with your boyfriend -not even when you started dating.

But you had returned to him that same night, guilt pressing heavy on your chest, and Jungkook had pulled away, physically, emotionally, entirely.

The distance he'd created had been suffocating. You'd told yourself it was for the best, that you two needed it. And yet, when Mingyu asked you to help out this once, your excuses had faltered.

Deep down, you wanted to see him.

And as much as you hated to admit it, you suspected Jungkook felt the same.

Your thoughts scattered when the sliding doors opened, and Jungkook emerged, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His dark hair was tousled from the long flight, his jaw set with the faintest tension, but his eyes softened the moment they landed on you.

"Y/n," he greeted, his voice low, almost hesitant.

"Jungkook," you replied, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The hum of the airport surrounded you, but it felt distant, like you were suspended in your own little bubble of awkward silence and unresolved tension.

"You didn't have to come," he finally said, shifting the bag higher on his shoulder.

"Mingyu asked me to," you said, your tone sharper than you intended.

It was an excuse that you didn't believe yourself.

Your boyfriend asked you to, but you could've said no. You could've used work as an excuse not to be there, and you knew your boyfriend would've taken it.

You sighed, your posture relaxing slightly. "But... I didn't mind."

That last part slipped out before you could stop it, and Jungkook's eyes flickered with something you couldn't quite place. Relief, hope... you didn't know, but it was positive.

"Let's go," you added quickly, turning on your heel and heading toward the exit.

The walk to the car was quiet, the tension between you palpable. You unlocked the doors, and both climbed in, the faint smell of pine from your air freshener filling the silence.

"How has it been?" you managed to ask.

He grimaced, his expression unsure while he twitched on his seat "It was... okay. Let's say the noise these few weeks have kept me distracted. Some thoughts are way louder and disturbing" he admitted, his tattooed arm resting next to the window.

It didn't take much for you to know what he was hinting at. Any hopes you had to be able to ignore what happened between you two, vanished when he confessed he felt as disturbed as you did.

As you pulled out of the parking lot, the words you'd been holding back tumbled out. "Why did you do it?"

Jungkook turned to you, his expression unreadable. "Do what?"

"You know what," you said, gripping the wheel tightly. "The kiss. Why did you kiss me?"

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Because I couldn't keep pretending," he admitted quietly. "I couldn't keep acting like I didn't feel something for you. Like I didn't..." he trailed off, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "I don't know what happened that night, but I felt like I needed to do it. After so much time, it just felt right".

Your chest tightened. You didn't know what you'd expected, but his honesty left you breathless.

"You didn't say anything after," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I thought it was better that way," he replied. "You went back to Mingyu, and I knew I had no right to... to want anything more. That's why I volunteered for this new mission. It was better than staying here."

Your grip on the wheel faltered for a moment, your emotions threatening to overwhelm you. You swallowed hard, focusing on the road.

"So you don't regret it?" you managed to ask.

"Do you?" he questioned immediately after, eyes narrowing while trying to read through your body language.

A scoff introduced your reply before you spoke "I asked first".

"No".

The car fell silent again, but this time, the quiet wasn't as heavy. There was something unspoken between you, something you both knew couldn't be resolved in one drive.

The ride had grown quieter, but the tension between you buzzed like static in the air. You couldn't focus, your hands gripping the steering wheel as your thoughts ran in circles around Jungkook's answer.

It lingered in your mind, stirring emotions you weren't sure you were ready to face.

Did you actually regret that kiss?

When you reached the mall parking lot, a stop you'd insisted on under the guise of needing to grab something, you parked the car and let out a long breath.

"You don't have to come in," you said, your voice clipped.

"I don't mind," Jungkook replied casually, already unbuckling his seatbelt.

Of course he wouldn't stay in the car. He would never make things easy for you.

The two of you walked through the glass doors of the mall, the buzz of activity offering a welcome distraction. You kept your focus on the shops ahead, determined to ignore the way Jungkook's presence seemed to fill the space beside you.

"What do you need here?" he asked, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets as you strolled past storefronts.

"Just... something for Mingyu," you lied, thinking that bringing up his name would work as a stop for the two of you

"Hmm," he hummed while nodding slowly, his tone unreadable.

You stopped in front of a small boutique, pretending to be interested in the display of watches in the window. But your focus shattered when you felt Jungkook lean in, his voice low near your ear, the warmth of his chest almost hitting your back.

"Why are you avoiding looking at me?"

Your breath hitched, and you stepped back, glaring at him. "I'm not avoiding you."

His lips curved into the faintest smirk, one that sent a shiver down your spine. "You are," he said simply.

You rolled your eyes and turned toward the entrance of the store, but before you could take another step, Jungkook caught your wrist.

"Y/n," he said, his voice softer now, but no less intense.

You turned reluctantly to face him, your heart pounding. Thinking you'd look stronger, you ended up feeling smaller.

"What?" you snapped, though the bite in your voice was weak.

His dark eyes bore into yours, and for a moment, you forgot where you were. The bustling mall around you faded, leaving just the two of you in the small pocket of space they occupied.

"I'm going to make you want me," Jungkook said, his tone calm but resolute.

"W... What?"

"These days I've been away... I made the decision that I wouldn't give up on you" he confessed. "I tried, but it didn't work out, because I know you want me as much as I want you, you just need something to help you realize".

Your lips parted, a mix of shock and defiance flashing across your face. "Jungkook, stop."

"I mean it," he continued, stepping just close enough to make your breath catch. "You can keep pretending this doesn't exist, but you feel it just as much as I do."

Your pulse quickened, heat rising to your cheeks. You wanted to deny it, to push him away, but the words wouldn't come.

"Fuck, I want to kiss you so bad... But I'll let you be the one taking the lead the next time".

"I'm with Mingyu," you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper.

It didn't stop sounding like a momentary stop, instead of a determined rejection. It was an excuse that kept giving him hints on how you felt. Not by the words, but the tone and weak look in your eyes.

"And I hate that I'm saying this while you are," he admitted, his gaze softening. "But it doesn't change how I feel. And I know it doesn't change how you feel."

Your heart twisted painfully at his words. "You don't know how I feel."

"You're right, I don't" he countered, his tone firm. "But one thing for sure: you were waiting for that kiss as much as I did. You keep waiting for me to kiss you, I bet you're dying for me to do it right now" he continued. "Next time we kiss though... I doubt I'll be able to go on with just that".

You shook your head, breaking eye contact as you turned away. "Don't waste your time. Nothing is going to happen"

He didn't follow you this time, letting you walk ahead into the store. But as you browsed aimlessly, his words echoed in your mind, each one carving deeper into the walls you'd tried to build between you two.

It wasn't simple. It never could be.

The party was alive with music and chatter, the kind of event where everyone seemed carefree, wrapped up in their own little bubbles of fun, laughs and alcohol. You, however, felt far from carefree.

You stood at the edge of the dance floor with Mingyu, his arm draped possessively over your shoulder as he laughed at something one of his friends said. You tried to smile, to play the role of the attentive girlfriend, but your mind was elsewhere, fixated on the man standing across the room.

Jungkook.

He looked effortlessly handsome in his black button-up, the top few buttons undone to reveal just enough of his tanned skin to make heads turn. He leaned casually against the bar, a drink in his hand, his gaze flicking toward you every so often. You tried not to look at him, but the pull was magnetic, impossible to resist.

It was as if having him so far from you only helped to pull you closer. And that was what happened the whole night. Jungkook didn't walk around you, even Mingyu was surprised by the distance he had settled, although he shrugged it off thinking his friend was just out to get on with someone.

If he only knew...

The tension between you two had been unbearable ever since the airport.Thinking it couldn't get any worse than the day after your first kiss, you were proved wrong. The unresolved words, the unspoken confessions... they lingered like ghosts in every glance you shared. And tonight, it felt as though the air crackled with it, threatening to ignite at any moment.

You adjusted the hem of your dress, a sleek black number that clung to your figure in all the right places. You thought it was Mingyu's gift when it arrived at your apartment, complete with a note that read, Can't wait to take it off tonight.

But when you'd mentioned it to him earlier, Mingyu had laughed. "I can't wait to take off any clothes you're wearing, to be honest. But, especially, this new dress. You have such a good taste" he'd said casually.

It was then you realized.

The handwriting on the note wasn't Mingyu's, but it wasn't like you cared enough to realize. You wanted it so bad to be your boyfriend's, that you ignored all the details.

The realization had sent a ripple of unease through you, but it wasn't enough to stop you from wearing it.

Jungkook's gaze darkened every time it landed on you, his jaw clenching as he watched you laugh at something Mingyu whispered in your ear. You weren't immune to his jealousy, but instead of feeling guilty, it fueled something in you, a twisted desire to test his limits.

So when Mingyu kissed you, you let him.

The kiss was long and slow, a public display that left no room for doubt about your relationship. Your hands trailed up Mingyu's chest, and though your mind wasn't fully in the moment, you didn't stop yourself. Even your boyfriend was surprised by how touchy you were being.

When you dared to peek through half-lidded eyes, you saw Jungkook. His knuckles whitened around his glass before he abruptly turned away.

It was petty, and you knew it. But it didn't stop you from feeling a small, vindictive thrill.

Jungkook didn't stay by the bar for long. When you glanced over again, he was on the dance floor, a striking brunette by his side. She was tall, confident, her hand sliding along his chest as she leaned in to whisper something in his ear.

Your stomach twisted, the sight of them together setting your nerves on fire. You tried to ignore it, tried to focus on Mingyu and the party, but your eyes betrayed you, following Jungkook as he danced with the woman.

He didn't look at you, not once. It was as if he'd decided to pretend you didn't exist.

And yet, every move he made felt deliberate. The way he leaned into the brunette's touch, the way he let her lips graze his ear, all of it was meant to taunt you.

It was working.

You felt a sharp pang of jealousy that you couldn't suppress, your grip tightening around your drink. Mingyu noticed, pulling your attention back to him with a soft smile.

"You okay?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You nodded quickly, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just a little warm in here."

Mingyu didn't seem convinced, but he let it go, turning back to his conversation.

You, however, couldn't let it go. Your gaze found Jungkook again, and this time, he was looking back. Your eyes locked, and for a moment, the rest of the room seemed to fade away.

His expression was unreadable, but his message was clear.

Two can play this game.

Your heart pounded, and you hated the way it thrilled you. The way his attention, whether born of anger or jealousy, still managed to consume you entirely.

The game was far from over, but you weren't sure who would come out the winner, or if winning even mattered anymore.

The pounding bass of the music reverberated through the walls, muffled and distant in the small confines of the bathroom. You leaned against the sink, your reflection staring back at you in the mirror. Your lipstick was still flawless, your dress clinging to you like a second skin.

You should've felt guilty for what you were about to do. You really should've.

But the fire in your chest, the jealousy that had flared every time you saw him with that brunette on the dance floor, had burned through your restraint.

The door clicked open behind you, and you didn't need to turn around to know who it was. His presence filled the room before he even said a word. You didn't let him take one step forward when you pushed him back inside the bathroom, closing the door behind you two.

"You shouldn't be in here," Jungkook said, his voice low, his tone carrying that familiar edge of frustration.

"So, do you want me to leave?" you replied, turning to face him with a small, taunting smile.

He looked at you, his dark eyes searching, confused by your calm demeanor. His hands were still stuffed in his pockets, his posture stiff as he leaned back against the closed door.

"You've been playing games all night," you said, taking a slow step toward him. "Dancing with her. Ignoring me. Acting like you don't care when we both know you do."

Jungkook's jaw tightened, but he didn't respond.

You took another step, the sound of your heels clicking against the tile floor. "You said you'd make me want you," you murmured, stopping just inches from him. "So why aren't you trying harder?"

He exhaled sharply, his gaze dropping to your lips before flicking back up. "Didn't you tell me to leave you alone?"

"Right after I told you, you said you'd make sure I wanted you" your head tilted, the tip of your fingers gently brushing against the exposed tattoos on his arm.

"You don't know what you're asking for"

"Don't I?" you asked, tilting your head. Your fingers trailed up his chest, over the smooth fabric of his shirt, until they rested just over his racing heartbeat.

His hand shot up, catching your wrist, but he didn't push you away. Instead, his grip tightened, as if he were holding on for dear life.

"You seem to be a little too much into what I'm doing" he snapped back at you, though his voice lacked the confidence.

"Don't come up with that" you countered, your lips curving into a sly smile. "Don't act like you haven't been looking at me, dying to touch me all night."

The tension snapped like a live wire.

Jungkook let go of your wrist, only to grab your waist, pulling your flush against him. "You're really pushing me, Y/n," he said through gritted teeth, his breath warm against your face.

"Maybe I want to see how far you'll go," you whispered, your fingers curling into his shirt.

His resolve crumbled in an instant.

Your lips crashed together, the kiss hungry and frenzied, months of pent-up desire pouring out in every movement. His hands roamed your body, gripping your hips, sliding down the curve of your back as if he couldn't get enough.

You matched his intensity, your hands tangling in his hair as you pressed closer, your back hitting the door when he made the both of you turn. The cool wood contrasted with the heat of his touch, sending shivers down your spine.

"You're going to regret this," Jungkook murmured against your lips, though his actions said otherwise.

"Then give me something to regret," you shot back, your voice breathless.

For a moment, time ceased to exist. There was only the sound of your breathing, the faint thrum of music beyond the door, and the way you fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle that had been waiting far too long to connect.

His smirk only disappeared when he kissed you back again, pressing his body against yours, not wanting to let a single centimeter ruin the experience of feeling you against his body. It was like his dreams were coming true whenever your fingertips brushed the back of his hair every time your tongues touched.

But reality was never far behind.

A loud knock on the door startled you both, and you pulled back, your chest heaving. Jungkook's forehead rested against yours, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath.

"Occupied!" he called out, his voice rough.

You laughed softly, the sound almost bitter. You straightened your dress, smoothing out the fabric cupping his cheeks again. Your tongue traced his upper lip, instantly getting him to lick it as a response before Jungkook tried to pull you for another kiss.

"You won't be taking this dress off tonight" you said, your voice steadier than you felt.

"Really?" Jungkook challenged, his gaze piercing as he looked at you.

Your resolve wavered, but you forced yourself to turn away, your hand on the door handle. "Really"

As you stepped out into the chaos of the party, your heart pounded in your chest, your body still buzzing with the memory of his touch.

The door closed behind you, the sound reverberating through the small entryway of Jungkook's apartment. He kept looking at you concerned. When he heard you through the phone, he knew something was off, but now that he was seeing the state you were in, he knew it was worse than he could imagine.

"Y/n?" he asked,getting your attention, your face flushed and eyes blazing. "What happened? Why are you here so late?"

You didn't answer right away, your fists clenching at your sides as you struggled to find the right words. The argument with Mingyu was still fresh, your emotions raw and unfiltered.

"Why do you keep doing this?" you finally demanded, your voice trembling with equal parts anger and frustration.

Jungkook frowned, stepping back at that attack. "Doing what?"

"You," you spat, pointing at him. "You're always there, always watching, always... lingering in the back of my mind. Do you have any idea what it's doing to me?"

His confusion shifted into something more guarded, his shoulders tensing. "I think you need to calm down," he said carefully.

"Don't tell me to calm down!" you snapped, taking a step closer to him. "I just had the worst fight with Mingyu, and you know what? It wasn't even about him. It was about you."

Jungkook's eyes widened slightly, but he stayed silent, letting you continue.

"I was mad because he's leaving again, he's leaving me alone for another mission, another stretch of time where I have to sit and wait and pretend like I'm okay with it." your voice cracked, your chest heaving. "But I wasn't yelling at him because of that. Do you know what I was thinking instead of worrying because he won't be with me?" you stopped, your gaze attacking him. "I was fucking glad he is leaving. Do you even realize what this means? I'm the worst girlfriend ever. No matter how much I try, I can't get you out of my head. You're there all the damn time with any reason".

Jungkook's throat worked as he swallowed hard, his gaze searching for yours.

He knew Mingyu was leaving. They both discussed it before he finally made the decision. He even remembered the way his friend tried to find out the way to tell you, yet all he could think of was how there would be nothing on the way for him.

"I hate it," you whispered, your voice softening as the anger gave way to something more fragile. "I hate that I can't stop thinking about you. That when I'm with him, it's your face I see. That this... whatever this is between us, it's ruining me."

The silence that followed was deafening, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air.

"You think it's easy for me?" Jungkook said finally, his voice rough. "You think I don't feel the same way? That every time I see you with him, it doesn't tear me apart?"

You flinched at the raw emotion in his voice, the vulnerability he rarely let show.

"I didn't ask for this, Y/n," he continued, stepping closer to you. "I didn't ask to feel this way about someone I can't have. But here we are. I also hate not being able to look Mingyu in the eyes because all I can think about is his girlfriend. Or how, instead of telling him not to go, I wanted to encourage him to leave".

Your breath hitched as he closed the distance between you, his presence overwhelming. You could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands flexed at his sides as though he were trying to hold himself back.

"Why are you here?" he asked, his voice low, almost pleading. "Why now?"

There was a brief silence, realizing with his question you had no business there. Why were you there?

"I don't know," you admitted, your eyes glistening. "I just... I needed to see you."

Jungkook let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "You're killing me, you know that?"

"I know" you whispered, your voice breaking.

And then, as though drawn by an invisible force, you both moved at the same time. Your hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him toward you as his arms wrapped around your waist. Your lips met in a clash of desperation and need, a release of all the emotions you'd been bottling up for so long.

The kiss was messy, frantic, and utterly consuming, neither of you caring about the consequences for the first time.

In a mini second his hands were everywhere they could reach, making your whole body squirm when he cupped your ass with his palms. It was fast, need hitting you two like a truck, barely giving you time to settle what was happening before you were getting rid of each other's clothes.

His tattooed fingers moved down your neck, in between your breasts, feeling your rushed heartbeat against his palm. He could sense you felt the same way he did, but you'd been too stubborn to admit it.

He kept moving down, the heat of your skin raising with every soft touch of his digits, your legs slightly parting when he attempted to slide through your folds. His groan made you throb against the tips, causing his breathing to become heavier.

"Do you like it when I touch you?" he asked with a thin voice, slowly starting to rub your clit in circles.

"I love it" you admitted. Your hand traced his packed chest, going down his marked abs until you moved past his v line "I kept thinking about being with you like this since you first kissed me".

You didn't know, but those words worked like a switch for Jungkook. Hearing from your lips how you were into him as much as he was into you was the little he needed to lose every bit of sanity.

Before your fingers could reach his dick, he pulled you for another kiss. His rough hands went straight to your ass, cupping your cheeks so he could lift your body and have your legs around his waist.

Jungkook didn't take you to the room, he didn't want to waste another second without being linked to you, he had wasted too much time already. You gasped again when your back collided against the wall.

His lips trapped you in an unknown world you didn't know could be so pleasuring. Usually, it was always just about Jungkook. But that night it was all about Jungkook, his taste, his gaze, the way his tongue worshiped your body like he wanted to know and memorize what every bit of you tasted like.

Your body arched for him when he closed his lips around your hard nipple, moving his lips and tongue like he was actually devouring you. You hadn't ever done it, but you were sure you'd be able to cum by the way he was only sucking you.

"Please, Jungkook" you muttered, your fingers getting lost in his strands of hair.

"Ask me" he demanded. "I've been imagining those words for way too long, I need to hear them".

"Fuck me" you asked, looking into his eyes. "Make me regret taking so long to do this"

"You're mine, Y/n," he growled, his eyes darkening, and you felt a shiver run through your body. You didn't respond, but the passion and hunger simmering within you made it clear that you knew a part of you belonged to him before you could admit it.

He reached out, grabbing a handful of your hair, and tugged your head back, exposing your neck. His lips found the delicate skin below your ear, and he nipped and sucked, eliciting a soft moan from your parted lips.

He leaned in, his eyes blazing with possessive desire, and his lips crushed against yours again, with a hunger that set fire to the pit of your stomach. His tongue delved deep, exploring every hidden crevice of your mouth, whilst his hands clutched at your body, gripping you tightly. That kiss only worked to drown the moan in your mouth as he slowly slid inside you, trying to memorize the feeling, to feel every millimeter in your channel get adjusted to him.

Your legs tightened around him, pulling him closer as you rocked your hips against his. It was slow at first, with the two of you wanting to get a taste of what you'd been craving, but were too stubborn to admit. But slowly, the intensity started getting the best of you, his digits denting on your skin as he angled his hips to rock them against you.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, your moans and sighs echoing in the room as you reached for your release. Jungkook's dirty talk fueled your desire, and you eagerly met his thrusts, your bodies slapping together in a rhythm that only intensified their pleasure.

"Oh, god, Jungkook," you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders as he began to thrust harder.

"You like that, don't you?" Jungkook asked, his voice strained with desire. "You like feeling my cock inside you? Hmm? Fucking you like this?"

As you moved together, you found yourself lost in the moment. You had never felt this alive, this desired. Jungkook's dirty talk only added to the experience, his words making you wetter and more eager for him. Every time you thought you couldn't be more into him, he always did something that proved it was only the beginning.

"Yes, Jungkook, harder," Y/n begged, your voice filled with need.

He bent down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently. You arched your back again, your hands tangled in Jungkook's hair as you urged him on.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and you knew you weren't going to last much longer. Jungkook sensed it too, because he started pounding into you even harder. The loud dry claps of your bodies echoing through the silence of the room.

"Are you going to cum for me? Do it, baby" his forehead was resting against yours. "I'm going to cum inside you, Y/n. I'm going to fill you up with my cum."

With a loud cry, you came, your pussy clenching around Jungkook's cock. Jungkook followed soon after, his cock twitching inside you as he filled you with his cum, staying like that for a few moments, panting and trying to catch their breath, hoping common sense wouldn't hit you and make you regret what had just happened.

Jungkook slowly pulled out of you, moving his hips back while his hands still carried you. You looked up at him all the way through it, your eyes filled with something else that wasn't regret, yet he couldn't quite decipher what it was. You leaned in and kissed him again.

Although that kiss only meant the night wasn't ending there.

And it didn't.

You laid on top of Jungkook, your long hair cascading down your back as you moved your hips up and down, grinding your pussy against his cock. Your perky breasts bounced with each movement, and Jungkook couldn't help but stare at you, hypnotized by the way your body moved. He reached up and cupped your breasts, teasing your nipples as you moaned with pleasure.

"Oh fuck, Jungkook," you gasped, throwing your head back as you rode him harder. "Your cock feels so good"

Jungkook smirked, reaching down to spank your ass. "I love how your your tight little pussy takes me so well"

You moaned, biting your bottom lip as you nodded. "Hmm yes"

"Just like that... Show me how bad you want it" as time passed by, he sank deeper on the couch.

Just then, Jungkook's phone started ringing. You paused, looking up at him with a confused expression when he froze for a moment.

You were too drunk with pleasure to think of any possibility that wasn't distracting him from it, your lips moving quick to his neck.

"Who is it?" you asked.

Jungkook reached for his phone, but he didn't answer it. Mingyu had sent him countless messages, he had called a few times, and he knew the reason why was in front of him. He looked at you, knowing the second he mentioned your boyfriend, it all would stop.

He tossed it aside and focused on you, his hands on your hips as he thrust up into you.

"Who fucking cares" he moved forward, hiding his face on your neck. "You're so fucking hot, Y/n," he growled, his eyes locked on yours. "I could fuck you all day long."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah"

Jungkook grinned, his hands on your hips as he guided your movements. He loved how wild and uninhibited you were in bed, how you weren't afraid to take charge and ride him hard. Hell, you were the best fantasy he had ever had, and he finally had you.

"That's right, baby, ride my cock," he growled, his eyes dark with desire. "You do it so well"

You nodded, unable to speak as you focused on the delicious sensation of Jungkook's cock filling you up. You could feel yourself getting close to orgasm, your muscles clenching around him as you rode him harder and faster. The claps of your bodies turning into splashes due to your sticky skin covered in sweat and his load mixed with your juices leaking out of you.

He reached down between you, teasing your clit with his fingers as you moaned into his mouth. You started moving your hips again, grinding against him as you chased your orgasm again.

"Fuck, Jungkook," you gasped, breaking the kiss as you threw your head back. "I'm so close. Don't stop". Your nails digged on his skin, all the muscles in your body tensing "Yes, yes, fuck me harder," you begged, your voice hoarse with desire. "I'm almost there, Jungkook, I'm almost there."

Jungkook grinned, gripping your hips as he slammed up into you harder. "That's right, baby. Come for me. I want to feel you cum all over my cock."

Jungkook didn't need any more encouragement. He thrust up into you one last time, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he came hard. You followed him over the edge, your muscles clenching around him as you screamed out your own orgasm while your nails dug into his chest. Jungkook grunted, following you over the edge as he filled you with his cum.

It didn't hit you after the climax, not even after you showered and dressed yourself. It hit you when you walked to the door and he kissed you one last time, with such delicacy and care that you couldn't believe it was the same man you were begging to.

His steps were careful, pinning you against the wall again while cupping your cheeks.

You weren't quite sure what you wanted to do, but one thing for sure: you couldn't let go of Jungkook so easily after that night.

#armpirate #fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #reader insert #one shot #jungkooksmut #jksmut #jk smut #boyfriendsfriend!au

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cherrygirlfriend · 1 month ago

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── GARDEN OF EVIL †

I - the date that wasn’t a date.

† pairing: crime boss!rafe x reader

† summary: reader's boyfriend owes notorious crime boss rafe cameron fifty thousand dollars and offers him reader in exchange for wiping his debts. rafe agrees, and tells reader that he has only one condition for keeping her alive.

† warnings / tags: dark themes, mentions of drugs

† author's note: this might become a series if you guys like it, so lmk your thoughts about it!

you watched the passing streetlights and the tall buildings, a song crackling on your boyfriend’s worn-out stereo. you bit down the wide smile threatening to take over your lips; liam had told you to get ready for an impromptu date night; you’d gotten your nails and hair done, picking out the nicest dress you own and spent an obscene amount of time on your makeup.

“babe, can’t you just tell me where we’re going?” you stuck your bottom lip out in a pout. the dark-haired man simply brushed you off, continuing to drive, “it’s a surprise.”

the two of you were in the expensive part of town, full of lavish hotels, expensive restaurants, gorgeous art galleries; an area you knew your boyfriend, whose idea of luxury was going out to olive garden, wouldn’t be able to afford. unless of course, it was a special occasion.

oh, he was definitely proposing.

liam paused the car in front of a large building, turning to you as you gazed up with wide eyes. you didn't have to be a genius to know that this place was expensive, with a capital E. "let’s go inside."

"liam, you know we don't have to go to a fancy place like this..." you mumbled as he led you through the lobby towards the elevator, a small smile still playing on your lips despite your words, "this must cost a fortune."

"don't worry about it." liam said in a slightly gruff voice, his hand tightly squeezing yours, the man tapping his foot against the marble floor of the hotel as his eyes strayed strictly on the screen that showed what floor the elevator was on. 3… 2… 1. ding! your boyfriend pulled you into the elevator by your hand, his urgency making your heart race in anticipation.

as the elevator ascended floor after floor, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you leaned into your boyfriend. when you reached the top floor and the elevator doors slid open, liam turned to you with a small smile, "alright, baby. close your eyes, and keep 'em closed until i tell you to open, okay?"

liam's fingers intertwined with yours as he tugged you out of the elevator, making you stumble slightly in your high heels in a way that made you let out a small yelp. with your eyes closed, you continued to be led down a hall smelling of flowers and chanel no 5. when you two stopped, liam let go of your hand and you could hear the beep of a door’s card reader.

your boyfriend's hand snaked onto your back as he led you through a door, hearing it close behind you. "alright, you can open your eyes now, babe." when you opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of a man in a fully black suit. he looked between you and liam with an amused look on his face.

"liam?" you asked with furrowed brows, turning to your boyfriend, your voice hesitant and unsure, "what's going on?"

"i'd like to know the same." the man said, crossing his arms.

"i, uh, i can't pay you, mr. cameron." liam said in an insecure tone. pay him? "but i can offer you her."

your eyes widened in shock, looking around as if trying to find another girl in the room that he could be referring to, "liam, what—"

your sentence was interrupted by the suited man bursting into laughter, shaking his head, "you owe me fifty-thousand dollars. and you think offering your bitch is gonna be good? you've got some balls, i'll tell you that."

"c'mon, you know i'm never gonna be able to get 50k."

"should've thought of that before you stole drugs from me, fucking idiot." your eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he uttered the word 'drugs'. the man tsked, shaking his head as he walked towards you two in tentative steps, his narrowed eyes so icy cold they caused a shiver to run down your spine, only focused on you. the man brought a finger to your chin and lifted it, tilting your head as he took in all the details about you. "she's pretty." the man said; but you knew it wasn't a compliment, but an observation, "what's your name, sweetheart?"

you told him your name in a shaky, stuttering voice, and he nodded, pursing his lips in thought, before turning to liam, "you can get 20k off and two weeks extra time in exchange for her."

"really?" liam asked, and although you couldn't turn your head enough to see his expression, you could tell from his voice that he was elated, "thank you, mr. cameron, thank-"

"leave." the man, mr. cameron, said in a cold tone, the hint of a smirk that had been lingering on his lips no longer there. without a word leaving his lips, you could hear liam stumble his way to the door and out of the hotel room. the man pulled his hand away from your chin, turning around to face the night sky, the only thing lighting it up being the high-rise buildings that went as far as the eye could see. you watched as he took hold of a carafe, pouring some of the amber liquid into a crystal glass.

"mr. cameron-"

"you can call me rafe." the man said in a gruff voice as he loosened the tie around his neck.

"rafe..." you mumbled under your breath, fiddling with one of the rings on your fingers, your heart beating against your chest like it was going to burst, "please, don't... hurt me..."

"hurt you?" rafe let out a scoff of a laugh as he shook his head and turned to face you again, slowly walking towards you. "well, sweetheart, if i'm not gonna hurt you, then who should i hurt, huh?" the way he was looking at you was so intense, you couldn't help but lower your head, staring down at the wine-red carpet. you felt his finger on your chin again as rafe forced your head up again, making you face him, "who should i hurt, sweetheart? maybe your little boyfriend?"

"l-liam...?" you mumble softly, chewing on the inside of your cheek, "why would you hurt him? he's... he's the one who owes you money."

"aww, that's cute. you actually think he's worth his word." rafe chuckled humorlessly as his hand trailed over the chain of your necklace, his touch causing the hairs on the back of your neck to rise, "that broke loser's not gonna pay me back. he never was. little liam's probably on his way to book the next flight out of the country."

"what's gonna happen to me...?" you mumbled, watching as the man took a swig out of the glass of whiskey he'd poured to himself before putting it aside.

"well that depends. i could let you go tomorrow morning, you could crawl back to liam and say that he has two more weeks of extra time..." rafe cocked his head to the side, "or you could stay. you're in luck that i happen to need a pretty girl like you at the moment."

"stay...?"

"aren't you mad? your little boyfriend sold you for a measly 20k."

"he just wanted to get out of debt, it's-"

"he sold you for twenty thousand dollars, knowing that i'd be able to do anything to you. knowing i could take advantage of you, use you as i wanted, torture you, kill you, without you being able to put up a fight." rafe scoffed out a laugh, and pulled his hand back in thought, "i should kill you. i can't have someone babbling about me to the cops. you're definitely the kind of girl to be naive enough to think that cops would be able to do anything to me."

you watched as he pulled out his cellphone and started to dial a number, "w-what are you doing...?" you asked in panic.

"oh, i don't like to kill pretty girls myself. feels like a waste." rafe tsked as he continued dialing, "i'm just gonna call one of my buddies. i'll make sure he gets it done quickly and as painlessly as possible."

just as he was about to press call, you put your hand on his muscular forearm, your eyes wide in panic as you swallowed, taking a deep breath. "fine. i'll... i'll stay."

"such an obedient girl already." rafe grinnned, throwing his phone onto the bed as his hand went to your cheek, stroking it as you bit your teeth together and clenched your jaw, "don't worry. i'll take care of your ex. and i'll take such good care of my new little wife."

"…wife?"

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sunflowersteves · 9 months ago

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um so getting fucked by logan in public place...i mean getting fucked by logan-

(please know the way i'm salivating over this man is downright sinful.)

author's note || babes,,, i feel u. this man is in my dreams 24/7. i lov u for requesting this <3

summary || basically, you defend Logan and he quite literally goes feral.

warnings || fluff, some angst, anti-mutant rhetoric, SMUT [minors dni], P in V sex, praise kink, public-sex, desperation

Logan was used to being alone. It was second nature for him to blend into a crowd and survey the bustling fullness of the night. Usually, he hightailed to the back of the bar, his eyes studying carefully while he nursed the beer in his hand.

When Logan met you, though, some things changed a bit. Instead of being at the back of the bar, he usually sat right next to you. While he wasn’t much for PDA and often abstained from it, he still let the hardness of his thigh rest against yours. It was such a simple touch, but you knew how much Logan needed to breathe in your presence. It soothed him.

Tonight was like any other Friday night. You both wanted to go to the bar for a little bit of fun before another mission killed the atmosphere. Logan usually has a beer in his hand and his other subtly resting against your back. His eyes would bore into yours as he watched you talk about your day. It was always something he looked forward to. The ways that your eyes would sparkle underneath the illuminating bar lights.

The bar was packed tonight, though. Bodies were practically on top of one another—playing pool, dancing to the stereo, or attempting to chat up someone to take home. Your idea to go to the bar had not just been your own. You could hear Logan’s heartbeat race as someone kept bumping into him—despite the very menacing aura rolling off of him.

So, in response, you were currently nursing a whiskey all by your lonesome. It wasn’t that you were lonesome, it was much of the opposite. Logan had stepped out of the bar for a quick smoke, wanting to calm the nerves that pricked his skin. Logan needed a breather. He never wanted to leave you by yourself—although he knew you were completely fine. He just didn’t want to. You smiled at him with one of those breathtaking ones that caught his breath.

“Go. I’ll still be here.” You whispered. God, he loved you. It was so evident, yet the years of having a broken heart shattered his ideas of loving someone again. The pain was etched across his chest, back, organs—everything. Add the number of people surrounding him, caging him in had reached an overwhelming capacity. So, he stepped out toward the back and dragged his cigar across his lips. He let the nicotine softly quiet the aches in his chest.

You sipped the bitter taste of Jim Beam, your body almost shuddering at the hot feeling of liquor going down your throat. You felt the buzz already—not having much of anything to eat despite Logan asking if you had eaten. He handed you a granola bar in the car. He already knew the answer to his question. During a heated discussion with Scott, you had completely forgotten to eat some lunch.

Logan was as caring as always—rubbing a hand across your wrist to ask if you had anything to eat today. However, your thoughts of him were screeched to a halt from a presence coming straight toward you.

“Where’d the big guy go?”

Your eyebrow quirks up at the sensation of a tall silhouette behind you. You didn’t respond, though. You and Logan were used to the comments—usually, fans wanting pictures with the well-known X-men. Those you didn’t mind. Men like these, though? The ones that taunt you for your differences, the ones that make your skin itch.

“C’mon. That mutant scum isn’t here anymore. No need to act so tough.”

You huffed out of your nose in disgust. There was a sizzle underneath your chest that made you want to scream in anger. You held your ground, though, knowing that it wouldn’t help very much. You knew men like these. Any use of your powers could end up with a call to the police and another article about how “violent” mutants are.

Although, not budging made the stranger even more pissed than he was. “You’re too pretty to be with a beast like him. Didn’t you hear, anyway?” This man just wouldn’t stop fucking talking. “The Wolverine hurts anything he touches. He’s a fuck up. A low life. A fucking animal—”

Now that comment is what made you turn your head. You had heard enough before you slammed your glass on the bar counter. The man beside you jumped in surprise. A scowl on your lips, nostrils flared. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Logan’s eyebrows twitched as he heard the snarl in your voice. He burnt out the cigar on his skin—slightly wincing at the sizzle of his skin. Worry surged through his chest at the mere idea of your discomfort. A primal need to protect the thing he loves was fogging his brain. The leather of his jacket was straining against the bulge of his muscles as he sauntered back through the bar. His shoulders were taunted back, surveying the bar as everyone’s head turned to you and some guy.

His eyes widened at the sight before him. You had bunched the collar of the man, lifting him off the floor. Your eyes were wild with anger, your teeth clenched tightly as you spoke to the stranger. “If you ever talk about the Wolverine like that again, I’m going to cut off your head and feed it to your fucking wife—” The boom of your voice echoed through the bar. It was so silent that a pin could drop.

You could handle comment after comment thrown at you. That, you knew quite well. However, you knew how Logan actually felt about the comments. They called him an animal. A beast. They forced him into something he was always scared of. Himself. You knew him differently. He was Logan. He would make you a cup of coffee every morning, adding a sprinkle extra of cinnamon that he knew you loved. He left fuzzy blankets in his room after the first time you spent the night with him. You commented how itchy his sheets were and ever since, he silently wraps you up in one with an arm attached to your waist. He would place a protective arm in front of you during missions—always assessing the danger to make sure that you would never get hurt. He was so much more than anything they portrayed him as. He was human and everyone—including the team—sometimes forgets that.

“Darlin’—” You felt your shoulder visibly relax as his large hand enveloped your soft skin. “They’re not worth it.”

Your heart was beating fast against your ears. You did everything in your power to not throw the man across the room. Your teeth snarled at him—the guy visibly winces, expecting the worst. You slowly lowered him to the ground and let go of his collar.

“Fucking mutants.” He spits before backing up as far away from the two of you as possible. You turn to move again and the guy gets startled and jumps in fear. Logan squeezes your shoulder to try and ground you once again.

He sees you visibly relax, some regret etched into your features. He knew that you didn’t want to cause a scene but you couldn’t help it. He knew that feeling quite well—when it came to you, he was the same.

“Let's go home.”

Logan was silent as the two of you walked out of the bar. You cringed at the pure stillness of the night. You didn’t mean to do more than you should have. It was just an instinct, especially as the vexation flowed through your veins.

You stop in your tracks for a moment. You opened your mouth to say something which prompted his steps to a halt, as well. “Logan, I’m—” He never let you finish. He grabs your shoulders and shoves you against the brick wall of the bar. You let out a gasp, but it’s quickly swallowed by his mouth on yours.

His heart is beating fast, echoing against his ears. For once in his life, someone had protected him. Someone had stood up and defended him. Sure, Charles has done that many times, but not from an act of pure love. Charles believed in him. You loved him.

He has this feeling in his chest. He wantonly has an itch to devour you. He wants to lick the sides of your body and ravish in the pure essence of you. He’d never had this feeling before—this animalistic, pure affection was pounding against his chest.

“You just couldn’t help it, huh, princess?” He grunted against your ear. His hands caged you in, one resting beside your head and the other deliciously attached to your hip. His teeth nipped at the skin below your ear. “You just wanted to defend your old man, hmm?” He hummed.

The hand on your hip lowered to your thigh and squeezed the plush flesh. You were wearing a pretty dress tonight, one that you knew he would rip off later. You just weren’t expecting it now. “I just—” He breathed in the smell of your shampoo and it sent a shiver down your spine. “I couldn’t let him talk about you like that, Lo.”

You let out a whine as he growled against your ear. He was insatiable—unhinged. Something was brewing beneath his stomach that he had never felt before. “Oh, pretty girl. You wanted to protect me?” His lips were at the shell of his ear. You nodded. You almost felt shy now, a direct contrast from earlier.

Your leg moved to wrap around his own, curling right around his hip. He smirked at the sparkle in your eyes. “Yeah, I know, baby. God, you’re just so fucking good to me.” You were both losing your patience from the pliant kissing and stumbling of limbs. You both were desperate and wanting of one another.

His lips lowered down your neck. The hand that was caged against the side of your head was now pressed up against your breast. You whined, “They can’t—” You gasped as he squeezed the plush flesh. “They can’t say those things. Made me—” He smiles, lips curling into a little smirk. He moves his arm down to your aching cunt. “Made me see red, Lo.”

Your hips buck into his hand, the wall scratching against your shoulders as you’re shoved more into the brick. “Yeah? Wanted to hurt him, baby?”

He groaned into your ear at the thought of blood covering your hands from destroying the man trying to insult him. It only fueled more of his fire. He couldn’t take it anymore—mouth still sticking to yours in a gruesome dance across your lips. The saliva spread to his beard, messy and filthy.

“Wanted—ah—wanted to see him pay.” His hand fully dipped between your panties, bunching up your dress as he lifted you up against the wall. It happened swiftly, yet your mind burned with want and need.

“Fuck. You’re so wet.” He teased your slick entrance, making your legs instinctively pull him closer. “Logan, please.”

He could smell the way you were leaking for him, spreading the slick around with his fingers. He let out a growl and swiftly unbuckled his belt. He couldn’t wait any longer and neither could you.

“Can’t wait to fill you. Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy.” He moves your panties with his thumb and swiftly glides in his wide girth. You moan in unison, but you swallow his own and yours with a long kiss on his lips. Your tongues swirl together and you could’ve sworn he pulled you even further. You could feel every inch of him inside of you. He moaned at the stretch of your cunt wrapped around him. “Feel so good, pretty girl. Gonna—fuck—gonna make you mine.”

Your head hits the back of the wall and you start to feel fuzzy in the head. “Lo–” You whine. “Love you.” You whisper into the night air. Something hits Logan in the chest and he can’t help but snap his hips into you even further.

It makes you see stars, but all Logan can think about is how much he loves you. His chest was burning with something different—something more primal than he had ever felt. It made him want to drool, place his head against you, and live there forever.

“Love you too, baby.” He grunts. He wanted to do this properly—to be a gentleman. He wanted to take you out to dinner, make sweet love to you, and then tell you those three little words. It completely went out the window when you defended him—when you stood up for him like no one else has. You completely had his back and he couldn’t help but let the happiness burst through his veins. “Love you so fucking much. You know that, baby?”

He makes you turn your head towards him to look him in the eye. You nod immediately, but that isn’t enough for Logan. “Need to hear you, baby. Say it.”

“You love me. I know you love me.” He groans and pumps his cock straight onto your cervix. It makes you squeal at the sensation and he feels the slick run down to his balls. The cold night air made goosebumps on your skin, though, your mind not even noticing.

“Fuck, I love the way you sound. Don’t be shy, baby.” You fully moan, more than likely the sound echoing across the bar parking lot. “That’s it.” You both were beginning to feel dizzy with love and lust. He couldn’t stop staring into your eyes. He was too immersed in them and he never wanted to look away from them again.

“Fuck, Logan!”

“Let go, baby. Let me feel you.” The coil finally snapped as you unleashed the precipice of your orgasm. Your body shuttered against him, all while he was singing praises in your ear. You clench around him so hard that in one thrust, he’s filling you up to the brim. He slowly pumps his salty cum into you, your body convulsing with pure ecstasy.

You start to giggle in his arms about the whole night. Logan couldn’t help but smile too. You were just too contagious.

“Let’s go home, Lo.”

He couldn’t help but smile brightly at the thought. He couldn’t suppress the pure joy like he normally could.

“Yeah, okay.” He whispers.

You were home to him.

He never had to do anything alone anymore. He certainly didn’t have to deal with the demons attached to his hurt heart.

He finally had you.

#logan howlett x reader #logan howlett x you #logan howlett smut #wolverine x reader #wolverine x you #x-men fanfiction #deadpool and wolverine #smut

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foxesscramble · 6 months ago

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in honor of the holidays here's some foxes and co going home for the holidays (set sometime in the future)

Somewhere in Wisconsin:

Matt Boyd just won his last game before their winter break officially started.

Dan and Matt make their rounds to say goodbye to everyone as the team dispersed to various cities.

They head out and grab a taxi, making a quick stop by their house to grab their luggage.

They’re headed home for the holidays.

Back to where their family was gathering.

Back to South Carolina.

They were unbelievably excited to see everyone.

They had a secret that they were finally telling the foxes when they got them all together.

Dan cradled her growing belly and smiled as she looked out of the window.

Somewhere in Colorado:

Renee compiled a list of care advice for her neighbor who is petsitting for her while she’s in South Carolina.

It’s a hefty list and Renee is once again grateful for her kind, elderly neighbor who had volunteered herself immediately after hearing Renee was going to be traveling.

She made her rounds saying goodbye to all her pets before grabbing her suitcase and keys and heading to the door.

She sent a text to Allison to let her know she was about to hit the road.

Text sent she said one last goodbye at the door before locking up behind her.

South Carolina, here we come.

Somewhere in New York:

Allison carefully packed her clothes into her bag.

Had she possibly packed too much for her two-week trip? Probably, but she hasn’t seen anyone in a while, and she likes to look good.

Allison checked her phone for the time before grabbing her suitcases and putting them by the door.

She did one last walk-through to make sure she didn’t forget anything before turning all her lights off and grabbing her luggage.

She closed the door and locked it before making her way out of her apartment.

She sent a text to Renee to let her know she was leaving and got in her car.

Somewhere in Germany:

“Nicky, Liebling, if you don’t get your ass down here we’re going to miss our flight!”

Nicky swears as he collects his bags in a hurry, his feet pounding down the stairs of his and Erik’s apartment.

Germany had done Nicky a lot of good but he was undeniably excited to head back to the States.

Back to his family.

“I’m ready! I swear!”

Erik laughed and herded him out the door.

They made it through the security check with 15 minutes to get to their boarding area.

They laughed as they ran through the airport, their luggage flipping and bumping into the back of their legs.

They were the last people on the plane, but they made it.

Nicky was going home.

Somewhere in California:

Kevin lugs both suitcases into the trunk of his car before he helps Amalia into the back seat and gets her buckled into her car seat.

They were driving all the way to South Carolina because Amalia had recently become deathly afraid of planes.

Settling in for the two-day drive, they'd barely made it 30 minutes into the trip before Amalia determined it had been a long time and it was time for snacks.

With a deep breath and a silent prayer to all things holy, Kevin pulled into a gas station to get snacks and have a bathroom break.

He knew the drive would be rough but 'Grandpa Coach' and 'Gran Abby', as Amalia had taken to calling her grandparents (maybe Kevin should have stopped calling them by name), would be more than willing to take Amalia when they got home.

Amalia spent the rest of the 36 hour drive rotating between excitably talking about seeing her aunts and uncles, singing the entire Frozen soundtrack at the top of her little 4 year old lungs, and sleeping.

Somewhere between Kansas and South Carolina:

"If you touch the stereo one more time, Josten, you're losing your hand."

Hands held over the console.

Hand kisses.

Smoke breaks.

Lots of snack breaks.

Neil gets fruit cups and Andrew gets candy.

Their cats joined them for the trip.

Sir sits in Neil's lap the entire ride but King gets the zoomies every 30 miles.

Andrew has to repeatedly remove him from his feet so he stops getting close to the pedals.

They call Bee halfway through the drive to make sure she’ll be there when they get there. She and Andrew chat while Neil takes a bathroom break.

When Neil comes back Andrew’s frame has relaxed a bit further.

They were both excited to see everyone but that didn’t take away the anxiety of having that big of a group together again.

But the foxes were family and they couldn’t wait to see their family.

Somewhere in North Carolina:

"Okay, and you packed the girls' blankets?"

Katelyn and Aaron may resemble headless chickens trying to get their 13 month old twins together and ready.

Katelyn has been tasked with the girls' things and Aaron has been tasked with actually getting the girls in the car.

One of the twins is passed out in their car seat and the other is sobbing and throwing a fit.

Aaron is trying to calm her down and Katelyn is driving.

It took about an hour to get her to stop crying and when she did Aaron took a deep breath and fell back in his seat.

He rested his head back and closed his eyes, letting the quiet sounds of the road soothe him.

That calmness lasts for a good minute before Katelyn lets out a loud, FUCK!

"I forgot our suitcase!"

Somewhere in South Carolina:

Abby fluffs the decorative pillow for the hundredth time in the past ten minutes.

She’s already vacuumed and swept every room in their house. She’s gotten all the spare bedrooms ready and taken out all of the blowup mattresses. Most of the kids were staying with them with the exception of those that had kids.

They hadn’t all been together in so long and it felt imperative that the house looked good for everyone.

Wymack came up behind her and gently took the pillow from her hands before setting it back on the couch.

“The place looks amazing, Abby.”

Abby turned around and shot him a doubtful look.

Wymack laughed roughly and leaned forward to place a careful kiss to her forehead.

“They’re just going to be happy to be here. I don’t think they’d care if it looked like a pigsty in here. Everything is okay, and you know why?”

Abby leaned her weight against Wymack’s chest. “Why?”

Wymack pulled back slightly so he could send her a fond smile.

“Our kids are coming home."

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inf3ct3dd · 8 months ago

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HARD WORK.

summary: your grandmas retirement to hawaii finally let you escape the annoying city life. but as it turns out, being a country girl aint easy work. luckily a hot stranger with a truck full of rakes and hoes has taken a liking to you.

gardener abby x black!oc

warnings: I AM A FREAK FOR GARDENER ABBY. little bit of creepy perv behavior, stalking, SEX

wc: 4.6k

authors note: heyyy guys miss u 😈 if anyone gaf i’ll post a part 2 cuz yk how i be… ts long as hell

abby noticed your presence about a week after you had moved.

she had recognized the yellow house, a familiar sight when she went on her drives to clear her head. it was certainly a sight for sore eyes. it was one of only three houses on the block, recognizable by the pale paint and the burnt orange front porch. she often wondered how the owners maintained it, as it was full of plants and trees. a big front yard with wildflowers, a cherry tree by the garage, and flower pots galore. its gorgeous. she also dreamed of what was behind the big door to the backyard, but she could see the faint sight of green trees from the top of it. its a beautiful house, no doubt. and the foliage was always kept perfect. bushes trimmed, lawn mowed, and the trees left the perfect shade for the summer time. she’d love to work there, but it seemed that the owners had it under control.

until you moved in.

after a while, she noticed the lawn becoming slightly overgrown, the bushes losing their shape, and the tree was dropping cherries all over the adorable pink slug bug in the driveway. she had taken that the original owners had moved out, but she had no idea who had replaced them. and clearly, that replacement had no idea how to tend to that house.

and then, she finally caught sight of you.

it was around about 3:30, if she remembered correctly. give or take five minutes. she was on her usual drive, exhausted and irritated from having to tell a woman that her grass would take at least a month to grow back from its butchered state. a bad raccoon problem left the entire yard torn, holes and dead yellow grass everywhere. but she had that off her mind now. she turned on her car stereo, old dad rock silencing her thoughts as she drove. the road you have to take to drive by the house is basically inside the forest. big, green trees on each side, a bumpy gravel road, and big hills. it was always a smooth ride, and the cool breeze from her window was a relief after sweating for 5 hours straight. she always hung her left arm out of the window, so much so that its slightly tanner than the other.

when she finally got to the house, she forgot everything she was thinking about. she even forgot where she was for a moment, making her stop the car.

she finally caught gaze of .. you. bent over the grass, seemingly trying to weed the garden. all she could see of you was your ass, and she wasn’t exactly complaining about the view. the denim shorts you were wearing left absolutely nothing to the imagination. along with the booty shorts, (the name very fitting), you had on a green spaghetti strap that clung to you like a wet suit. you had clearly been out there for a while, sweat pooling on the shirt and a drop sliding down the obvious cleavage in your shirt. she tried so hard to pull away, to leave you alone and not be a creep, but she couldn’t. it was like everything was moving in slow motion as she was eyeing you, and she slowly made her way up to your face after staring at your tits for an inappropriate amount of time. you had thick, black curls, that were pulled up haphazardly into a high ponytail. probably to get it out of your way while you worked. its clear you take advantage of how remote your house is, sitting in the yard looking like that. its unsafe, what if a weird freak comes over and stares at you from his truck?

abby quickly realized that she was the weird freak in question. even with the headphones in your ears, you noticed the presence behind you. you felt the rumbling of the truck through the ground, given the fact you were barefoot. you turned around to look at her, moving a curl out of your eyes and behind your ear. you raised a brow at the truck, confused. you couldn’t make out the person inside, with your glasses resting on the porch. you squinted and saw a rough image of some..blond person? you stared for a while longer, almost considering walking up to them . what’re they looking at? were you that bad at gardening?

abby was frozen the second you turned around. she definitely stared longer than she should have, not even noticing that you were staring as well. you had a confused look on your face as you squinted over at her. it was almost as if you couldn’t see her. when she thought the two of you made eye contact, she instantly started driving away. she tried to pull away slowly, to not be suspicious, but she zoomed down the road like a derby horse.

fuck. did she see me?

almost as soon as you saw the car, it drove away. they must’ve noticed you caught them and got embarrassed. who is that? you had seen a blob that sort of looked like blonde hair, but not much else. it was hard to discern anything from that, so you focused on what you did see. you felt like you had seen the car before, but then again, so many people have black pickup trucks around here. and its not like it had any significant details you’d remember it by, it was just a plain truck. not even a funny bumper sticker or something! its like the exact opposite of your car, the back of your beetle is covered in cute stickers, and you even got heart shaped rims. their car was different. it was so…rugged. whoever it is probably does some sort of hard job, like construction or something.

you shrugged off the whole thing, getting a bit too sweaty for your liking and heading inside. you wondered to yourself if they’d stop by again, maybe you should keep an eye on your window!

while you were pondering over who the mysterious figure in the truck was, the figure herself was freaking out. she couldn’t stop imagining you on that lawn, seeing your confused face and glossy pout as you stared at her. did you even realize someone was looking at you? did you feel weird and scared now? was that the absolute most pervy thing she could’ve done?? and most importantly, would you notice if she did it again? she shook the thought as soon as it came. she was practically berating herself, mumbling “don’t be weird” under her breath. she tried to think about other things. the smell of the trees lining the road. the tree in your front yard. fuck, this is difficult.

eventually, she settled on thinking about your yard. she tried not to focus on the image of you bent over in front of it, and her behind you, and she slowly remembered something. you could not garden for shit. you had missed a bunch of huge strips mowing, the bushes were lopsided, and you were knee deep in weeds. it was obvious you had no idea what you were doing, and she knew it would be so easy to fix it.

“looks like you need some help.” she uttered from behind you on the front yard, and you turned around, puzzled.

“you think so?” you stared up at her, doe eyes nearly punching her in the chest. you were still sweaty, in the same tank top.

“yeah, you look hot. let me cool you off.” and with that, she grabbed at the bottom of the shirt. “can i”-

“abby. cut it out.” she pulled herself out of the daydream, realizing she had stopped her car once again. thankfully, the road was completely empty, so she kept driving. there wasn’t anything worth staring at over here, so she kept it pushing. freak.

she tried to push whatever happened earlier to the back of her mind all day. but its like she got hypnotized. she drove up to her house, and she stupidly expected to see you in her front yard. she went inside, and she wondered what the inside of your house looked like. does she have carpet? what color are her walls?

she quickly shut down the thought of “walls” as an…untasteful image appeared in her head. she took a shower, a near freezing one, and she imagined what type of showers you like. or if you were even a shower person, maybe you liked baths. you’d probably shriek if you stepped into the shower and it was the wrong temperature. she imagined you sitting on the edge of the tub, letting the water run over your fingers until it was justtt right. she imagined you sitting down in the tub, and - nothing. she didn’t imagine anything else.

she cooked herself some pasta for dinner, and sat down on her couch to eat. do you like spaghetti? she started thinking about that scene in the lady and the tramp, except you and her replaced the dogs. once again, she shut that down right after she started. she ate her food and threw her dishes in the sink, almost running to her bedroom. because she was tired. no other reason.

you had gotten a call from your grandma a little while after you went inside. you didn’t necessarily want to talk to anyone right now, but you owed it to her after she basically gave her house to you for free. she talked for what felt like forever, about her new house, the beach, everything. and after a million “really”s and “oh wow”s, she asked you to show her the house.

you showed her around the inside first, panning around the living room, kitchen, and all the rooms, she was very satisfied with how clean you kept the house. its easy to take care of when its just you making the messes, and not an aggravating messy roomate. you felt like a lonely housewife who’s husband left for war.

afterwards, you went out into the backyard. her smiling face turned into a confused grimace within seconds.

“honey, who did the lawn?” she asked, so much concern in her voice you’d assume she just walked in on a crime scene.

“i did! doesn’t it look good?” you chimed, confused on why she sounds like you’ve just killed a man.

“…no. it looks like a hot mess. you missed like, three spots! and lord, what did you do to my bushes?” she let out a loud sigh.

“…i trimmed them?” your pride was wiped off your face, a small frown replacing it.

“i don’t even wanna see the front. you know what, you need to find a gardener. someone. as long as its not you. ill pay for it myself, just…don’t touch anything.”

“at least my plants aren’t dead and the grass is still green.” she mumbled under her breath, hanging up the phone.

where the hell are you gonna find a gardener?

with your spirits crushed, you sat with your computer and your glasses resting on your nose, “how to fix a messed up lawn” reflecting on the glass. r/lawncare said to leave it and let it re-grow before mowing it again, evenly. wait at least a week or two and keep watering it. but don’t touch it.

so, you decided to listen. the gardener hunt could wait till later, you were sleepy. you ended up dozing off on the couch watching chopped, and you had forgotten all about it by the morning.

abby however, can’t forget anything.

after a long, sleepless night, abby was running out of things to distract herself. why was she going borderline insane over some random girl? she’s seen hot girls before. were you a witch or something?

she went through her day with the same irritating questions going through her head. what does she listen to when she drives? what does she order at the coffee shop? whats her name?

she realized by the time she was on her lunch break she needed to answer at least one of her questions. she already knew where you lived, whats the harm in knowing your name?

she had slightly known your grandma, only the fact that they owned the farm that was down the road from the house. and that it was named after their last name. small town advantage, am i right?

after googling the last name, a facebook profile showed up. presumably exactly who she thought it was. she scrolled through pictures of her at the beach, on family vacation, unfunny memes,and a post that made her chuckle for a whole minute.

she knew she was in the right place now.

after scrolling for a while longer, she found exactly what she was looking for: a picture of you and the woman, your arm slung around her shoulder. you looked like you were at a wedding, all dolled up in a green satin dress with your hair down. you were wearing glasses, too.

“so she probably didn’t see me.”

you looked just as gorgeous as yesterday, and the picture was captioned “my beautiful granddaughter r ♥️💐😘🥰” and there was many more of her old lady friends and relatives calling you gorgeous. didn’t she know it.

she typed the name , your name, into facebook yet again, and there you were. the profile picture was of you as a baby, little black curls pulled into two pigtails as you grabbed at the camera with a cheesy smile. albeit, you only had two teeth, but it was definitely a smile. you’ve just always been cute, huh?

she looked down at the bio, and found everything else she needed to know. whos idea was it to make people give facebook all their personal information?

it was obvious this account was just for family, as it was mostly just reposts of your relatives posts and pictures she would deem “family friendly.” but the pictures were mostly of things other than you, like cats and pretty buildings you saw. it gave off the perfect, innocent impression to anyone who’d come across it.

but after finding your facebook, it didn’t take her much longer to find your instagram. and your tiktok. and your tumblr from when you were in highschool? maybe she was digging a little too deep.

your instagram wasn’t that stark of a contrast to your facebook. add a little more cleavage, and a much more active..social life, and it was basically the same. you hadn’t posted much with your friends in a while though, only stills of your plane and you relaxing in your new home. tough time making friends over here?

she snooped even more into your following, and at first there wasn’t anything really interesting. some music artists you liked, random cat accounts, and baking accounts. cute. but, after a while, she recognized something. the name of the place you worked at that she saw on your facebook. a veterinary office. the profile mostly had pictures of cats and dogs and some smaller animals, but when she saw a post about the offices pet fundraiser, she immediately recognized your face. cheesy smile, holding up a small kitten to your cheek. it was adorable.

she looked up the address in the account’s bio, and she saw that it was a 5 minute drive from her house. perfect coincidence. alice would love to take a walk after work today, wouldn’t she?

her snooping was interrupted by the alarm she had set for the end of her break. startled, she slightly jumped out of her seat before swinging her door open and plopping her phone in her back pocket. she knew what her plans for this afternoon were.

while abby was scheming up her stalkerish plans, you were just.. bored. you sat at the front desk, doodling one of the dogs you saw come in earlier with one earbud in your ear, fleetwood mac giving you soft background music to the emptiness of the lobby. with it being tuesday and all, it wasn’t very busy. your shift didn’t end for a few hours though, and you would rather be bored than busy.

you decided to people watch outside the window for a bit. you saw an old lady walking around with another old lady, holding coffee cups from the cafe down the street. they were engrossed in conversation, and you tried to lip read, but could only make up a few nonsensical words before they disappeared out of your view. a man walked by with his disgruntled teen daughter, headphones pulled over her ears with an annoyed grimace. once again, it looked like the father was saying something, but you had no idea what.

after a few more people walked past, you saw someone who actually…caught your eye. it was a tall blonde woman, hair weaved neatly into a braid that rested on her right shoulder. she had on a black tshirt that showed of her toned arms, and grey cargo pants with green grass stains on them. you tried to glance at her face, but she was facing the side. all you could really see was the outline of her curved nose, and the soft shape of her lips. her side profile looked perfectly carved, like a statue. she had on black over the ear headphones too, and she was holding a leash to a big german shepherd. shes hot, and she has a dog? you subconsciously started fixing your hair, just in case she was walking in here. she stopped near the door, and you nearly pounced to greet her. but your excitement was cut short when you saw her walk slightly further, and pull out a small stack of papers and a roll of tape. was she putting up fliers?

you watched her place one on the light post outside your building, holding the tape in her mouth as she did so. you tried hard not to drool all over your desk as you watched her. you couldnt make out what the paper said as she walked away, and you wasted no time going outside to see what it was.

and when you finally approached it, you felt as god himself was giving you an offering. the flier read "abby anderson gardening services.” there was a small graphic of a pretty flower, and an even more captivating image of the woman who had put up the flier. abby, that’s a sweet name.

you quickly ripped off one of the small pieces of paper on the bottom of the flier, placing it in your sweater pocket before skipping back into your work gleefully. a hot girl who was gonna save you from your gardening dilemma? somebody pinch you.

abby hadn’t had the smallest confidence her plan had worked. her heart was practically beating out of her chest, and the questions kept on pouring in. did she even see? will she even notice? what if she did see, and she recognized me as the freak who was ogling her outside her house? she planned all this perfectly. she spent 3 hours last night making those stupid fliers. scrolling through a million different fonts, searching through her camera roll for good pictures, she needed it to be as believable as possible. she had parked her truck well out of view a few blocks away, carried extra fliers, and brought alice with her to try and hide her true intentions. normal gardener walking her dog and putting up fliers, thats all she was. definitely not a weirdo that saw a girl pruning her front yard and got so hot and bothered that she devised a whole plan that would maybe get her to call her.

she shook her head, practically trying to shake away her thoughts, and she kept on walking.

you were telling yourself that you’d call her right when you got off work.

and after sitting on your bed for 5 minutes staring at her number typed into your phone, it was tomorrow.

and then tomorrow, it was the day after that.

the fear made absolutely no sense to you. you’re calling a gardener! whats the worst shes gonna say? ‘oh no, im not gardening for you because you’re stupid and also im going to run you over with my lawn mower.’ its her job to do this!! you had even saved her number in your phone as “hot gardener” so you wouldn’t forget her.

you were silently hoping that youd see her around somewhere. she’d approach you, start some dumb conversation, suddenly bring up the fact that shes a gardener, and then you get your “really? i’ve been looking for one!” moment. perfect meet cute.

but its like she vanished into thin air.

every time you went to work, or even out shopping, you were dolled up for no reason. wearing shirts with extra cleavage, making sure you have on lipgloss constantly, you were not taking any chances. even when you were doing the most mundane activities, you swiped on a layer of mascara before you left the house. just in case. but your luck wasn’t striking you at all. does she not live in the neighborhood?

abby definitely lived in the neighborhood. after checking her flier and seeing a missing phone number, she spent the whole night waiting for her phone to ring. she did anything and everything to try and keep her busy, which included cleaning her entire apartment and stalking your instagram. you had posted a picture of your cat on your story. cute.

after almost 5 hours of waiting around, she was pacing around her living room like a tiger in captivity. every notification she got she pounced at her phone, but she was continuously disappointed. no manny, i don’t want to go out tonight. dont ever text my phone again and also i hate you.

it was around 12:45 when her phone finally rang. she picked up instantly, barely letting it ring. she cleared her throat and tried to feign nonchalance in her voice. but instead of your sweet voice asking about her lawn, it was a telemarketer. she threw her phone on the couch and collapsed on her floor. it was gonna be a long night..

the next day, she knew she needed to check on you. what if something had happened? or, worse, what if you weren’t even the one who took the phone number? she came back the same way she did the first time she saw you, driving a liiiittle too slow past the vet office. and low and behold, you were perfectly fine. sat at the front desk talking to some girl with a cat. and when she looked at the flier, there was still only one slip missing. maybe you forgot?

she drove away, a childish pout on her face. it was pathetic , really.

when she was at the grocery store on the second day of waiting , that she definitely didn’t drive an extra five minutes to because it was close to you, she nearly had a heart attack when she saw you in the cereal aisle. cute hoodie and shorts on with your hair down. you seemed like you were having a hard time deciding between two cereals, holding the boxes next to each other and squinting. she imagined herself going up to you and delivering some smooth one liner about cereal that she was still trying to come up with, and carrying your groceries and you to your car. but as much as she wanted to, she kept her distance. heavily. she was looking around every five minutes like a shoplifter so she wouldn’t bump into you.

but not touching didn’t mean she couldn’t look. she saw you finally chuck the fruity pebbles into your basket, squeeze half the mangos on the display before picking one, and you last minute deciding to buy a pack of gum when you were checking out. she tried her hardest to not be jealous of the scrawny bag boy you smiled at, and when she finally saw you check out, she remembered she was supposed to be getting stuff for dinner. shit.

and the day after that, when she stopped at the gas station by your street because it was ‘cheaper’, she recognized your beetle in two seconds. she watched you step into the little mini market, clad in a pair of jean shorts and a random t shirt from a theme park , and she watched you walk out with a bag of hot cheetos as she pumped her gas. she had gotten a closer look at your bumper stickers, and she saw a small heart with a sunset flag. she couldn’t help but do a little fist pump when she got in her car.

none of her research was giving her any clarity though. she kept driving past her flier, day after day, and not a single other person had picked up a slip. was it even you who took it? are you gonna hire some other stupid gardener you found on your phone?

and on the third day, she had stayed home. she was beginning to give up hope you’d ever call, and she would never make a move first. especially if you had accidentally seen her on one of her little ventures. so, she cleaned her house again. she even dusted, thats how bored she was. the thoughts of you were constantly plaguing her. she almost took up mannys offer to go out tonight, try and get her mind off things.

but her mind stayed in the exact same place. her mind replayed the memory of you in the lawn yet again. she remembered the sweat dripping down your chest, the way your shorts were riding right up your thighs. she shoved her hand down her pants and imagined that they were yours.

she remembered how nice and smooth your voice sounded on the videos she saw. even though you never said much, even her imagining it made her even wetter. she kept rubbing her middle finger up and down her clit, picturing you whispering in her ear.

“you’re such a fucking creep. you keep watching me at work, following me around, and now you’re fucking yourself to me? we’ve never even met. you’re acting like a desperate slut for some random girl, you’re not embarrassed?”

the dialogue she was imagining in her head was getting her further and further. she almost imagined you saying it, the voice being strange and inconsistent to her. still, she moved faster, hearing the noise her slick covered fingers made as she moved. she kept letting out heavy breaths, flexing her hips upwards onto her hand.

“you know, you could’ve just come up to talk to me. how pathetic are you? can’t even talk to a girl?”

she imagined your breath on her neck, watching her. if she focused enough, she could feel the indent in her bed of you next to her. she started moving even faster, letting out loud moans as she pressed down on her clit even harder. she arched her back as she did, pushing her head against her headboard. she could feel the pressure building in her lower stomach, and she was practically humping her hand. she got sweatier and sweatier, the blanket covering her lower half not making it any better.

“are you really this desperate? you could-“

abbys fantasy was interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing next to her. right when she was close. fuck. she nearly abandoned the phone call, but then the thought crossed her hazy mind. what if it was you?

so she wiped her hands on her boxers , took a deep breath, and answered her phone.

she tried not to get her hopes up, worried it might be another telemarketer. annoyed at the fact that she gave up cumming for some random person.

“hello? is this..-abby?”

#HARD WORK.#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x black reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson smut #abby x you #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson tlou2 #abby tlou

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obsidianimagines · 8 months ago

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Stay

After he and his brothers track down and kill the men who murdered their mother, Jack returns home to find you waiting in his room, and he doesn't want you to leave.

Jack Mercer x f!reader

Warnings: mentions of death/murder/trauma, a little homophobia (Bobby refers to reader as Jack's beard), smidge of angst, comfort/fluff 🥺, cursing, a little mention of sex so MINORS DNI

Notes: This is my first try at a Jack imagine. Hope you like it ☺️ and please ignore how bad I am at titles

Jack's childhood bedroom looked about as you'd expected.

An electric guitar and amp. A stereo with a collection of rock cd's. Band and car posters plastered on the wall. And, of course, a stack of VHS tapes that you probably didn't want to inspect too closely—he'd been a teenage boy the last time he lived there, after all.

You eventually grew tired of looking around and propped his pillow up so you could sit back against his headboard. His bed was a lot more comfortable than the one in the crappy hotel you'd been sleeping in, mostly because it was Jack's, and that meant safety. It meant home.

It was already pretty late when you first arrived at the Mercer home, so you were having a hard time staying awake to greet your boyfriend. Maybe you should've just waited until the morning, but something told you that you might be needed. That was why you'd driven to Detroit with him in the first place instead of making him go on his own. To be there for him during such a devastating time.

You yawned and decided to rest your eyes for just a few minutes, not hearing the sound of the front door, or Bobby speaking a little too loudly as three of the Mercers entered.

"Seriously, Jackie. How much are you paying her?"

"I'm not paying her anything, Bobby." Like always, his brother was just trying to get under his skin. Sometimes, it really fucking bothered him, but after seeing your car parked out front, he just wanted to find you.

He didn't see you in the living room, and just as he realized where you likely were, Sofi came down the stairs and confirmed it. "She's waiting in your room."

"Thanks." Jack took the steps two at a time, passing Sofi as she eagerly went to meet Angel at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hey, she better not think she's staying here! We don't need another La Vida Loca!" Bobby called after Jack, which he ignored, chuckling as Sofi started cursing at the oldest Mercer in Spanish.

Jack opened his bedroom door, cracking a small smile the instant he noticed you dozing off on his bed. He'd had half a mind to have Jerry drop him off at your hotel, but it was late enough that he assumed you were already sound asleep. Now that he knew you weren't even there, he was glad he hadn't gone anyway because he wouldn't have heard the end of it from Bobby.

Your eyes fluttered open as Jack slipped off his leather jacket, tossing it on the chair while kicking off his boots. "Hi," you greeted with a relieved smile.

"Hey, gorgeous," he replied as he climbed into the bed with you.

Even though you'd only been together for about two and a half years, you could read Jack very well. It was clear when he was upset or thinking of painful things, showing right there in his eyes. At that moment, you saw not just the sadness and grief of the last several days, but something else that disturbed him.

You shimmied down the bed a bit and opened your arms, allowing him to practically lay on top of you and rest his head on your chest. "What happened, baby?" You gently embraced him, resting a hand at the nape of his neck.

Jack took a moment to relax in your arms, letting out a sigh as you began to run your fingers through his hair. It had taken some time and a lot of built trust for him to be fully comfortable with that kind of intimacy, and once that happened, he could never get enough. After everything that happened that day, he really fucking needed it.

"I–" He sniffled, blinking back the tears that stung at his eyes. "I saw the security footage. I saw my mom..."

"Oh..." Your heart clenched as you realized what he meant. "I'm so sorry you had to see that, Jack."

"We found the guys that killed her," he said quietly, his fingers toying with the fabric of your shirt. "Angel and Bobby took care of it, but I...I couldn't handle it. I'd never watched anyone die like that." Jack had done some dumbass shit as a kid, but he'd never gotten into some of the more extreme things his brothers—particularly Bobby—did. Not until his mom was taken from him.

The fact that he and his brothers had found and killed their mom's murderers was not a surprise to you. Jack already told you that was the plan, and he'd shared enough about his brothers in the past for you to know he wasn't just talking. While killing was wrong, you had nothing against them getting revenge for Evelyn as long as Jack still came home to you in the end.

"But it's done now, right? You don't have to see that again."

"Nah, it's not over yet. Someone hired them to kill her."

Your hand stopped moving. "What?" Random robbery to contract killing? A pit formed in your stomach at the thought of him getting mixed up with something like that. "Who would want to kill your mom? She was amazing." You'd only ever talked to Evelyn on the phone, but between the lovely conversations and everything Jack ever told you about her, you knew she was a special woman.

"We don't know yet. I'll have to stay a couple more days..." Though it was important to find the truth and get justice, part of him really just wanted to be back home in your little shared apartment. He wanted things to be back to normal—as normal as they could be without Evelyn Mercer in the world.

"I'll add a few days to my hotel," you said as your fingers resumed playing with his hair. The idea of an extended stay didn't bother you at all. You knew he wasn't leaving Detroit until his mom was avenged.

"You should check out and stay here with me." He looked up at you with those soft blue eyes, and you already knew you'd be doing just that with very little convincing. Jack was hard to resist. "I miss you."

"It's not like I'm back in New York." Even though you laughed, you understood exactly what he meant. The cold Michigan nights really made you appreciate sleeping with him. "I miss you, too, but I don't want to intrude on you and your family."

"You're not intruding. You're my family, too," he assured you with a smile, which you returned as you stroked his cheek. "Besides, Angel's busy with Sofi, and Bobby's gonna be annoyed by someone or something no matter what."

You'd only met his oldest brother very briefly, but based on Jack's warnings and Sofi's rant about him when she let you in the house, you didn't doubt that he was a prickly as they come.

Jack watched expectantly, hoping he wouldn't have to spend another night alone. He had a hard time getting rest without you already, but it got worse after finding out his mom died. And he couldn't help the worry that whoever he and his brothers were after could end up targeting those close to them. That you could be hurt or killed just for being in town and being his girl. You'd probably be safer at the Mercer home.

"Okay, I'll check out in the morning."

He let out the breath he'd been holding and moved up your body to place a kiss on your lips. As he pulled back, you gazed up at him with the sweetest eyes he'd ever seen, and he thought for the millionth time how lucky he was to meet you. That you'd happened to end up at one of his shows three years ago was nothing short of a fucking miracle. "I love you."

"Love you, too," you said back without hesitation.

Underneath the rock and roll look, Jack was soft and sweet. You had seen tiny hints of it when you first talked outside of the bar his band had just played in, and he slowly let you in to see the rest. He respected and cared for you in a way that no other guy ever had, he made you feel safe and loved. Knowing you did the same for him after everything he'd been through meant the world.

When he laid back down beside you and pulled the blanket up over your bodies, you quickly turned on your side and snuggled right up to him.

Jack kissed the top of your head and slowly rubbed his hand up and down your back, and that was the last thing you remembered before finally drifting off.

Waking up was not quite as peaceful as falling asleep had been. A loud banging on the door shocked you both awake just in time to hear, "Rise and shine, Princess! We got shit to do today!"

Jack groaned and buried his face in your chest again. Even with Bobby's interruption, he really didn't want to move. After all, that was his second favorite spot to put his face. You were just about as eager to get up as he was, realizing just how much you'd needed this the last few days.

"What a charming wake up call," you said with a laugh, your voice rough from sleep. Considering how he'd referred to you as Jack's beard the first time you met, and at their own mother's funeral no less, a lack of tact seemed to be Bobby's thing.

"You get used to it," he mumbled into your t-shirt. "Unless you changed your mind about staying..."

"Nope." You reluctantly threw the blanket off and untangled yourself from him, taking a glance at your watch. "We've got plenty of time for breakfast, but I do need to be at the hotel by 9:30 to get my things."

Once you stretched and finally got out of bed, Jack sat up and scrubbed his hand over his face, his hair sticking up even more than usual. You went over to his jacket to fish his zippo and the pack of cigarettes out of the pocket and toss them over to him.

"Thanks," Jack said before placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it up. He took a drag and watched amused as you slipped your shoes on and fixed yourself up a bit because, unlike him, you had a problem with looking like you'd just rolled out of bed.

Satisfied, you leaned down and tenderly cupped his jaw so you could press a kiss to his forehead. "See you downstairs, baby."

Jack's cheeks heated up at the sweet affection, and he blew out a cloud of smoke as you walked away with a sway of your hips.

Yeah, he was lucky as hell.

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mssishipi · 2 months ago

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SPEED IT UP — pjs

— BMW luxury, but make it filthy.

content tags: taglish ver! established relationship, conyo! jay, bratty? reader, dangerous driving lol, explicit content (smut): KANTUTANNN, semi-public, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, somnophilia. bawal sa mga bata. WC:6.4k

english ver.

"No smoking inside the car."

You rolled your eyes, pero hindi ka na rin nakipagtalo. The weight of the cigarette between your fingers grounded you against the early morning chill.

You huffed quietly, then tossed your duffel bag sa backseat with a soft thud. One last drag—deep inhale, letting the burn sit heavy in your chest—then you flicked the butt to the gravel, stepped on it with your boot, twisting it out.

It was 4 AM. Tahimik pa rin ang paligid ng cabin, save for the low hum of crickets and wind through the trees. Jay was leaning against the car, door open, engine off, the yellow dome light casting a soft glow on his face.

"Come on, baby. Gotta hurry up. Sun's gonna catch us if we don't move," he said.

The plastic crackled under your grip as you sprayed your palms. You rubbed it up your arms, neck, pati sa dibdib—anywhere the smoke could've stuck. The sting hit your nose, matapang 'yung amoy, but you preferred it over reeking of yosi. You hated it when the smell stuck, especially around Jay. Kahit hindi naman siya maarte, you just didn't want it on you.

You tucked the half-crumpled pack of Marlboro Reds back into the compartment and shut it.

"Bakit ayaw mong magpa-yosi sa loob?" you asked, half-joking, half-serious. Already you were slouching into the seat. "Crack the window lang, oks na 'yun, diba?"

"It'll still smell, baby," Jay said, eyes on the road as he reached over to tap the center console. "Just grab a lollipop there. May cherry pa siguro."

You sighed, grumbling under your breath, but reached for the lollipop anyway.

"Puro disiplina ka talaga," you muttered, unwrapping the candy. You popped it into your mouth, the sweetness cutting through the lingering smoke in your throat.

Jay just smirked, eyes still on the road. "Yup. Buti na lang ang galing mong sumunod."

Jay started the engine with a soft rumble, dashboard lights glowing a muted blue against the early morning dimness. You leaned back against the passenger seat, eyes drifting to the scenery slipping past the window, dense trees, low-hanging mist, an occasional flicker of distant headlights disappearing into the curve of the road.

You glanced at him. Always like this when he drove. Silent, laser-focused. Walang hilig sa chika habang nagda-drive. No music suggestions, no stolen touches—just him and the road. It lowkey annoyed you sometimes, pero gets mo naman. Kahit papaano. Just not something you felt like understanding at 4 AM.

An hour passed.

Your lollipop was down to a chewed-up nub, stick soggy between your lips until it bent. You flicked it into an empty bottle in the cupholder and sighed dramatically, scrolling through your phone for something or anything to distract you. But nope. Dead notifications. Stale feed. Walang kwentang memes. Kahit TikTok ang dry din.

You tried sleeping, head leaning against the window, but the car's subtle vibrations and every turn jolted you awake. Nakakairita. The silence stretched longer, heavier. Jay didn't even glance at you. Seryoso pa rin. Driving like a damn responsible adult.

You stared at the glove compartment.

It wasn't like you had a cigarette addiction, right? You weren't addicted. It just... helped. Parang ang bigat sa loob, and the hit of nicotine made it float a little.

You groaned softly, shifting in your seat, legs restless.

"Jayyyy," you whined. You popped another lollipop into your mouth, trying to distract yourself. "It's so boring."

You lifted your legs, planting your feet sa dashboard, knees angled toward him. Not exactly to annoy him. But okay, maybe partly.

Jay side-eyed you, quick glance lang, then back to the road. No comment.

You pouted harder, voice turning soft, teasing. "C'mon, babe. Say something. Look at me. Do something. I'm rotting in here."

Jay didn't bite. Still quiet, still focused.

"My iPad's in the bag," he said eventually. "Play some Block Blast or something."

You groaned. "Ugh. You're so dad-mode right now," you muttered, clicking your tongue against the lollipop. Your eyes flicked to the glove compartment again.

The itch was real. "I need to suck cigs. Please," you said, putting your palms together. Lip jutted out in the most dramatic paawa effect look that you could manage.

Jay flicked his eyes to you for half a second. Then back to the road.

"Baby, I told you. You can't," he said gently.

That tone. Soft like a warning wrapped in velvet. You sighed, slumping back into the seat. You wanted to be annoyed, gusto mo sana ng konting inis, konting asaran, but it was Jay. And when he said no like that? Calm, firm, unfazed?

Wala. Wala kang laban.

You rested your head back, still pouting. "Promise, I'll blow it out the window. Like, half my body outside if I have to," you mumbled, trying again.

He chuckled under his breath. "Stick with the lollipop for now," he said. "I'm not against you smoking, kahit alam kong masama sa'yo. Just... know when to pull back. Put it in the right place, baby. Okay?"

The way he said it is calm and respectful, may konting authority pero hindi demanding. No shame, no judgment. Just Jay, the constant in your chaos. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't roll his eyes. He just kept you in place.

That was hotter than any argument could've been.

Jusko po, the way he lectured you like that, so soft, so chill, so unbothered made your thighs clench instinctively.

You turned your head, resting your cheek against the seat, eyes glued to his profile from the corner of your vision. You sucked on the lollipop slow, letting it click softly against your teeth.

The cigarette could wait.

Your eyes drifted lower to his thighs. Tangina.

Jay looked so hot right now.

How could he be this attractive without doing anything?

He wasn't even looking at you.

Your voice slipped out before you could second-guess it. "Gusto kitang chupain."

"Bibig mo," saway niya, not taking his eyes off the road. His thumb slid just a little higher on the inside of your thigh. "That lollipop not doing it for you anymore?"

You smirked around the candy, pressing your knees together, feeling the throb pulse through you as his hand stayed exactly where it was, teasing you.

Jay was always like that. Never rushing. Laging chill. Laging one step ahead. He knew exactly how to make you unravel while he stayed calm and collected, like he wasn't doing anything at all.

It was so unfair how good he was at it.

"You're so hot, tangina," you muttered, voice low and needy, a whine slipping into your tone. "I'm so horny na, Jay."

You shifted in your seat, hips arching slightly, your whole body leaning in toward him, seeking closeness, something, anything to close the gap between his restraint and your spiraling desire. You pulled the lollipop from your mouth slowly, lips wet, breath shaky.

With no hesitation you leaned over and kissed the growing bulge in his joggers.

Jay hissed through his teeth, his grip on the wheel tightening. "Wait, baby... this is a highway. I can't pull over right now."

But you didn't care. You weren't listening.

Your fingers worked fast, slipping under the waistband of his joggers, tugging it down just enough. His cock sprang free, thick, flushed, rock-hard and the sudden exposure to the cool air made him twitch. Your mouth watered. Literally. Your breath hitched, eyes locked on him.

You leaned in, just to inhale. Clean soap. Sweat. And something that was just him. Fuck—your panties were soaked. The scent alone was enough to make your thighs tremble.

You pressed a kiss to the base, then another up the shaft, taking your time. Jay's breath grew heavier, chest rising a little faster beneath his hoodie.

"Baby—fuck—stop," he groaned, his voice strained but still trying to stay composed. "I could totally crash the car right now."

You just hummed around him as you let your lips part wider, taking the thick head of his cock slowly past your tongue. Ang init ng tite niya sa loob ng bibig mo, it was stretching your mouth, and you hadn't even gotten halfway down.

The cherry lollipop was still clutched loosely in your hand, forgotten now as the stereo played on, low beats humming through the BMW's speaker system, a lazy backdrop to your sin.

Giniginaw ka sa lamig ng AC, pero yung katawan mo nag-aapoy sa libog. The soft leather seats, dim cabin lighting, and the muted hum of the road beneath you—all of it felt too intimate, like the car itself was part of the moment. It wasn't even spacious. Pero maybe that's what made it hotter.

You adjusted your position, knees curled beneath you as you leaned over the console, one hand braced against the seat. Hindi siya ideal sex, pero kahit cramped, kahit delikado—you wanted this. You and Jay had never done anything like this habang tumatakbo ang sasakyan, and right now, with your mouth wrapped around him and your panties soaking through, you couldn't think of a single reason to stop.

"Baby..." Jay's voice cracked, deeper now, desperate. His free hand left the wheel and tangled into your hair, fingers tightening. You felt the muscle in his thigh twitch under your palm. Then the car lurched forward, a sign he was pressing harder on the gas.

You pulled back a little, tongue flicking over the tip before swallowing him again, deeper this time. Your throat began to ache, but it was the good kind, the kind that made your eyes water and your legs squeeze together. Saliva slicked his cock, warm and messy, and his moan melted into the bass-heavy track playing low in the background.

"You're going to kill us both—oh God," Jay breathed out. His grip on your hair tightened, knuckles white on the wheel. His hips jolted forward involuntarily, pressing himself deeper into your throat. You gagged, eyes blurring.

You glanced up through your lashes. Lips parted, panting. Brows drawn tight. Jaw clenched so hard the muscles jumped under the skin. His focus was fractured now, no longer completely on the road.

Fuck, ang sarap.

You moaned around him, and the vibration made his cock twitch hard against your tongue.

You picked up the pace, bobbing your head faster, greedier, spit dripping down your chin, coating him from base to tip. The wet sounds were obscene, drowning out everything else. Mas malakas pa kaysa sa music, mas intense pa kaysa sa mismong takbo ng kotse.

"Shit—fuck, baby—" Jay hissed, and the car jerked slightly. Sumemplang siya ng konti sa lane, and for a moment, he didn't care. His hand stayed firm in your hair, guiding your movements, slowly losing control.

You moved with the car with every sudden jolt, every swerve. Your hips rubbed against the seat without meaning to, your legs squeezing together sa tindi ng init sa pagitan ng hita mo.

His foot slammed harder on the pedal. The BMW roared forward.

That's when his hips snapped forward. Fast, and rough. "Tangina, baby—" he groaned your name as he began thrusting into your mouth, not giving you a second to breathe. His composure shattered completely. Both hands now tangled in your hair, guiding you down, using your mouth with a desperation you'd never seen from him before.

He started whispering curses, like "Fuck, fuck, baby—don't stop—don't fucking stop," voice cracking, head falling back against the seat.

You dug your nails into his thighs, holding steady.

"Lalabasan na ako, baby, I'm gonna cum," he gasped, one final thrust driving deep into your throat. Muscles locking, body trembling. His cock pulsed hard, and you moaned around him as hot, thick release spilled down your throat. You swallowed every drop, tongue wrapped around him as your eyes fluttered shut.

Slowly, you pulled off, slick, messy, a string of saliva stretching between your lips and the head of his cock. Your jaw ached, your chest heaved, but all you could do was smile.

Jay collapsed back against the seat, exhaling hard, eyes closed. His head tilted back, throat exposed, hair sticking to his temples.

He adjusted the seat with one hand, ang tigas parin ng tite niya. It was flushed, twitching, glistening in the low light.

With a soft shuffle, you slipped your bottoms off—panties and all—tossing them carelessly into the backseat. The cold air hit your skin, but you didn't care. Sobrang libog mo na, basang basa na rin ang puke mo.

You popped the lollipop back into your mouth, smirked around it, and climbed into his lap—knees on either side of him.

Jay's eyes opened slowly, hazy with lust, the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin.

"Come here," he growled.

You settled over him, letting your soaked pussy drag along the length of his cock, his tip brushing your clit with every slow, teasing rock of your hips. Napapikit ka agad, a soft cry slipping from your lips as you circled your hips, drawing him in.

"Ahhh—fuck," you moaned, dragging your folds across him again and again, letting the friction drive you both closer to the edge.

Jay's hands flew to your hips, then slid lower, one hand cupping your mound. His fingers spread your lips, rubbing slow, delicious circles near your clit. Grabe, ang dulas mo na, your arousal practically dripping down his cock, coating him in heat.

"Jesus Christ," he hissed, eyes glued between your legs. "Your pussy's fucking soaked—fuck, baby. You're fucking dripping."

You whimpered, hips grinding down into his touch, desperate, needy.

"I can't help it," you panted, voice slightly slurred with the lollipop still between your lips. "You're so fucking handsome—putangina, you look so good when you're trying not to lose control. Makes me wanna—ahhh!"

Your sentence broke into a cry as Jay slid two fingers into you. Your body clenched around him instantly, hips jerking down to meet the rhythm he set. He knew exactly where to curl them, just the right angle to pull sounds out of you.

"Ganda mo," he moaned, eyes locked on your face, watching every twitch, every twist of pleasure. His thumb circled your clit as his fingers pumped in and out, slow but firm, coaxing every drop from your aching cunt.

You were riding his hand shamelessly now, grinding down on his palm. Jay leaned forward, lips brushing your jaw, breath hot against your skin.

"Makes you wanna what, baby?" he whispered. "Don't hold out on me. Say it."

You whimpered, rocking harder, fingers clutching his hoodie.

"M-Makes me wanna ride your fat cock," you gasped. "Fuck, Jay, I want it so bad—want you to fill me up 'till I'm leaking all over your lap."

He groaned deep in his chest, teeth grazing your neck, and just as your back arched and hit the steering wheel—honk!

The car horn blared suddenly, sharp and loud, slicing through the haze of lust.

"Fuck," he grinned, voice low and ragged. "You're about to make me wreck and get us arrested, all in the same damn hour."

You moaned, grinding your hips harder, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Then shut up and fuck me, Jay. I need your cock. Now."

You didn't hesitate.

One hand on the headrest, the other guiding him to your entrance, you sank down on him with a moan that scraped out of your chest. The stretch burned, slow and sweet, and by the time your hips met his, you were shaking. Tangina, ang sarap, shit, shit, shit.

"So big," you gasped.

You rocked once, then again. Rising just enough for his tip to tease your opening before slamming back down. The slap of skin-on-skin echoed through the car.

Jay groaned, head falling back, one hand gripping your waist, the other fisting the seat. Your mouth hung open, spit slicking your lip. Wala ka nang pake. You were lost in it, chasing the rhythm as your hips ground into him in tight, firm circles.

Jay's eyes were locked on your body—your face, your tits bouncing, the mess between your thighs. He reached up, took the lollipop from your mouth, and popped it into his.

"Mmm," he moaned, sucking lazily, high on the moment. "Tastes even better mixed with your spit."

"Shit, Jay," you whimpered, hands sliding up his chest, nails dragging down his hoodie.

You rolled harder, faster, your clit brushing the base of his cock with every bounce. You didn't care how you looked. You needed more.

Jay shifted under you, feet planting for leverage. Then he started thrusting up—meeting you stroke for stroke. Perfectly timed. Brutal. Deep. The angle hit every sensitive spot, and your head snapped back with a silent scream.

Your hands flew to his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

"Fucking ride it," Jay growled, breath ragged. "You wanna act like a needy little brat? Prove it. Show me how bad you want this cock. Work for it."

Then he slapped your tits—twice, quick, sharp. You clenched around him, gasping.

He yanked your top up, tugged your bra aside, and latched onto one nipple, fingers rolling the other, lips sucking greedily, moaning into your skin as he tossed the lollipop into the cupholder.

You bounced harder, trying to keep up with him, but the space was brutal. The roof kept pressing against your head, thighs burning, passenger seat squeaking from all the movement.

The air was thick with heat. Your breaths. His moans. The windows were fully fogged, no trace of the outside world anymore.

"Jayy," you whined, voice cracking, rhythm stalling. "'D-di na ako makagalaw!"

Jay pulled away from your chest, lips swollen, mouth wet. He met your eyes, and you saw it—that smile. Wicked and taunting.

"Pagod ka na kaagad?" He murmured. He leaned down again, tongue flicking slowly over your sore nipple, circling your areola with lazy, hungry licks.

"S-sakit ng legs ko," you breathed, nails digging into his shoulders. "They're cramping. I can't—I can't take it anymore, Jay. Please."

Your body was shaking from the strain. As in, literal na pagod. Every joint, every muscle was begging for mercy, pero yung init sa loob mo, wala pa rin, nagwawala pa rin. Nakakabaliw. You were right there, and pero parang imposible na to keep going.

Jay exhaled through his nose, a quiet tss that sounded like a half-laugh.

"You could've just said na you wanted me to take over," he muttered, his signature smirk slowly crawling back to his lips as he slid his hands under your thighs. "But sure, cry about it first."

A sudden shift. He lifted you off his lap, just enough to reposition. He reached for the lever, lowered the seat back slightly, creating more space. His grip on your hips stayed solid, guiding you down again, slowly, letting gravity do its thing habang pinapasok ka niya ulit, inch by thick, throbbing inch.

"Lie back," he said, voice low. "Let me fuck you properly."

Your back hit the steering wheel again, but this time wala ka na talagang pake. You collapsed forward, head resting against his shoulder, body trembling uncontrollably around him.

Jay adjusted his grip, then started thrusting up into you. Controlled. Deep. Precise like hell. You gasped, your voice caught in your throat. Your body snapped tight around him.

"Yeah," he whispered into your ear, his hand slipping between your legs again, fingers dangerously close. "That's it. Just give up na. Let me do the work, since my pretty girl wore herself out."

You whimpered, nodding weakly. Suko ka na. And you were okay with that.

Jay wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in. Then he shifted again, this time angling deeper, harder, sliding you flush against his chest, Then—tangina! He slammed up into you so deep, para kang nabasag.

Your breath punched out of your lungs in a cracked scream, your body locking up then melting, clenching him.

You buried your face in his neck, helpless moaning, half-sobbing. Wala ka na sa sarili mo.

"Shit," he growled, voice rough, breath ghosting against your cheek. "This pussy's choking me. Fuck. You're so tight. So fucking hot."

His grip on your hips got rougher, fingers digging into your soft skin. Pinupukpok ka niya sa ilalim, each thrust had weight, each one bruised your core in the best fucking way.

Your hands couldn't stay still. Kung saan-saan napunta, sa fogged-up window, leaving streaks on the glass; then sa balikat niya, gripping his hoodie; then finally, sa buhok niya, twisting, pulling para lang may kakapitan ka.

Jay's mouth was everywhere. He kissed the curve of your throat, bit your jaw just hard enough to make your eyes roll back. Then he dragged his tongue slowly across your collarbone and sucked the sweat off your skin.

"Can feel you, baby," he whispered, voice wrecked. His hand slid up your back, cupping the nape of your neck. "Lapit ka na?"

"Y-Yeah," you choked out, barely holding on. Your legs were trembling like crazy, muscles twitching. You were right at the fucking edge. "Lalabasan na ako, love, please!"

"Good," he murmured, teeth grazing your neck again. "Then cum for me. Just let go. Give it to me, baby."

His thrusts turned sharper, harder each one stealing a piece of your breath. Slap. Slap. Slap. The car filled with wet sounds, with your moans, his grunts, the sound of skin on skin. You couldn't even see straight anymore. Your body was on fire.

"I-I'm gonna—!" you gasped, your voice breaking as the wave crashed down.

Jay caught your jaw in his hand, made you look at him eyes on eyes and then kissed you, deep and hard. His mouth swallowed the broken sob that spilled out as you shattered in his arms.

Right then, his thumb pressed to your clit again. Fast.

Wala na tangina. Your whole body snapped—rigid, then completely undone. You spasmed around his cock, your cunt squeezing him so tight it drew a rough, animal groan from deep in his chest.

You slumped forward, totally spent, your skin sticking to his. You trembled in his lap, legs weak, heart still racing. Pero Jay didn't let go. He stayed inside you, twitching, still rock fucking hard.

His hand slipped under your chin, lifting your face. His eyes were hooded, wild, and drunk on you.

"Back seat," he muttered, voice thick, rough. "Now."

You nodded, dazed, barely functioning, still pulsing from the orgasm he'd dragged out of you. Para kang lutang, your legs felt like jelly as you moved, fumbling your way off his lap. His cock slipped free with a wet sound that made both of you groan. You reached for the handle, pushed the passenger seat forward with a shaky hand, and climbed into the back.

You were already on your knees, body too wired to think about modesty, hands braced on the middle seat for support when you felt him behind you.

"There she is," Jay muttered under his breath, running a hand up your spine. "My filthy girl."

He grabbed your hips, positioning you just the way he liked—arched, ass up, legs spread just enough to give him the view. You felt the thick head of his cock drag between your folds, slow and heavy, slipping through the mess he already made of you.

"You're dripping down your thighs," he muttered, proud pa, as he dragged his thumb along your inner thigh, collecting the slick.

You whimpered when he pushed the tip in again slower now, but fuck, mas intense. Sobrang sensitive ka na, your body jolting forward, hands gripping the seat as he filled you again. Inch by inch. Parang sinasakal ang kaluluwa mo sa sobrang sarap.

"F-fuck," you gasped, back arching deeper. "Jay—oh my God—"

"Not done with you," he groaned, thrusting deeper. His hips slammed into your ass, the sound echoing sharply inside the cramped car. "Not even close."

The car rocked with every movement. Leather squeaked, the whole vehicle shifting slightly. Your breath fogged the windows again as you gasped, mouth open, forehead pressing against the glass.

Jay's rhythm turned savage. He slammed into you with intention—one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip so hard.

"We're gonna ruin the seats," he growled, thrusting harder, his voice cracking with effort.

You moaned loud, pushing back to meet every stroke, matching his intensity. Every time he hit that perfect angle, your knees buckled.

"Jay," you sobbed, completely undone. "I want you to cum inside me—please—I wanna feel it leak while I'm still full of you."

He stilled. Hips slowing, almost pulling out, leaving just the swollen head inside, throbbing. He watched, eyes glued to your desperate little movements, how your ass pushed back.

"Say that again," he rasped, his grip on your waist tightening, thumbs digging in.

"I want you to cum in me," you panted, glancing over your shoulder, lips swollen, eyes glassy. "Fill me up. Claim me. Make a mess of me."

Jay slammed into you in one brutal, full stroke that knocked the air out of your lungs.

His hands spread your ass, squeezing rough, then slapped you—hard. You yelped, your pussy clenching so tight he hissed.

"Ahhh, tangina, baby," he moaned, pulling back just to see your ass slap against his pelvis.

Your hips picked up pace, grinding down, chasing his rhythm, your moans echoing off the fogged glass.

"Fuck, fuck—" Jay's voice cracked. His hands slid up your back, one tracing the curve of your spine, the other gripping your shoulder. Then he pulled you back into him, fucking you deeper, harder. "Sarap mo."

"Please," you begged, voice hoarse. "Don't pull out, Jay—give me everything. I wanna feel it drip, please."

His breathing turned erratic. Halata mong hirap na siyang kontrolin sarili niya.

"I'm about to creampie your fucking pussy, baby," he snarled. "Gonna fill you 'til you're leaking. I'm gonna stuff this sweet cunt like you fucking begged for."

"Yessss!" Your orgasm hit, no warning, no buildup. Your clit untouched, but the way he wrecked you from the inside was enough.

Your mouth dropped open, silent scream. Vision blurred. You clamped down so tight it forced a growl from deep in Jay's chest.

He slammed in one last time, deep and shaking. Then he came. His moan was broken, torn from his throat, hips pressed hard to your ass as he emptied inside you. His ears rang from the intensity, whole body shuddering.

You felt every throb, every twitch, every pulse of his cock as he released into you. Mainit. Masarap.

You cried out not from pain, but from release. You collapsed, limp and wrecked, your pussy fluttering around him, milking him for every drop. Jay still didn't stop.

He kept moving, small, slow grinds, like he was trying to push every last bit deeper.

"God..." he breathed, face buried between your shoulder blades, teeth grazing your damp skin.

You trembled underneath him, body still shaking, every nerve raw. Pagod na pagod ka na but you didn't want him to move.

Jay stayed inside. Cock still twitching, buried deep, thick with cum. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight.

Then soft kisses. Isa-isa. Sa shoulder mo. Sa leeg. So intimate, like he wasn't just fucking you senseless five seconds ago.

By the time your orgasm faded, lutang ka na talaga. Your body felt boneless, pliant, wrecked in the best way possible. A breathless, half-hysterical laugh slipped past your lips while you collapsed forward onto the seat. Your hands lazily found Jay's shoulder, fingers weakly curling into the soft fabric of his hoodie, just to hold yourself steady habang yung aftershocks nagri-ripple pa rin sa katawan mo.

Jay didn't say anything at first. He just stayed there, still inside you, his chest rising and falling against your back. Then he leaned in slowly, lips brushing your temple, then your cheek, soft kisses landing with a little mwah that made you giggle.

Ang lambing.

He nuzzled you gently, tracing the edge of your jaw with his nose, lips dragging over your sweaty skin. You turned your head just enough, eyes barely half-open, and kissed him.

Then a sharp jolt shot up your leg and your whole body jerked.

"Fuck, cramps!" you yelped, your voice shattering the heavy silence. "Oh my God—yung hita ko, Jay. Tangina, ang sakit, shit!"

Jay laughed. "Hold on," he murmured, steadying you with a hand on your lower back.

He pulled out slowly, and you winced from the sensation. Pareho niyong naramdaman yung stretch, yung slide, then the warm, sticky drip of his cum oozing out of you. It slid down your thighs, thick and slow, and Jay's eyes locked in.

His breath caught. "Shit..." he muttered, voice low, eyes wide with that look—equal parts awe and total, filthy satisfaction.

You flopped onto your side, trying to stretch out your leg habang nanginginig ka pa rin. "Jay, help. Please"

"Baby," he chuckled, still staring between your legs like he was hypnotized. "You can't say stuff like 'cum inside me' and then get shocked na hindi ka na makalakad after. Cause and effect, love."

"I didn't think physics would betray me like this," you groaned, and slapped his shoulder with a weak strength.

Jay grinned, eyes glassy and glowing from post-nut bliss, then leaned over you again. "C'mon, let me help. Gotta get you out of this position before your legs give out completely." He gently lifted one of your knees, massaging the cramp away with slow, circular pressure.

"There," he whispered, eyes focused. "Is it better now, baby?"

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, head dropping back against the seat. "God, yes. Keep doing that and I might fall in love."

Jay smirked. "Might?"

"Next stop's like four miles lang," he said, naka-settle na sa post-fuck softness na parang chill lang kahit kakagulo niyo lang kanina. "I'll grab you a Salonpas or something if you're still sore."

You took the water, chugged it like you hadn't just been moaning his name ten minutes ago, then looked up at him with wide eyes. "Pwede ba ako mag-yosi bago tayo umalis ulit?" you asked, blinking innocently.

Jay paused, narrowed his eyes at you like he already saw the trouble brewing behind your sweet expression.

He sighed. You knew that sigh.

Without waiting for his response, you grinned and mimed zipping your lips shut, pretending to toss the imaginary key out the window. "Okay, okay," you said with a dramatic shrug. "Wala akong sinabi."

Jay gave you the look. Pero ayun, the corner of his mouth twitched. Kahit anong inis niya, gigil pa rin siya sa'yo.

Then your eyes dropped down, your voice lowering.

"Okay," you said, leaning in just enough to whisper it, "can I at least cock warm you while you drive?"

"Excuse me?"

You gave him your most pa-cute look—wide eyes, soft tone, innocent smile na alam mong hindi na siya dapat naniniwala, pero nahulog pa rin. "What? I said warm. Not ride. Warm. That's, like, the most passive, wholesome form of love."

Jay barked a laugh, head falling back as he covered his face for a second. "You want to sit on my dick while I drive."

"Well, yeah," you said casually, already shimmying your hips to adjust your sore muscles. "I mean, it's already warm in there. Parang unfair naman if iwan lang siya mag-isa. You don't want him to feel neglected, diba?"

Jay looked at you, he was grinning, hand sliding to the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. "Fine,"

You both climbed into the front again, Jay adjusting the recline just enough to give you room. You straddled him slowly, letting out a long, contented sigh as you sank down on him again, settling deep, snug, warm.

Your forehead dropped to his chest, body molding into his. Jay's hands slid instinctively to your waist, steady and firm. With one hand, he reached behind to pull a blanket from the mess in the back, draping it over your legs.

The engine rumbled to life beneath you.

"I got you," he murmured, adjusting the wheel with one hand, the other tracing lazy circles on your thigh. "Comfortable ka po, baby?"

"Mhmm," you mumbled sleepily, face buried in his neck. He still smelled like Jo Malone and sweat and sex. "Love you."

He glanced down, heart tightening. He kissed your hair, lips lingering on your scalp.

"Love you more," he whispered, shifting into gear and pulling back onto the road.

You melted into him, eyes barely open, antok na antok, tapos tuluyan nang bumagsak ulo mo sa balikat niya. Mouth slightly open, breathing slow and even.

You are knocked out na parang walang nangyaring kabastusan. Tulog ka, fully passed out on top of Jay, kahit nandun pa rin siya sa loob mo. Literally still inside you.

You didn't care about the cramped space. Or the soreness creeping into your thighs. Or how uncomfortably good it still felt to be stuffed full of him.

You'd deal with the cramps when you woke up.

Jay glanced over and shook his head with a quiet chuckle, his hand smoothing down your back beneath the blanket.

He turned off the highway when he saw the rest stop sign glowing through the mist. At last.

Pero siguro dahil gumalaw ka ng konti sa tulog mo, yung balakang mo gumalaw, or baka dahil naramdaman niya yung tite niya still snug and twitching inside you, soaked with your mess—biglang may nahatak sa loob niya.

Snap.

"Fuck it," Jay muttered, voice low.

He pulled into the back of the convenience store. Engine still running, headlights cutting through the light rain starting to mist on the windshield.

Then, slowly—he sped it up.

Hands gripping your waist again, he started moving under you. No'ng una, dahan-dahan lang, rocking the seat gently. Then it escalated—harder, faster, his hips thrusting up from underneath, fucking into you again.

Kahit tulog ka pa halos, your body reacted agad. You moaned, half-asleep, grinding into him instinctively like your hips remembered what your brain hadn't caught up with yet.

Nagising ka bigla, dazed and needy, forehead pressing into his neck.

Jay kissed your shoulder between thrusts. "Isa pa, baby" he whispered, voice all husky and warm against your ear. "Then I'll get your damn Salonpas."

#enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #filo enhypen smut #park jongseong #jay x reader #jay smut #jay hard hours

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rubiehart · 7 months ago

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how are jj and bsf!reader doing after s4’s events…

♪ heavy - the marías ♪

the neurons in jj’s body are practically buzzing with how giddy he is, blonde mop flopping back against the head rest with every bump of the long country road. his lips are fixed in that signature cocky grin that made you fall head over heels for him all those years ago in the sand box days. “you kiddin’ me?” he laughs breathily, the north carolina air whizzing past the semi-crooked open windows. manually wound down ‘cause the twinkie’s an old girl to say the least.

the wind whips through his blonde tresses and he’s happily bobbing in his seat, hands readjusting on the wheel, one on the ten, other on the three, as he fixes his gaze on your form, looking like some kind of hyper-active puppy with you sprawled out in shotgun, back resting against the door as you grin fondly at his antics. he whistles, his adoration of you being completely obvious. “cause seein’ you in that ‘kini.. nearly sent me off my damn feet..”

the change in his approach is noticeable as you pull your head back in from the window to meet his eye, wind no longer roaring in your ears when you smirk almost challengingly, elbows leaned against the rim of the open window, tilting your head to the side questioningly, knowing he could never resist your teasing, you murmur a “yeah?” watching the way he fidgets in his seat as the van rumbles down the empty road.

he noticeably jerks in excitement as your slight show of submission, warm, ring adorned hand moving to rest against your bare thigh, kneading the flesh fondly, eyes never leaving yours as he silently pleads with you. “you’re not kiddin’ right, baby? ‘cuz that’d be real mean, i promise ya.” he speaks slow, in that southern drawl that always made you mentally fold for him, you shrug, faux carelessly as you bump over another pothole, tits jostling in your triangle bikini top.

you dismiss his admission with a soft shake of your head and a flick of his knuckle, cheeky smile on your face as he re-situates himself with two hands on the wheel, a little pissy about the loss of contact. “eyes on the road, jay.” you tease, ironically because you’re sitting horizontally in your seat, and neither of you are wearing seatbelts, he plays along though, tonguing at his bottom lip with a grin. “damn straight baby, gotta get the princess home in one piece, hm?”

the air is thick and heavy, almost swelteringly so outside of the car’s open windows. and if the north carolina sun is beating down fierce on the back of jj’s neck, he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest as your eyes rake all over his form shamelessly, lazy smile on your face as you take in his angular nose and chiselled jaw, carefree smirk and shining eyes.

you reach for the stereo, turning up the volume as your head whips around, vision fixed on the passing private beach, littered with people and laughter. you pass over more bumps and pot holes, which only makes this more torturous on jj as the fat of your tit slowly reveals itself to him at every jostle of the vehicle.

his hands are white knuckled on the wheel, readjusting his grip, one of the twelve, one on the nine. and it’s not from speed. he’s gripping the wheel so hard that when the car jerks once, twice, three times, he’s squeezing his eyes shut momentarily by the end of it, forcing his mouth shut. the cause for the reaction is the sight he’s currently privy to in the corner of his peripheral view. his jaw is slightly agape, eyes wide and lovesick. “god. damn.” he whispers.

your head whips back in his direction, eyebrows furrowing in confusion before you realise what had elicited that reaction from him. you laugh softly, readjusting the thin fabric of your bikini top over your pert nipple, eyes finding his own wide ones. “eyes on the road, jay.” you reprimand once again, teasing evident in your tone.

he swallows, throat dry as the sahara as he attempts to play it off, drumming his fingers against the wheel, nodding along. “eyes on the road. eyes on the road, yeah, yeah, yeah - yeah.” he’s far from convincing as you snicker at him, watchinf the way his eyes are on the road for all of three seconds before they’re dipping back down again. he’s starting to sweat a little and it has nothing to do with the blazing heat outside.

jj’s lips tug into a smirk that’s all too cocky for his current situation as they speed past the marshlands. he won’t admit the heat that’s currently spreading through his body and quickly making its way south, tenting the front of his swim shorts noticeably. “shut up-“ he grumbles, running his hand through his slightly damp hair, gesturing towards you as he continues. “look at you.”

she just laughs, giving herself a dramatic look over in the windshield, pursing her lips and playing with her hair. “guess i am pretty cute, huh?” his hands adjust on the wheel, relaxing again is his seat as he looks you over with a fond smile, heart swelling for the girl of his dreams. it seemed something else was swelling too.

it’s almost like you can see the cogs turning in his head, sniffing in an attempt to seem casual as he speaks, canines glinting in the sun as he eyes you with hooded lids. “what d’ya think ‘bout pullin to the side of the road for a bit? just for a lil’ while.”

“that was weak.” you laugh, but your eyes tell a different story because he’s already flicking on the turn signal and slowing the van a little.

“so is that a yeah?” he says, the van coming to a stop on the side of the road near a clump of bushes, no passing cars, and he’s desperate to be on you.

“as long as you’re gonna be pullin’ somethin’ else to the side.” you snort, nodding with a raised eyebrow, and he’s already scrambling for the door handle with a triumphant ‘woop’. you follow in suit, pulling open the backseat sliding door of the twinkie.

he gets the door open, stumbling out of the driver’s seat and practically tripping onto the backseats. he lands on his butt with a huff. “that was a weak ass line-“ jj can barely get his words out before he’s got a lapful of his girl and soft, eager lips on his own. he kisses you back with equal, if not more, fervour.

she pulls back, a weak string of saliva connecting their kiss swollen lips as she grins, “you love it.” the heat between her legs being sensed by jj as he grabs her hips, grinding her clothed cunt against his bare thigh.

“damn right, i do baby.” he grins, immediately latching his lips onto the skin of her collarbone, sucking fondly, the smell of her filling all his senses as his ringed fingers dig into the flesh of her hips lovingly.

her head lols back, breathy little whimpers leaving her lips as he marks her, fingernails digging into his broad shoulders as she speaks, voice all soft and needy. “roadside quicky, what’dya think?”

he pulls away softly, hands sliding up her stomach and eventually resting on her tits as his eyes find her own glazed over ones. he lets out a low, shaky exhale against the skin, making goosebumps rise along her arms, a hint of a smirk on his kiss swollen lips. “i think you’re a little eager, baby.” he teases, warm hands sliding under the thin material of your bikini top to palm your tits.

“can you blame me?” she says, in attempt to sound teasing but she just sounds utterly desperate as her shameless eyes roam all over his form, that look in her eye he knew all too well as you grind against his harness softly, eyes locked on his.

“no ma’am.” jj grins, giving your hips another encouraging little squeeze as they move in slow, tantalising circles over his lap. “god, no.” he practically growls, head falling back against the leather seat, adams apple bobbing as he swallows.

the feeling your giving him is something he’d kill to keep forever, and the feeling is easily reciprocated by you. and like every other time you’re with jj, the same question is spinning around your mind: why did you hold back from heaven for so long?

#couldlnt make my comeback with anyone other than my babies😣#season 4 doesn’t exist they’re just in love!!#꒰ jj maybank ꒱ྀི #꒰ bsf!jj ꒱ྀི #jj maybank #bsf!jj #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader #jj obx #jj maybank blurb #outer banks #jj x reader #jj maybank headcanon #jj maybank obx #obx #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank fluff

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cvntydazai · 1 year ago

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underdog

when you and your boyfriend work for the port mafia, spending time together isn’t always going to be a top priority, especially when he’s an executive and you’re just an underdog.

pairing; chuuya nakahara x fem!reader

word count; 2.5k

content warning; heavy angst, fluff, cursing, lots of mentions of alcohol, bestfriend!dazai, miscommunication, unedited, slightly suggestive if you squint, chuuya is a sweetie pie who i love with my whole heart

a/n: my second post on here! i’m working on my masterlist and stuff right now but formatting that stuff can be so boring so it takes me forever.

you woke to the feeling of the cold morning breeze against your shivering body. the bed felt empty on chuuya’s side, as it always did. he usually left for work earlier than you did, claiming it was mori’s request that he be there at the crack of dawn but some days it felt like he did it by choice.

while chuuya was an executive under port mafia, you were simply an underdog, taking on miniscule tasks that don’t require the attention of any higher up. you tried to reason with your bitter feelings on the title, it was better to be out of the spotlight. so why did you want to be in it so badly?

your phone that laid on your bedside table rung, chuuya’s contact name stared back at you. with a sigh you reached for the phone and accepted your lover’s call. “hello?” you start, a moment of silence before chuuya speaks.

“hey, mori said there’s a job for you.” of course, mori wouldn’t waste time calling someone of such low importance so chuuya was tasked with it.

chuuya explained the details of the mission. it was simple, as they all were. you needed to collect missed payments from someone the port mafia worked with. you were also informed they weren’t hostile, that it was just to collect money.

“if you don’t feel comfortable going alone i can send akutagawa to go with you.” his concern was noticeable even through the phone.

“no, it’s fine. these kinds of jobs bore him anyways.” and they bore you too, but you never voice your complaints.

“okay, just.. be safe.” you agreed, ending the call immediately after.

you got ready in the time it took for the cab to arrive at your apartment. there was no small talk on the ride there, just the silent hum of lost radio signal on the stereo. this would take maybe an hour or two tops and then you would have nothing left on your schedule for the day. that’s how it typically went, no work of any importance.

“we’re here.” you thanked the driver and stepped out.

it took an hour and a half, only because the shop owner who owed money did not want to cough up the cash to pay his debts. eventually you had to threaten him, and he finally agreed to pay what he owed.

with the money in hand you headed for the port mafia in the same car you came here with. the same silence, same boredom. when you arrived there was no one to greet you so you decided to take the money up to mori yourself.

you passed akutagawa on the way there, he stopped you. “are you going to see mori?” you nodded, motioning to the suitcase that held the heaping amount of money. “just let me take it, i’ll let him know you went home after finishing the job.” he said, snatching the suitcase from you quicker than you could comprehend.

of course, you could never see the boss yourself. the higher ups had to always be the ones, why couldn’t it ever just be you delivering your work to your boss? it wasn’t fair, but you didn’t dare speak out.

“thanks, akutagawa.” he nodded, turning back to mori’s office.

when you reached the entrance again there was the same driver, you sat in the same seat.

“going home?” you thought about it for a second.

“no, take me to the nearest bar.” he complied without saying another word.

the nearest bar happened to be one you frequented, when you entered you were greeted by the bartender who was currently cleaning off glasses from previous customers. you took your usual spot at the center of the bar, ordering what you usually do. you drank in silence, playing with the hem of your coat while you thought to yourself.

the coat was chuuya’s gift to you after he noticed how much you loved wearing it. even after he handed it over to you, sometimes you would still put it on his side of the coat rack so it smelled like him when you wore it. he used to tease you about it, saying you could just start wearing his cologne too if you liked the way he smelled so much.

the coat that once kept you warm felt colder now. maybe it was because it had aged significantly since it was gifted to you and was now littered in holes, or maybe it was because you hadn’t properly seen chuuya in weeks and the coat doesn’t smell of him anymore.

he was always busy, always having missions to go on while you rotted away at home like the useless underdog you were. could being a higher up and risking your life be worth it, if it meant you could see him more?

“hey, stranger.” you knew that voice anywhere.

“hi, dazai.” you didn’t look up to meet his eyes, only feeling his presence sitting beside you.

even with dazai being in the agency now, he was still your closest friend. you still frequently saw him, usually to drink but sometimes to just talk. chuuya didn’t like it whatsoever but never made an effort to stop you. he would remind you that port mafia doesn’t meddle with the agency if it doesn’t have to, and you would reply with the same “i know” as you left.

he ordered a drink on his never ending tab and hummed a tune to himself. he was awfully quiet, so unlike him.

“you know i’m gonna ask you what’s wrong, right?” he broke the silence, and for the first time since he arrived you looked him in the eye. he saw the tears welling in your eyes and it hurt him to see you like that.

“is it chuuya? are you two fighting?” the only reason he could think of.

you let out a huff, taking the last swig of your drink.

“wish we were, at least we’d be talking to eachother.” you wiped your mouth, motioning to the bartender that you wanted another.

you could see the gears in dazai’s brain working in real time, deciphering your words like a case. you knew he would figure it out eventually, but all you needed right now was comfort so you gave into his curiosity.

“i want to ask for a job promotion, i’m so tired of being seen as a weakling in the port mafia.” you admitted, pulling your newly filled drink closer to you.

dazai didn’t seem the slightest bit surprised, his eyes held sympathy for you, you hated it. he cleared his throat, as if he was about to tell you the world was ending right then and there.

it felt like it was, you were losing your one and only love to a merciless job and no one in the port mafia took you seriously no matter how hard you tried to prove to them you could get work done.

“correct me if i’m wrong but.. is this really about wanting to move up in the mafia? or is it about wanting to see chuuya more?” he solved the case, just like that.

you didn’t bite back your tears any longer, letting them fall into your crossed arms as you sniffled. you were just about to take another gulp of your drink but dazai stopped you, giving you a knowing look, you didn’t handle your booze well and he knew it.

the alcohol wouldn’t solve your problems but maybe it would dull the pain in your heart. ignoring dazai’s pleading look, you drank again. nothing mattered right now, not even the hangover you’d feel in the morning.

dazai knew he couldn’t stop you, but at least he could watch you to make sure you were safe.

a couple of hours later and a few drinks down you were feeling the effects in full, your tears morphed into giggles and you felt on cloud nine. dazai had a few drinks in him as well, but not nearly as many as you. continuing to ignore his looks of concern you tried your hand at the dart board mounted on the wall ahead of you.

you were just about to take your shot when dazai’s ringing phone startled you.

“hey! i would’ve gotten it that time!” you shouted, slurring your words.

dazai rolled his eyes and accepted said call, already knowing who was on the other end without having to check the caller id.

“where is she?” chuuya’s harsh voice rang through the phone.

“the bar next to the port mafia building.” he replied calmly, ignoring the slew of curses from chuuya.

“i’ll be there in a second, make sure she doesn’t have anymore to drink.”

when chuuya arrived at the bar he walked onto the scene of you fighting dazai for a bottle of wine and the bartender watching with an unreadable expression. you wouldn’t have even noticed he was there if dazai didn’t greet him.

“what are you doing here?” you frowned, snatching the bottle of wine at last now that dazai was distracted.

“taking you home, put down the bottle.” he could tell you were shitfaced just by looking at you.

“i’ll go with you, but i’m taking the wine.” you reasoned, knowing chuuya wouldn’t be leaving this bar without you.

he agreed, sighing whilst digging in his pockets for his wallet. he slammed a wad of cash onto the counter, apologizing to the poor bartender who had to deal with two idiots the entire evening.

“i’m sorry about that, this should be enough to cover both of their tabs and the bottle of wine.” the bartender offered a smile of gratitude and wished chuuya a good night.

dazai followed the two of you out of the bar, hands stuffed deep in his pant pockets.

“do you.. need a ride?” chuuya asked, already regretting the simple act of kindness. you stood at his side, eyes trained at your feet with your bottle of wine tucked tightly under your shoulder.

“nah, i’ve got someone coming. i’ll see you around.” he took his leave, and chuuya quickly ushered you in his car.

the car ride home was silent, the only thing to be heard was your fiddling fingers. you wanted to say something, anything to break the tension but your brain felt like a melting pot of emotions. you were mad, yet you also yearned for him.

“i-“ you began, he stopped you.

“not right now, we can talk when i’m not driving.” if that wasn’t a dead giveaway that he was angry you didn’t know what was.

it was quiet the entire way back to your shared apartment. the anxiety bubbling inside you helped you sober up, you were still long gone. despite his obvious frustration, he still opened the car door for you and guided you up the steps into your home.

the second the door shut his mouth was moving.

“why didn’t you tell me you were going to be gone? do you have any idea how worried i was?” his voice raised and fired up, it sparked your own rage.

“well, i’m sorry i want to do something other than be your housewife.” a confused grunt left chuuya’s lips, never had he thought of you as his housewife.

his confusion only made you more upset, he truly had no idea how you felt.

“i’m sick of being here, never having anything to do.” you complained, walking into the kitchen to grab a glass for your wine.

chuuya followed you, a stern expression on his face as he quietly listened. he could see you were hurt in a way he desperately wanted to understand, but hearing you say you were sick of being home was like a bullet to the chest. this place was supposed to be a safe place for the both of you, had he done anything to give you the impression of otherwise?

“and no one in the mafia thinks i’m useful, not even you.” you mumbled, fumbling with cork screw that sealed the wine shut.

chuuya suddenly grabbed the bottle from your hand, now looking you dead in the eye. the grip on the bottle made the veins in his hand bulge, you weren’t sure how the glass hadn’t shattered from the force.

“who said that?” he asked, an unnerving calmness in his voice that worried you.

“said what?” you gulped, no longer worried about your wine.

“said you were useless.” silence on your part.

“no.. no one’s said it but i can feel their judgement. hell, even akutagawa thinks i’m useless.”

“akutagawa thinks everyone is useless.” he argues.

“not you, he respects you.” chuuya releases his hold on the wine, instead occupying his hands around your waist.

his touch is gentle, almost cooling against your flushed skin. he leans his head into your neck, breathing in your scent which you’re sure smells of a mixture of all the alcohol you’ve consumed. “and.. it’s not just that i want to be recognized more in the port mafia. i also want to see you more.”

your confession makes him smile, you can feel his lips curving upwards on your neck.

“is that was this is about? you miss me?” you’re half tempted to push him off of you now, his ego undoubtedly stroked. “why didn’t you just say that, sweetheart.”

“it’s hard sometimes, you’re always busy and i barely see you.” he hums in agreement, pressing light kisses your shoulders.

it was hard to stay mad at him for too long when this was his way of apologizing, drowning you in physical affection that melts not only your heart but your body.

“well, if you really don’t like where you stand in the port mafia right now, I'll talk to mori. no one thinks you’re useless, hell i thought you liked staying out of the dirty business.” the mafia itself was all dirty business, but you understood what the meaning was in this context. “and i’ll try my hardest to be home more, i never mean to be gone so long darlin’, work is just hectic sometimes.”

you turned to look at him, his beautiful eyes looking at you with all the softness in the world. “i know, i’m so sorry i made a big deal out of all of this. i just felt so lost.”

he understood, “don’t be sorry, you were hurting and i should have seen it. i’m sorry, i love you more than anything.”

“it’s okay, but i think that booze is catching up to me, i need to sit down now.” with a soft laugh he guided you to your shared couch.

the rest of the night he spent pampering you, making you two dinner and putting on a movie for you to watch in the living room. you laid there in peace, your head resting against his chest while his heartbeat lulled you to sleep.

for the first time in weeks, when you fell asleep beside him you woke to him in the morning.

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