Where they are both on vacation and just go swimming on the beach but she doesnât like swimming because she fears deep water,so he helps her
and he propose her later ,at dinner
I know itâs kinda kitschy
xoxo
bottled upâ jamal musiala [ J.M ]
I will always love you [godspedâ frank ocean]
pairing: jamal musiala x fem!reader
summary: a much needed trip to the maldives ends in a wave of emotions and unforgettable memories.
genre(s): fluff and a whole lot of emotions, suggestive content but it's chill
[wc: 2.3k] masterlist
notes: screaming. crying. throwing up. me when????
your jaw dropped at the breathtaking sight of the resort in front of you. jamal had surprised you with a trip to the maldives, saying that it had been so long since you too have been alone together without any interruptions.
and you were so glad that the thought dawned on him because the way that the sun soaked island looked from your hotel room was gorgeous. the azure waters, flourishing greenery, and the vibrant hibiscus flowers set a perfect backdrop for your much needed holiday.
jamal had been looking forward to this trip for weeks, eager to spend quality time with you without any pressure. he shut the door to your suite behind him, a smile on his lips as you gawked at the view from the window.
"this view is making me emotional," you joked and took a few pictures of the sunset scenery.
jamal hugged you from behind, letting his chin rest on top of your head to admire the view and appreciate the feeling of you safe in his arms. "yeah?" he laughed at your eager nod in response to his answer and gently peppered the crook of your neck with kisses.
you felt the featherlight touch of his lips start to roam, causing you to giggle. you shivered at his touch, absentmindedly tilting your head to give him more access. this probably wasn't the best thing to do at a moment like this, especially when you still had unpacking to do.
jamal's kisses grew more insistent, his hands roaming over your body and you turned around to face him, needing more. your lips met instinctively, your fingers tangled in his hair which caused him to let out a satisfied moan.
taking this as a sign, he took a few steps back that had the two of you stumbling back toward the bed, your laughter mingling with the sound of the crashing waves outside. the energy between the two of you was playful, nothing short of a giggling mess. but you loved it.
"I know I said that I was tired when we landed." his kisses moved from your lips to your jaw, down your neck, and across your collarbone. "but I think I'll be good for another hour."
disregarding your laughing state, he gently pushed you back onto the mattress, the playful twinkle in his eyes never leaving as he looked down at your smiling figure.
you covered your face with your hands in attempt to hide the blush forming on your cheeks. "an hour?" the shock in your voice made him smirk, and he pulled your hands from your face.
"baby, if you want two then I'll be more than happy to--"
"--jamal!"
the following morning, you woke up feeling more relaxed than ever. the atmosphere was enough to lull you to sleep for at least a week, but there was still much exploring to do.
jamal made sure to have you up and ready for breakfast in record time so you could be out for some sightseeing. his excitement for this trip was jarring and it warmed your heart knowing that he finally got a chance to rest after the season he's had back home.
it was filled with ups and downs and you recalled the evenings where he would come home from practice and lay himself down on your chest. no words were exchanged in moments like those, instead you'd gently trial your hand on his back.
in minutes you'd have him fast asleep with his head resting in the crook of your neck, his light snores of exhaustion tugging at your heart as a reminder of how hard he worked. all this at the ripe age of 21, so you knew that your role wasn't just to be his girlfriend, it was to be his support and home.
which was what you were doing now in your hotel room after taking a tour of the resort and eating lunch. jamal's grip tightened on your waist as he cuddled further into your side, basking in your warmth.
"I'd kill to have vacations where we could just lay like this," he muttered through a smile, a warmth spreading through his chest at the low hum vibrating from your chest. and he was just about to fall back to sleep when a wave of realisation washed over him.
he lifted his head to look down at you, flashing his trademark smile. "are you ready to hit the beach?"
you smiled back at him, though with a hint of apprehension. "sure, but you know how I feel about the ocean right?"
the ocean, or rather the depth of it was one of your greatest fears. you were one to appreciate the way it looked, and the beauty of the waves crashing and how it looked on the horizon but when it came to swimming in it, your chest tightened.
jamal understood this better than anyone and ruffled your hair teasingly. "don't worry, I'll be holding your hand the entire time. and we'll just dip our toes in, okay?"
screw jamal and his power over you, because not even 10 minutes later, you were on your way with a bag full of snacks, sunscreen, and a ridiculously sized inflatable flamingo that he insisted on bringing. when you arrived, the beach was everything you'd hoped forâ clear waters, soft sand, and surprisingly empty.
your boyfriend wasted no time and set your things beside your lounge chairs, making sure that you were comfortable. before he got too excited you wave him over and took out the sunscreen.
"j, take your shirt off. you can't get it wet," you said and applied some sunscreen to your arms and legs. you were wearing a cute cream linen two-pieceâ shorts and a button-up shirt with your swimsuit underneath,
janal sat on the lounge chair with you standing between his legs, with a pout on his lips, clearly not wanting to put the sunscreen on. "you just wanted a reason to touch me, I know how you think."
you rolled your eyes as you smoothed the sunscreen onto his shoulders, just the sight of his toned upper body had your heart pounding but you couldn't give in.
he must've been tipped off by your lack of reply though and took it as an invitation to tease you further. there was silence as you applied the last of your sunscreen but your breath hitched at the feeling of jamal fidgeting with the hem of your shorts.
not having any of, you gently slapped his hand away. "we're done here, thanks."
to your surprise, he gladly took his leave and made sure to drag the flamingo to the water. after 10 minutes of relaxation and peaceful sunbathing, he called out to you, saying that it was time to get in.
you happily declined however, and said that your presence and the fact that you took of your shirt and shorts was enough as is. there was no need for you to get in the water instead, you stood on the water's edge and watched as he played around.
"but the flamingo is lonely without you," he whined with a pout, bringing the flamingo floaty closer.
you shook your head and kicked the water beneath your feet, which sent an unwanted chill up your spine. "no thanks. I'm fine over here."
jamal was a baby at times like this, where he would whine and beg because no matter what, he knew that you'd give in eventually. he came up to stand a few steps in front of you, the floaty still at his side.
"come on baby." he extended his hand out for you to grab. "for the flamingo?"
what was up with him and this famn flamingo?
with a deep sigh, and a roll of your eyes, you relented, watching as his eyes lit up. "fine, but if I drown, it's on you."
"deal," he said and took your hand in his, slowly taking a few steps further into the water. "I'll even throw in a free cpr lesson."
a scoff left your lips and the two of you continued to wade into the water which was now resting just above your knees. the comforting grip of jamal's hand on yours made the situation ten times better and you found yourself enjoying the feeling of the water on your skin.
"see. this isn't so bad," he said and lightly splashed you with some water and you splashed him back.
it took a bit but you were more or less fully covered by the water that was now resting at your chest. you floated around on the flamingo calmly while jamal stayed at your side in the water. it was more relaxing than you thought it would be, and you quite enjoyed the feeling.
as the afternoon went on, the two of you enjoyed the water, had fun with the flamingo and took a bunch of pictures with it, and laughed until your sides hurt. by the time the sun began to set, you were both comfortably bobbing in the water, watching the sky turn into a masterpiece of warm hues.
a few days later, you and jamal found yourselves back at the beach, this time with a picnic basket and a sense of excitement. the flamingo floaty was noticeably absent, but there was a twinkle in jamal's eyes that you couldn't quite place.
after a lazy afternoon of sunbathing and snaking, jamal suggested that you should take a walk along the shore. you were a but suspicious at first since it was starting to get late, but agreed seeing as that you wanted to spend more time with your boyfriend in this setting.
as you strolled, hand in hand, jamal kept glancing around, seemingly searching for something. you took notice of this and couldn't help but wonder. "jamal what are you looking for?" you lightly nudged his arm and he turned to look down at you with his lips pursed.
"I have a feeling that the flamingo is following us," he deadpanned, causing you to laugh. his blank expression didn't last long though, and his focus was fully on how beautiful you looked.
the way that the setting sun reflected your complexion was awing and he couldn't help but stare, his heart pounding in his chest. you were breathtaking and it took jamal a while to realise that you were talking to him.
you waved a hand in front of his face. "hello? are you okay?"
he cleared his throat and smiled. "yeah, you're distracting me that's all."
a scoff of disbelief fell from your lips at his comment but you continued to face forward, your interlocked hands swinging at your sides. the stroll continued for a bit but finally he gasped and directed your attention to something.
"it's looks like there's something in it." you squinted, spotting the bottle bobbing in the gentle waves.
jamal who couldn't contain his curiosity ran to the waters edge and picked up the bottle, inspecting it before attempting to remove the cork. he was struggling by the looks of it, and waved you over to help him.
you rolled your eyes but joined in, both of you tugging at the bottle until jamal finally popped it open, almost falling over in the process. he laughed sheepishly as he handed it over to you with a sigh.
"open it, I'm too tired I need to catch my breath," he said dramatically and took a few steps to dramatically fan himself off. you watched your boyfriend with a disapproving look as he walked off but gave in.
you uncorked the bottle and pulled out a piece of paper, laughing at how this was probably something like a few kids did a while ago. nonetheless, you unrolled it was a smile until your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
the paper read, "will you marry me?" but what confused you was that it was obviously in jamal's handwriting. "j, wha--" your sentence abruptly came to a halt when you turned around to look at your boyfriend who was dropped to one knee, holding up the most gorgeous ring you've ever seen.
a knot of emotions formed in your stomach and you were honestly about to throw up. words were lodged in your throat, your gaze softening as you looked at jamal who was nervously smiling. "I love you. I am, who I am because of youâ you are every season, every hope and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens in the future, everyday that we're together is the greatest day of my life."
the tears were falling down your cheeks in record time, but you tried to wipe them back as jamal carried on speaking and all you could think of in that moment was how much you loved and appreciated every single thing about him.
a small chuckle left his lips as he watched you blink away your tears. "I have so many things to say right now but you're making me nervous-- seriously you look so gorgeous right now." the trail off was unintentional and after a beat of listening to you laugh, his heart swelled.
"just like the grains of sand that make up this beach, you make up every part of me. so before I start cryingâ will you marry me?"
your heart raced, a of laughter filling the air as you didn't waste a second to nod your head with an excited "yes, of course I'll marry you!"
jamal slipped the ring on your finger, picking you up and spinning you around as you both laughed. he set you down and kissed you deeply, the waves lapping at your feet as you sunk into the sand and the feeling of utter bliss.
it was when you pulled away that you heard a few more familiar screams echo through the air causing you to look behind you. at a nearby rock, sophia, aaliyah, kai and florian appeared. they were carryingâ of courseâ the flamingo floaty, now decorated with flowers and a banner that read, "she said yes!"
you burst out laughing and looked at jamal who pulled you closer to his chest, kissing the top of your head. "I told you the flamingo was following us."
Have you ever taken anyoneâs virginity before? Nope. Are you about to? Yep.
or the one where jake has a streak of bad luck in bed and his friends make fun of him for it, you find him advertising himself on a dating app and decide to help him out.Â
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WORDCOUNTâ 12.7k
PAIRINGâ jake sim x afab readerÂ
CONTENTâ virgin guy who lives with his parents!jake, heâs not shy but he is very clumsy, a lot of texting so be prepared for that, facetime-sex, real life sex
SIDE CHARACTERSâ jay as readerâs best friend and roommate, heeseung briefly as jakeâs friend.
NOTEâ if you've read this before it's because im the person who wrote it [ncteez] and im revamping it for jake, pls don't send me messages on either account about stealing a work that's already mine!
smut tags under cut::Â
smut tagsâbig huge dick jake, phone sex (ish), face time sex, masturbation, pet name: baby, making out, he eats you out twice, fingering, whining and whimpering, deep throating, premature ejaculation, desperate man wants his dick wet lmao, grinding, tit fondling/licking, clit stimulation, he bites the fuck out of his tongue to try and distract himself from coming too soon again, no condom aka cream pie, jake gets feelings like immediately when u touch him
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âCheck this shit out,â you laugh, presenting your phone to Jay with a chuckle. âyes or no?â
Jay snorts, nearly spitting out the bite of food in his mouth as he reads the bio of the man youâre showing to him.
âDepends, you trying to take his innocence or are you trying to get railed so hard that the entire building can hear?â He narrows his eyes at you, making a point to call you out for keeping him awake last weekend.Â
You wave him off with an apologetic look. To be fair, the dude from before knew how to make a girl moan, itâs not your fault that you managed to find a decent lay in this city. Even if he ghosted you, you assume you may have been a bad lay for him, if anything.Â
âI wouldnât mind trying something new, dude seems desperate.â You swipe through his photos, seeing that he appears to be just a normal dude with normal interests. âHeâs cute too, so Iâm gonna say yes.â
Jay groans this time, slapping a hand to his forehead and glaring at you.Â
âYouâd better warn me if you end up bringing him home, Iâm not about to listen to some guy start crying over a blowjob.â
You nod to him, sending a message to the eighty-two-year-old Jake and feeling delighted at his near-instant response to you.Â
âYeah, yeah. Iâll make sure youâre out of the apartment if I invite him over,â You wiggle your brows as you stand to your feet and turn toward your room, eyes now glued to the open dating appâs messages. âMaybe you should go out and find a nice girl to rail to get back at me.â
âYouâre so fucking weird.â Jay laughs but feels kind of shitty because itâs not like he hasnât been trying to get back at you for the loud sex. Guess he just doesnât have the magic dick to make girls moan the same way you do.
Not that he wants to make you moan or anything, he definitely doesnât. If anything, he wishes you were more like the girls he brings home.
Fucking quiet.
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You: iâve never seen a virgin grandpa on this app beforeÂ
Jake: âŠ.iâm 21, it says that in my bio
You: I think youâre lying.Â
Jake: do u know how to change it, my bitch friends won't tell me lol
You: why would i help you lie to other women
Jake: iâm not lying!!1
You laugh to yourself as you text the new sex interest in your life, wondering if heâs lying about his presumed virginity.Â
You: ok, twenty-one-year-old âjaeyunâ who is five miles away from me, youâre actually a virgin? Like for real?
Jake: yeaâŠ.are u here to make fun of me for it too? all the girls here just turn me down even if i offer to cook for them after
Jake: maybe it's the playlists idk
You: send me the playlist
Jake: [spotify link to a playlist titled âNUTâ]Â
You try not to snort, but you do. Given, he does have decent taste, but why anyone would have dynamite by bts and never say never by justin bieber on their sex playlist is beyond you.Â
You: surely itâs not your playlistâŠâŠ.
You: anyway
You: youâre really just looking to get laid for the first time, like, ever? and youâre offering to cook dinner too?
Jake: yea
You: youâve never had a blowjob or anything like that? you canât seriously think I can believe youâve never been laid, itâs not like youâre ugly or anything
Jake: u donât think im ugly? :)Â
Jake: and yea Iâve had a blowjob before
You: why didnât you sleep with her then?
Jake: can we stop talking about why im a virgin
You: sure but you know im gonna bring it up again, right?
Youâre smiling at your phone, finding him charming and awkward in how he communicates with you via messenger. Of course, youâre curious as to why heâs a virgin, even more, curious as to why heâs on a dating app looking to lose said virginity.Â
You: do you want my number? itâs embarrassing to have the app open in public if i wanna talk to you.
Jake, on the other hand, is quite literally kicking his feet and checking your profile every few minutes just to look at you. He didnât even think too hard about you calling him attractive then not following up on it, because the fact that you just offered your number to him in case you want to talk to him? Butterflies. Given, itâs juvenile for someone of his age to still be experiencing the typical high-school crush feelings, would anyone blame him? Itâs just how he is, with or without having had sex. He canât imagine not feeling giddy inside when heâs talking to someone that he thinks is pretty.Â
Jake: yea :) u can text me whenever [redacted phone number]Â
You respond to him by texting his number rather than using the app messenger, screenshotting his contact info, and sending it to him with a sly smile.Â
You: [screen shot// contact name: grandpa jake]Â
Grandpa Jake: :|Â
Grandpa Jake: im 21
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Okay so, hereâs the thing. Jake is undeniably funny, witty, and kind. Another thing, heâs wildly attractive. Especially upon fulfilling your request for a workout selfie from him. So, what gives? You read the texts heâs sent that made you laugh out loud, you look at his pictures, stare at the workout selfie, and you genuinely cannot understand how he doesnât have women waiting in line to have at him.Â
You: itâs been like four days since we started talking
Grandpa Jake: yep, almost five
You: four days of being friends but no mention of your bio on the app, yknow, where youâre begging to have sex for the first time ever?
Grandpa Jake: right, yea. you wanna do it? i didnât wanna assume lol
You: not answering that til you explain why. i mean, itâs totally ok that you are but like, youâre a green flag all around so im a little worried you might have like a micropenis or something
Disclaimer, if he had a micropenis, youâd still let him use it on you. After all, hooking up is something you enjoy doing regardless of size.
Grandpa Jake: i do NOT have a micropenis
You: prove it
Grandpa Jake: right now???
You laugh to yourself but also like, itâs the first time the two of you have done anything more than bully each other. Or rather, you bully him and he defends himself constantly.Â
You: answer my question first
It takes a few minutes for him to respond, but youâre doing coursework anyway so itâs not a huge deal. Totally not like your ears perk up and a smile creeps across your face every time your phone goes off or anything. Definitely not.Â
Grandpa Jake: um⊠i still live with my parents and before u make fun of me for that pls understand that its not like i wanna be hereÂ
Grandpa Jake: i have a job and everything!!! im not a mooch!
Heâs getting off track again. You could honestly care less if he still lives with his parents. You wish you still lived with yours, to save money at least.Â
You: they wonât let you have anyone over?Â
Grandpa Jake: well, that too butÂ
Grandpa Jake: listen this sounds real stupid but it just never happened? even when i tried or things almost happened, it never did
You: damn, youâre unlucky. so what happened with the girl who gave you a blowjob?
Grandpa Jake: her boyfriend walked in
You: WHAT
Youâre trying to pity him, honestly, but damn. Did he go for a taken girl? Yikes. You hate to admit the ick that just flooded your mind.Â
Grandpa Jake: its not like i knew she had a boyfriend
You: phewÂ
Grandpa Jake: so yea. do u wanna help me out or not?Â
The whole reason you started talking to him was specifically to help him out. Now that you know heâs not some weirdo, and is definitely super hot and funny, hell yes.Â
You: yeah, sure.Â
You: about the micropenis though,Â
Grandpa Jake: rightâŠum
A few minutes of silence, your coursework is long forgotten in the anticipation of receiving your first dick pic from Jake. You wait, and you wait, and you wait.
You: i mean if you canât prove it that's okÂ
Grandpa Jake:Â just give me a sec damn
Heâs doing his best to get the most attractive angle. Itâs not like heâs never sent nudes to anyone or anything, but likeâ this is you. The first person to actually agree to take his virginity. Should he hold it? Put a remote next to it for size? Should he have his face in the pic? Take a mirror pic?Â
Of course, as heâs taking several pictures of his length to try and impress you, he had to get hard first. He canât imagine youâd want a flaccid cock pic in your inbox, and that would also mean that heâs working himself up with the amount of touching, holding, and groping throughout the past sixteen photos heâs taken and deleted. Itâs at the point that now itâs actually hard to care about taking a photo, pre-cum already dripping out of him as he continues to try.
Heâs entered the realm of his regular horny self, only this time heâs texting you. Someone who wants to see what heâs packing. Taking a dick pic is insanely easy once he stops thinking with his brain, and heâs quick to send you a photo of himself this time. His chin at the top of the picture, face entirely hidden, hand wrapped around his thick and leaking cock, sweatpants shoved down.Â
Grandpa Jake: [image attachment]Â
In all fairness, youâve never actually cared much for dick pics. Men always look too confident even with the smallest of girth being offered through the pixels. Jake though. He looks a bit desperate even with his face hidden. His cock looks desperate, his fingers wrapped around it look desperate, the way his sweatpants hug against his thighs look desperate. And now, you feel desperate. You keep your cool though.
You: oh, you were jerking off, got it.Â
Grandpa Jake: sorry canât help itÂ
Then he doesnât text you back. Which is kind of a drag because he looks to be quite big in the photo alone. Maybe youâd be okay just this once to look like the desperate one. Mostly because youâre about ten seconds from trying to figure out which direction five miles away he resides so you can go palm his cock for him. Plus, the idea of an absolute simp virgin like him seeing you act a little desperate would probably be one for the books.Â
You: you know i can help you out with that, right? especially since you definitely donât have a micropenis
Youâre still being ignored. The silence from your phone makes your belly flip around inside of you at the image of him doing it too. He probably does it a lot. Heâs probably desperate to feel good and watches porn like 24/7. You can imagine how heâd act if you were in front of him right now, the very idea of taking his virginity becoming entirely too attractive.
Shrugging, knowing full well what heâs doing right now thatâs causing him to ignore you, you press the call button and wait. Youâre a little bit nervous, mostly because youâve never actually heard his voice before, or better yet how he sounds when heâs getting off. Youâre shocked that he actually answers.Â
âHello?â He says, muffled through the phone and trying to sound not-so-out-of-breath. Itâs not like he looked at who was calling him anyway. With his luck, itâs probably Heeseung or some shit.
âDonât hello me,â You gripe, narrowing your eyes at yourself in your mirror. âYouâre just gonna jerk off without me after I agreed to help you fix your little problem?âÂ
The silence on his end is a bit nerve-wracking until you hear the frantic sound of his palm clearly wreaking havoc on him. You smirk, leaning back on your chair and sighing. On his end, processing that itâs you on the other line sends his entire body into a state of burning with arousal. Your voice is sweet even when you speak with the same sarcasm as you do via text.Â
God, this alone is enough for him right now.Â
âWere you at least thinking of me?â
He hums into the phone, indicating that yes, thatâs exactly what heâs doing. His voice is kind of soft despite only hearing one word and a hum, you want to actually hear him talk to you, or moan, whichever he decides.Â
âWere you looking at my pictures?â
He nods his head, forgetting that youâre not able to see him and instantly responds with a small and breathy yes instead. Itâs a bit difficult for him to talk right now, especially now that he can put a voice to the photos heâs been jerking off to. Itâs a bit overwhelming, actually.
âDo you want better ones?â You ask, encouraging him to speak a bit more.Â
âOh god, really?â He asks through the speaker, his hand pausing on his length as if to hold off until you confirm. âLike, nudes?â
âMhm, yeah. If you want.â You smile as you speak to him, already standing to shimmy your pajamas off of you and stand in front of the mirror. âOr, you know what would be better?â
âLetting me come over and actually do it?â Thatâs what he wants to say to you, but he doesnât, he simply raises a brow and bites his lip, trying to contain his excitement.
âWhat?â He asks, still keeping his responses short because despite how into this he is, heâs a bit shy about it.Â
âI can facetime you.âÂ
He panics. That means youâll be watching him too, right? Sure heâs sent nudes, heâs received nudes. Heâs sent videos too, and received them. But never has he like, you know, live masturbated on facetime so someone else can watch.Â
âIf you donât want to, thatâs okay.â You backtrack at his silence, but youâre cut off almost immediately.Â
âNo! no, we can facetimeââ
Your stomach flips again as you fix yourself quickly in the mirror before setting your phone against your desk and rolling back a bit in your chair to determine if itâll work this way or not. Itâs not like heâs expecting you to do it too, he probably just thinks youâre gonna sit here naked for him to stare at. Youâre kind of excited to see him in action, to hear him in action for you.
You hit the button to switch the call over to facetime and once again adjust your phone as you stare at yourself in the camera. Then youâre needing to catch your breath at the image of him.
Oh fuck.
There he is, his camera angled towards his face and not at all toward what's going on below his waist, but you donât mind at first. Looking at him, the lighting clearly shows that heâs a fan of mood lighting. You watch his eyes briefly, staring through the screen at you before moving your eyes to his arm, the one that clearly isnât holding his phone because you can see it moving as he continues to jerk himself off. Itâs an interesting feeling to have only seen him in photos until this moment, and itâs insanely attractive for some reason. Seeing him in motion, knowing what heâs doing, knowing that he feels good right now because of you.
âLet me see,â you say quietly, adjusting your bra strap and preparing to slip it off of you if he so much as asks. âProp your phone up somewhere like I did.â
He nods, his eyes still staring straight through his screen at you as he moves around and the image becomes a blur of movement rather than his face. He settles in quickly, somehow looking even more attractive with the way his eyes no longer stare at the screen. You can almost sense a hint of shyness from him at this moment and it kind of floors you, given how easy he is to talk to and how easily he sent a dick pic to you.
âFeeling shy?â You ask, spreading your legs wide and cupping the seat of your panties, hiding the small spot of wetness forming there. âYou act like Iâm not going to be touching you at some point soon.â
You see him perk up, his eyes looking to you on the screen with more fondness than arousal. At the same time, his hand grips the base of his cock as he holds it straight up, erect and glistening proudly for you to look at.Â
âYou look pretty big, bet you could fill me up so nicely,â You try to compliment, boosting his confidence and ego as best you can simply because he looks pretty with a smile on his face. Especially when his cock twitches at the words. âWould you want to do that for me, Jake?â
âOh god,â He groans, hearing his name come from your mouth for the first time. His hand jerks up his length once, almost aggressively as he winces at it. âThis is going to be so embarrassing.â He admits now, sliding his palm up and down shamelessly as he watches between your spread legs.Â
In a way, he wonders if you can see how desperate he is. Thereâs no way you canât, right? Like, you can see how badly he wants you, right?
âEmbarrassing, why?â You chuckle, tapping now at the spot between your legs. âCan you not see that Iâm just as turned on right now?â
He groans again with deep breaths, releasing his length and using that same hand to swipe his hair out of his face, then immediately grimacing at the fact that he now has pre-cum in his hair. Embarrassing, all of it.Â
âWell,â He tries to avoid you bringing up the fact that he just did that and only shoots his hand back to his cock in order to distract whatever off-hand shit youâre about to say. âYou donât even have your panties off yet, and I could probably get off right now.â
You laugh, not wanting to ruin the mood with the whole cum on his own face thing, so you save that for later. Instead, you instantly slip your panties off and present yourself to him much like heâs doing for you.Â
âBetter?â
Jake watched with his breath stuck in his throat, now finding it harder to breathe at the image of your pussy and the way he hopes he can touch it one day.Â
âCan youââ He pauses, not being used to dirty talk towards anything other than the porn playing on his phone. He thinks hard, and you can see it based on the way he, once again, neglects his cock with an unmoving palm.
âCan I do what? Go on,â You urge him, running a hand up to your chest and fondling your nipples right there in front of him, but not yet moving the fabric. âWhat do you want me to do for you, baby?â
Baby. You called him baby. Not that heâs into that but the fact that you did it makes him wonder if he is now. Maybe itâs because he wants you to take him for all heâs worth at this point. One, to get rid of the virginity looming over his head, and two, because you sound so fucking smooth when youâre watching him get off.Â
âCan you spread your pussy for me?â He whispers at first, uncaring of how dirty it sounds falling out of his throat with a moan.Â
His eyes are boring a hole through his screen as he watches one of your hands tease at your hidden nipples, and the other hand sliding up and down the wet folds there. So badly does he want to see it. He wants to see your hole pulsing for him, leaking, needy. Just like him.
His cock twitches wildly the second you do it for him. Two fingers spreading your pussy open and tensing your hips just to move it closer to the screen for him.Â
âIs this what you want?â You start, making damn sure he can see every part of your glistening cunt. âYou want to fuck this?â You chuckle now, slowly dipping a finger into yourself and pulling it back out to present the wetness for him.
âOh,â he sighs, now fucking into his fist at a pace that proves heâs most definitely never fucked a woman before. âFuck.â
You nod at him, urging him to keep admitting his attraction to you. Youâre aware he doesnât see it though, as his hips continue to move quicker and quicker each time you press your finger into yourself.Â
âYou gonna act like this when Iâm riding you?â You ask with a tilted head, studying how hard heâs fucking against his hand. You can imagine how good it would feel if it were you, and quite frankly, this one finger isnât enough at this point.Â
âGod. Youâre gonna ride me?â He moans, eyes rolling only slightly as he imagines it, mouth falling open at the mere thought of it.Â
âMhm,â you hum, now sliding in another finger and scissoring yourself open with them. âWould you want that?â
Before you can even work yourself up, and before he can even answer that question, you see him release. His cum shooting out in spurts across his stomach and nearly up to his chest. His labored breathing shifts the lighting against his abs and makes him look so entirely delicious. Youâve never wanted to lick a man clean so badly in your life.
Youâre not even upset that he didnât make it into the knitty gritty, considering heâs a virgin and all and youâre literally fucking yourself in front of him while implying riding him. Youâre actually flattered.Â
His release caused him to see white for several moments, forgetting heâs even on camera for you. When he comes back to reality, watching you continue to finger yourself as your eyes scan your screen, all he can do is feel bashful.Â
âS-shit, sorry,â He comments with a half laugh, looking down at his cum covered chest before looking at you again. Honestly, he could probably go again if you let him watch for a bit longer, but heâs embarrassed now. âI uh, didnât mean to come that fast. It just kind of happened.â
âItâs okay,â You comfort him, slightly out of breath as you wonder if this is all youâre gonna get tonight. âIt was cute.â
After a few moments, you sense his embarrassment and slowly slip yourself back into a sobering headspace, closing your legs and trying to ignore how wet you still are.
âAre you, um, done?â Jake says, disappointed.
âMm, no.â You smile. âBut itâs okay, Iâd rather make you come first anyway.â
His face lights up despite the disappointment in his gut of not being able to see you get off.Â
âYou still wanna see me after this?â
You nod with a smile, endeared by his need to give, but inability to do it.
âWhen are you free?â You ask, wondering if heâs ever going to clean himself up.Â
âWhenever you are.â He laughs, scratching the back of his head with, once again, the same cum-stained hand.Â
âIâll text you later then,â You smile through the screen and give a small wave before your genuine smile turns into a smirk. âAfter I take care of my little problem though.â
You notice him sitting up in protest, but you hang up with a satisfied laugh and head to the shower to both finish yourself off and clean up.
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Grandpa Jake: what about 3pm on thurs?
You: you want to lose your virginity at 3pmâŠ.on a thursday???
Grandpa Jake: my parents have plans so ill have the house to myself for a few hours
You: or you could just come here?Â
Grandpa Jake: if ur comfortable with that? i thought u were supposed to come here lol
You: im comfortable, plus my roommate will kick your ass if youâre weird
Jake contemplates hard on that last part but shrugs over it. Probably a girl thing, and itâs not like heâs an actual creep or anything. Youâd be the one with power over him when the two of you are alone anyway.Â
You: what about tomorrow, 8pm?Â
Tomorrow. Hell yeah, tomorrow. God, heâd show up right the fuck now if you let him. He may live with his parents but heâs got a car.Â
Grandpa Jake: send ur address, ill be there :)Â
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âTomorrow, youâll be a man.â Heeseung croaks through the speaker at Jake, totally assuming that this whole virginity loss dating app plan was actually just a joke.Â
âWhy do you have to say it that way?â Jake groans back, slapping his hand over his forehead and rubbing his temples. âI didnât think anyone was actually gonna come through, sheâs the first one.â
âWhat makes you think sheâs actually gonna send you her address?â Heeseung laughs, once again placing more pity onto his best friend than anything else. âSheâs probably not even a real person, youâre gonna end up at some old guyâs house.â
Jake laughs, or snorts really.Â
âOh, sheâs real.â
Heeseung sits up in curiosity this time, switching his phone to the other ear with interest.Â
âHm? Have you already met her?â
âKind of. We like, um,â Jake pauses, wondering if he sounds way too excited to tell him or not. âWe facetimed a few hours ago.â
Silence.
âShe got naked.â
âOh ho ho!â Heeseung encourages him. âSo you guys did some stuff on facetime and she still wants to meet you?âÂ
âThatâs what I saidâwait,â Jake smiles to himself, about two seconds from kicking his feet before realizing what Heeseung just said. âWhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?âÂ
âYouâre kind of a loser, weâve been over this.â Heeseung laughs yet again. âCall me when you get your cherry popped or whatever.â
Then he hangs up.Â
Grandpa Jake: do u think im a loser?
You: yeah kinda
Youâre laughing at his text as you sit across the table from Jay.
âThat him texting?â Jay quirks a brow, watching you smile at your phone and practically ignore him.Â
You laugh again at Jakeâs string of defensive texts before responding with a short âitâs okay, i like losersâ, and putting your phone down to finish telling Jay that heâs gonna get kicked out tomorrow for the night.Â
âSo,â You clap your hands in front of yourself, glaring at Jay. âYouâre gonna have to be gone tomorrow at eight because I'm about to literally obliterate this guy.â
âJesus, Iâm scared for him.â
âYou should be scared for me. Because, wellâŠâ You trail off for a second, scrolling up your texts to see the dick pic Jake sent before the facetime call. âHeâs huge andââ
âI did not need to know that.â Jay sighs, scooting back in his chair and standing to his feet.Â
âYou act like you donât ask every time I fuck someone.â You roll your eyes at him, smiling. âWeirdo.â
Jay stands there awkwardly before shrugging and lunging for your phone.Â
âHow big?â He laughs, not actually trying to see the dudeâs dick but always way too curious for his own good despite never wanting to be around to hear what the big dicks do to his best friend.Â
âStop prying, youâll get jealous.â
He scoffs, brushing off his pants of invisible dust and crossing his arms.Â
âIâll have you know, my dick is perfectly sized.â
âIâm sure it is. Anyway, tomorrow, be gone.âÂ
He nods, sauntering to the living room and flopping down on the couch.Â
âKeep it in your room, please. I donât want to sit on any cum when I get home.â
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Itâs Thursday. Itâs approximately seven in the evening on Thursday and youâre well aware that Jake is probably bubbling with anxiety if his texts are anything to go by.Â
So many âare you sures,â so many âyou can tell me to leave if you decide you donât want tos,â and even more âi canât wait to see yous.â
âJay, arenât you supposed to be leaving?â You ask, opening the fridge to pull out a bottle of water.Â
Youâve already showered again today, primped yourself up for him really. Everything smooth, soft, and ready to be touched. You wonder if Jake is doing the same, and smile.
âHm, yeah. But I kinda wanna see him before I leave.â
You turn your head to him with a curious look, glaring only slightly.
âI swear to god if you scare him off, Iâm kicking you out.â
Jay laughs, patting the couch as if to invite you to sit with him to ease your own anxiety. He can smell the familiar lotion you use before dates, and he notes that youâve really tried to look good today.Â
âI think you might kill him, if Iâm being honest.â Your best friend laughs softly, complimenting you.Â
âThanks, thatâs the plan.â
And so, the two of you sit together laughing at stupid comedy shows until your phone lights up at around seven thirty.Â
Grandpa Jake: iâm a little early, is that ok?Â
âOh shit, heâs here.â You immediately feel nervous, which is pretty normal for you anyway so itâs easily overlooked by Jay.Â
He jumps up, brushing off his clothes and walking toward the kitchen to grab his keys and wallet.Â
âLet him in then, Iâll leave when he gets here.â
You give him a knowing look before nodding.Â
You: second floor, take a left when you get to the top of the stairs, third apartment on the left.
Within minutes, thereâs a very gentle knock on the door and Jay is throwing himself at it to get a look at him. Unfortunately itâs a bit more awkward than he expected it to be.Â
Not only did Jake think your roommate was a woman, but he, at the very least, expected you to answer the door. He was preparing himself all day for this moment, to knock on your door and have you open it. At first he thought that maybe he even got the wrong apartment.Â
âOh, I think I got the wrong place, sorryââÂ
âNope, youâre in the right place.â Jay smiles, stepping to the side and opening the door wider for him. âYou can come in.â
Jake does, awkwardly. Avoiding eye contact with Jay and barely even looking into the apartment before stepping inside.Â
âShe got all cleaned up for you.â Jay whispers, throwing Jake a wink before stepping out and closing the door behind him.
Jake still hasnât really looked up from the floor yet, and you make quick work to make him feel more comfortable.Â
âDonât mind him, thatâs my roommate.â You say, making your way toward him and trying your best not to stare because, okay, wow. Heâs kind of ten times more attractive in person, which is fucking insane considering how good he looked through a screen.Â
âHave you and him ever likeâŠâ Jake immediately starts, realizing he might have made things weird.Â
âJay?! Oh, god no.â You laugh, reaching for his arm and feeling him lean into it with relief. âYouâre allowed to look up by the way. Youâve been staring at that crack in my floor since you got here.â
Immediately Jake moves his eyes up to you, the eye contact feeling more intense than it should, but youâre locked in too. The awkwardness dissolves almost instantly, he feels no need to question you further about anything really, especially with the way he feels his throat run dry at the very idea of this whole plan actually happening at some point.
When he made his profile on that app, it was kind of a half joke until like, people started talking to him. Given, no one ever followed through but you, heâs happy he stuck with it. Happy you came out of the works from said dating app, happy you picked him.Â
Really though, he picked you. Part of you wonders about why you want to take this from him. For power, for control, to be praised, to feel like youâre his entire world of desire for a brief time? All of those things, yes, but you can admit now that heâs in front of you that itâs a bit intimidating.Â
Heâs not shy at all, just a bit awkward. He seems confident, he seems ready, and you find yourself lucky for being the one to get to do this for him, or with him. If at all, Jake is the type of man you could see yourself hanging out with often, with or without having sex.Â
Given, upon seeing him face to face for the first time, the only thing you thought about was how attractive he is. Now though, as you look back at him along with the silence of this apartment offering nothing more than awkwardness, itâs not. Because youâre seeing him for all he is and he appears to not be able to help it. Is this what people mean when they say thereâs an instant spark between two people? Despite how attractive he is, you find yourself thinking of how many times heâs made you laugh in the short period of time youâve known him along with how many times heâs willingly embarrassed himself
And now for the first time, heâs right there and all you want to do isâŠgive him exactly what he wants.
âOkay, listen,â You start, swallowing around a lump in your throat as you feel your body heat up at record speed by just having his eyes looking into yours. You know by this point that youâre not going to be keeping your hands to yourself at all. And for his sake, heâd probably prefer it that way. âIf I move too fast, just tell me to stop.â
Jake tilts his head with a dopey smile, eyes still fixed on you, scanning you, coming to terms with the fact that youâre absolutely everything he thought you would be and more.Â
âI donât think thatâs gonna be an issue,â He admits, feeling his length confined within his pants twitch wildly at the fact that this is happening. âI struggled not to get hard just driving over.â He laughs, looking away from you for the first time with flushed cheeks.Â
You find that painfully adorable. No man would ever admit that to you. Especially after just a few minutes of meeting in person for the first time, but this is Jake and in the short amount of time youâve known him, youâre kind of expecting him to be really forward and say things that will have you frozen in thought.
âOh yeah?â You ask, grabbing his hand and leading him to the kitchen. Youâre pretending that his apparent inexperience isnât getting to you, but youâre not really fooling anyone. âLetâs get you some water or something, I can see you drooling.â
Jake laughs, shrugging because yeah maybe heâs drooling a little bit. You smell fucking immaculate, your hand is small in his but still manages to overpower him, your skin feels soft and slightly cold. Honestly, itâs dangerous just having you stand in front of him right now because he could absolutely blow his load just by you looking at him. Embarrassing? Always.
He follows after you, very nearly crowding up to you as the comfort sets in and the last bit of awkwardness leaves his mind. All he can think about is how you sounded over that facetime call. Heâs seen whatâs between your legs, and during that night all he could think about was touching you, fucking you.Â
Now heâs here, and youâre right there.Â
Itâs hard not to crowd up, itâs hard not to cling to you, itâs hard not to be excited. Seeing your hand wrapping around that bottle of water to give to him, seeing you lean just before grabbing itâ of course heâs staring. Of course heâs crowding closer, almost to the point that heâs up against your ass when you lean back up from the fridge.
You turn after grabbing him the bottle and are shocked by his close proximity when you face him. He looks down at you with a soft face, one that shows heâs not embarrassed by how he immediately attaches to you. His smile is just as clumsy as he is, you can tell he knows exactly what heâs doing too. Youâre glad, because it makes it entirely too easy to drop the water bottle, grab his face, and chase his lips all the way until heâs against the counter and kissing you back.Â
He sighs instantly into it, wincing at the way the kitchen counter hits his back, you pressing against him so harshly just to get that first taste of his lips. Heâs excited that you seem as eager as him, maybe even as desperate as him.Â
For you, a man has never been this eager just to kiss you, nor has a man ever kissed you this good. You can imagine that heâs probably got a lot of experience in terms of kissing, not much elsewhere though. You can tell by the way he moves his hands to all of the right places, but his blatant virginity shows through all of it as he becomes a horny mess almost instantly.Â
His tongue is warm and wet, small whining sounds coming from his throat as you press yourself against him briefly. His hands never leave your body and he shows no shame in touching where he wants to touch. Rubbing, groping, and caressing every inch of your waist, ass, and even moving up to your face to deepen the kiss. His hips press forward almost constantly, and all you can do is brace yourself on the counter behind him to try and tame his relentless hips and obvious attempts at rushing what he wants right now.Â
If youâre going to sleep with him though, heâs gonna get the full experience, not a quickie. Plus, you agreed to keep it in your room for Jayâs sake.Â
âHey,â you sigh, trying to pull back from the kiss but he isnât having it. Still kissing against you and running his lips down to your neck when you continue to speak. âWe should go to my room, your first time isnât about to be in my kitchen.â
âWhy not?â He groans against your neck, kissing harshly with faint wet sounds, his hands wrapping tightly around your waist now. âI donât care where we do it, i just want you like, really bad.â
Still, his lips donât leave you, nor do his hands. You find yourself giggling against him with a shake of your head at the way he protests when you pry yourself from his grip. Of course, though, heâs immediately clinging to you and chasing after you to your bedroom before practically throwing himself at you again.
You barely get the door closed before heâs pressing you against the wall, hand running down again to your waist and easily snaking up your shirt just to feel the warmth of your skin. You let him, enjoying the way he kisses you for just the second time, enjoying more the way you can feel him lose his composure every few minutes from this alone.Â
Youâre kind of in love with the fact that he doesnât seem to want to pull back even for a breath. He seems to love kissing, and you wonder what else heâll come to love doing tonight too. From the way he moves his tongue and his lips on you, you can imagine heâd be fucking heavenly at eating pussy.
Successfully you push him away again, rushing to your bed before he can make you melt against his lips for a third time, and youâre instantly trying to present yourself to him much like you did over camera.Â
âYouâre really going to let me?â He asks with a deep breath, brushing his hair out of his face and wiping his mouth. His brain malfunctions at your presumed answer to that question, watching you take your panties and shorts off in one go and leaning back to spread your legs for him.Â
At this moment, youâre all his and you make it a point to spread your pussy out for him like he asked you to do before. You can practically see his knees buckle that very instant.
âTo think I wouldnât want to do this is insane,â You say, wiggling your hips for him to see. âLook how wet I am.â You pause, studying the hungry look in his eyes. âDo you wanna try eating me out?â
He doesnât even nod. Heâs immediately on his knees against your bed and gripping your thighs to pull you toward his face. You yelp only slightly at the movement, a chuckle coming out shortly after as you sit yourself up properly to take in the image of his eyes sparkling up at you.Â
It looks like heâs been wanting to do this to someone all his life, with his needy body proving it time and time again. Your breath is caught in your throat, a small groan coming out at the image alone before youâre able to process words again.Â
âCanât believe how good you look down there,â You say softly, brushing his hair out of his face for him like he did to himself earlier. âHave you ever done this before?â
He shakes his head, eyes shifting from your pussy to your face. You can feel his nervous yet eager breath against you, making your eyelashes flutter at even that slight sensation.Â
âGo on then.â You sigh out, trying to prepare for what he can manage with that pretty mouth of his.
You watch him and the way he doesnât seem to think at all when he does it. Once again, heâs adorable. His tongue goes everywhere, only grazing your clit briefly every few licks, never staying on it presumably because heâs in the process of finding the clit based on how your body reacts.Â
He has a general idea of where it is, but the feeling of having your pussy spread out like this on his lips alone is enough to overwhelm him with arousal, to the point he genuinely doesnât know what heâs doing. All he can do is taste and smell the mixture of your warmth along with the soap and lotion you must have used before he came here.Â
Heâs quite literally tasting the entirety of you and loving every second of it. The way his hands grip your legs, both spreading them further open so that he can tilt his head and lick at different angles, and then hugging them to where they almost lock his head in place.Â
It feels like he does this for ages, learning your body and what makes your legs shake. He sucks in different places, kissing your entire pussy to the point that itâs almost impossible for your legs not to shake in a reaction at what heâs doing to you.
Dare you say, a man who is inexperienced at eating a woman out somehow feels better than one who knows exactly where to go.Â
âFuck, knew youâd be good at this,â You compliment with a shaky voice, reaching down to his hair and holding his head in place. âKeep licking there, and use your fingers too.âÂ
He hums without stopping, taking note of where you place his lips and reminding himself that this is the clit, just as suspected. He attaches his lips there, kissing it much like he kissed you in the kitchen.Â
You can feel his fingers make their way into you shortly after, each bump of his knuckle sending a delicious sensation throughout your body. Youâre tingling from your head to your toes at this point and your face heats up beyond what you thought it would. Your hips move on their own in response, experimentally fucking against his fingers as he keeps his tongue flicking at you.Â
âJust like that,â You encourage him, running your hands through his hair and looking down at him. Seeing his head move with each little thrust of your hips is only more arousing in this moment. His eyes half open, watching you, tasting you, almost smiling around your clit when he makes eye contact with you.Â
It almost seems like heâs asking if heâs doing well, and goddamn is he. Heâs doing amazing.
âSo good,â You say shortly, trying to give him the praise he needs while scratching against his scalp as a thank you, still fucking your hips up just to feel his fingers plunge deeper.Â
He, on the other hand, is fucking feral right now. Tasting you, dipping his fingers into you, feeling that warmth for the first time, the small clenchesâ heâs swimming in a fantasy. Every time you move your hips up, he can smell the entirety of you, he can feel your pussy squeeze his fingers, and god. He doesnât think he ever wants this to end.
All day. He could do this all fucking day. No wonder men make fun of other guys for not giving head. Why wouldnât they? He can feel your legs tensing up around his head, your gentle fingers running through his hair, the sounds coming from your lips. Heâs in love, heâs in love.
He doesnât stop, tongue flicking your clit so beautifully, fingers slowly fucking in and out of you, not even in time with your jerking hips. Shockingly, you approach orgasm so fucking fast that you can barely warn him, youâre not even thinking when you put pressure on his head, pressing his lips so harshly against your clitâ his moan sending a vibration straight through you.
âFaster, with your fingersââ You choke out in a drawn out and pornographic moan, curling your toes and feeling him do exactly as you say.Â
There, you release with his fingers plunging in and out of you, the wet sound of your pussy only sounding more messy by the time you begin to release. In the midst of it all, you feel him pull his lips from your clit and lick around his fingers before coming back up and continuing his ministrations, working you through an orgasm youâre not even sure he knows youâre having right now.
Insane, really, that he needed to taste the messy relief before resuming.Â
Strings of curses, little tugs against his hair, legs shaking, all of it happens at once until the feeling of his fingers become sensitive inside of you, until his tongue is flicking a bundle of nerves begging to be left alone.Â
You swat him away with a smile, leaning up quickly and grabbing him by the shirt.Â
He doesnât really know what the fuck is going on but he laughs with you, being pulled to his feet and falling onto the bed on top of you. You can feel his cock in his pants, so fucking hard, probably leaking and feeling quite neglected.
âDid youâŠ?â He asks softly, dipping his head shyly with his wet chin shining in the light of your room.
You smile at him, leaning up to kiss him square on the mouth before you flip him over and get between his legs.Â
âI did,â You laugh in a daze, starting to work on his button and zipper. Youâre reeling from the recent orgasm and want nothing more than to let him feel the same way you do right now. âAnd now, I'm gonna do the same for you.â
He chokes out a nervous laugh, holding your hand in place from pulling his pants down.
âUnless, you donât want that?â You ask, tilting your head with a bit of a frown.
âN-No! Itâs not that!â He reassures you, cheeks flushing more than they already were. âItâs just thatâ like, what if I donât last very long? Iâm kind of sensitive.â
His eyes avoid yours when he says it and once again, most adorable man award goes to fucking Jake.
âYou say that like itâs a bad thing?â You lean forward, kissing him again. âYou just gave me some of the best head in my life.â
The light in his eyes returns and instantly heâs flashing a nervous smile at you.Â
âJake, Iâve never gotten off that fast from being eaten out.â You reassure him again, making a point to use his name loud and clear. âIf you donât get off from me sucking your cock, I might actually cry.âÂ
Well, he canât have that now, can he?Â
He releases your grip on his jeans, allowing you to pull them down. For some reason unable to look at you despite knowing youâve seen him jerk off before. Itâs the fact that like, what if itâs suddenly not big enough? What if his cock is ugly or curved in a way you donât like?
Before he can even start to doubt himself more, he feels your lips on the tip and instantly his eyes are looking down at you. Youâre the one smiling now, using one hand to hold his base and the other hand already scooping up his balls for added pleasure.Â
You make a point to look him in the eye as you let the saliva collect in your mouth when you pull back slightly. There, you let it fall from the tip of your tongue, all the way until you feel the wetness against your fingers wrapped around his base.Â
He thinks heâs going to go fucking insane watching you like this, and god, does he. You donât even show him your struggle of taking in the sheer size of him. Lowering your mouth until youâre taking him in as much as you can. You try to keep eye contact up until you have to close your eyes.Â
Itâs not shocking that by the point you get half of his length into your mouth, heâs fucking up without full intention and letting out a choked apology. Still, you try to force your stretched lips to smile for him, even through the gag, even through the harsh feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.Â
How the fuck has a cock this good not been worshiped before? By a mouth? A hand? A pussy? Youâll be damned not to choke on it. Youâd rather eat glass than to let him leave this apartment without being completely emptied and praised for every drop.Â
Heâs actually struggling already not to come, holding himself back but failing each time his hips chase the warmth of your throat. Each time you gag, it stimulates the fuck out of his cock and he nearly wants to cry each time it happens. Even with that other girl who went down on him, she didnât even attempt to fit this much in her mouth. Most of the pleasure came from her hand jerking him off while she suckled against his head, but you. Youâre down there, slipping your mouth up and down on him like that, gagging, tearing up, and still fucking smiling about it.Â
Heâs in love.
He holds his hands back at least, keeping them against your sheets and gripping them so hard that he fears heâs ripping through them. Everything feels hot, you look hot, you sound hot, your tongue still manages to move against the base of his cock with what little room it does have, and godâ your other hand, massaging his balls.Â
âWait, wait waitââ Jake groans, fucking his hips into your mouth once again until you pull off with a concerned look.Â
âWere my teeth hurting you?â You ask, gasping a bit for air.
âNo!â He heaves out with fluttering lashes, trying to regain sanity. âI was just getting really close.â
âHm?â You sigh in disappointment, this time going all in at once and not letting yourself stop until heâs releasing into your mouth.Â
You feel his shaking fingers brush your cheek when you do it, hollowing it out just to fit more, more, more into your mouth before lapping your tongue against his base again.Â
His groaning turns into frantic moans, his hips jerking wildly, unable to escape the clenching muscles of your gagging throat, and heâs honestly in heaven once again.Â
âAhâwaitâfuck.â He tries to protest, not wanting to finish so quickly, but there it goes. There he goes.
Never in his life has he felt an orgasm so satisfying. His eyes roll back and his fingers go numb when he releases, pumping himself deep into your throat and not stopping until heâs dizzy. The fact that you kept your mouth on him through it, the fact that he could still feel you gagging, swallowing, and moaning all at once through itâ how?
âHowââ he takes a breath, pulling you off of him so you can breathe. âHow did you do that?â
You shrug with a confident smile, wiping your tears and crawling up to meet his face.Â
âI donât normally do that for guys.â You say with a rasp in your voice. âI certainly donât just swallow for anyone.â
He feels special, and fucking spent but god does he want to keep going. His softening cock twitching in a relieving way, probably glad to have finally been touched by something other than his own hand. Part of him wonders if youâre done though, because by now youâve both gotten off and usually thatâs the end goal, right?
But he hasnât lost his virginity yet, and when he looks at you hovering above him, he already knows youâre not done with him.Â
âWe need to let you rest until you can get hard again,â You say, kissing him more easily than before and letting him taste himself, letting you taste yourself mixed with him. âWhatâs something you wanna do to get you back into the game?â
He sighs out a laugh, fucking amazed that youâre his first. How lucky is that? He thinks hard, watching the way you lift your shirt off of yourself. God, he forgot tits existed for a solid part of this day and thatâs a shame because instantly his sensitive cock throbs at the image of them coming into view.Â
You watch him stare, trailing your hands down and lifting his shirt off of him as well.Â
âIâ I donât even know at this point.â He admits with a stammer, ignoring the fact that his hair is definitely sticking up all over from you taking his shirt off of him.
âIâll just love on you while you think, then.â
He gives a short nod, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside at the way your gentle hands caress his chest and abs before you start kissing against the muscles and soft skin there.
He relaxes his body, feeling your hands and lips on him. You were right when you said youâd love on him as he thinks about it. The hard part of it is actually thinking about whatâs going to get him harder the fastest. You doing this could be enough, but your tits. And fuck, your pussy.
He lets out a whine, one that feels entirely out of character and it causes you to pause your gentle kiss against his nipple and pull back.
âAlready?âÂ
He shakes his head, staring straight at your chest and then down to what's between your legs.Â
âI want to, umâŠâ He shifts his eyes away from you. âCan I eat you out again?â
Thatâs new. Twice in one session?
âOh yeah? Did that get you going?â
You receive a small nod from him before his hands are reaching out for your tits and warming them up.Â
You relax into the feeling of his fingers on your chest only for a moment before you pull back again, this time adjusting yourself onto the bed face down, ass up in front of him. Might as well try a bunch of different positions for him too, right?
âWhenever youâre ready.â You sigh, already grabbing a pillow to hug through this.Â
You can feel the bed shift behind you, the weight of his body dipping right behind you before you feel his warm breath against your core. Only now do you realize that you already missed the way he ate you out the first time, you can barely contain yourself knowing heâs going to do it again.Â
His hands snake between your legs before his lips get any closer, spreading them before pulling his hand back up and spreading your pussy open with his fingers on his own this time.Â
âItâs really the prettiest.â He says in a clear and shaking voice, watching the way your hole pulses at the air that hits it. âAnd I've watched a lot of porn.â
Youâd tell him to shut up, but youâre not gonna because itâs cute how forward he is with his thoughts. If anything, heâs treating you right now by doing this, so he can say whatever he fucking wants right now.Â
âYeah? You just gonna stare at it?â You try to urge him, and it works.
Because of course it works.Â
You do your best to contain any rising orgasm, solely because you donât want to spend yourself before you actually let him inside of you in full. But goddamn, heâs just as eager now as he was the first timeâŠif not more.Â
He thinks back to the things he did before, mimicking that and hitting all of the perfect spots without fail. Still, you hold back, pushing and pulling yourself away and toward him just to feel his tongue chase. He eventually holds you in place against him, big hands holding you firmly against his face with a bit of force. And now? Heâs licking you deeper than youâve ever been licked before. Itâs a different kind of sensation, and the way he groans into it is entirely too much for you right now.Â
You need more, you want more. You want all of him by now, so aroused by every touch, breath, and moan that itâs becoming unbearable to just be eaten out. The thought that heâs doing this to get himself hard again is flooring, and the feeling of his fingers replacing his tongue much like before is intense.Â
After just that one time, he knows exactly how to make you cum this way and itâs dangerously attractive to realize that. He goes straight for it too, pulling back to watch his fingers slip into you up to the knuckle.Â
He hums out a rumbled moan at the sound of your cunt squelching around his fingers. So wet. More wet than any of the girls in the porn heâs watched for years. Youâre dripping around his fingers, and the smacking sound is so fucking arousing to him.
And yeah, he canât reach your clit with his mouth this time so he thinks hard about how to fix this little dilemma and youâre floored even more by the fact that he solves problems without questioning. You feel his fingers leave you and land on your clit, and right then you feel his tongue again, just as deep, licking into you and all over you.Â
The sound of your pussy amplifies when itâs against his tongue, and honestly, he could cum right now if he really wanted to. Already heâs hard again, but god feeling you, hearing you, seeing you like this for him? For some guy who has never once been able to give a girl his all like this?Â
Heâs so focused on you.
Which for you, is a bit of an issue because heâs really not going to let you hold it in, heâs going to have you fucking unravelling again and itâs too good. Thankfully, when you try to lift to look behind yourself, you take note of his other hand working himself.Â
Heâs hard again, and god knows how long heâs been doing that.Â
You pull your body away from him quickly to let your rising orgasm subside, his protesting moan doing nothing but heating your body up more when you flip over and watch him.Â
âYou were really just going to get me off again and not try to fuck me yet?â
He looks down at himself and then back at you, smiling and running his hand through his hair.Â
âI like doing it, I wanted to see if I could make youââ
âYou absolutely could have but Iâm going to be honest,â You start, interrupting him and pulling yourself up to crawl over him. âIf youâre ready, Iâd like to live up to my promise.â
His eyes are much sharper than they were before when you say those words. This is actually it. He would have been perfectly happy just eating you out, getting head himself, or whatever. Over and over again. Any and all of it is better than being in his room alone, but youâre reallyâ
âReally?â He asks, knowing full well the answer..Â
âLay back, get comfortable,â You instruct with deep breaths, scooting up the bed with him, keeping yourself planted on his legs despite the discomfort. âYou still want me to ride you, yeah?â
He nods almost frantically, landing his hands on your tits without hesitation and groping them in a blatant show of how ready heâs managed to get himself for this.Â
Not that you want to rush, but youâre so fucking turned on by this point, the only thing you want is to be filled by him. His is cock likely bigger than any youâve taken before, and to be fair, you donât even care if youâre the desperate one at this point. Youâve almost forgotten heâs a virgin.
âWait,â He stops you when you slide over his cock, bare pussy coating his length in a languid grind. âOh, fuck, wait- no,â He breathes in a sharp breath and grips your hips. âDo that again.âÂ
You smile at his frantic thoughts pouring from his lips, sliding against him again, and again, up until heâs leaning forward and attaching his lips to one of your nipples and suckling against it hard.Â
You groan as you grind, feeling the head of his now, fully hard, cock bumping against your previously stimulated clit. He groans with you, almost at the exact same time but continues to try and leave his mark on you. In love with finally getting your tits in his mouth, your pussy on his cock, and most of all, in love with the fact that youâre not laughing at him for any of it. You seem to melt into it much like he does and he canât help but want to email the creator of that fucking app and personally thank them for this.Â
You rub yourself against him until itâs even more unbearable than before. By now, youâve completely soaked his length and heâs completely soaked your chest in saliva and tiny swollen bite marks. Not that you mind the biting, his little rumbled grow-like moans only made this all the more arousing.
âReady?â You finally sigh out, deliberately grinding against him slowly now, with almost your entire weight behind the grinds.Â
He groans out a âpleaseâ before immediately gripping your hips and stopping you. Pulling his head back so hard and so quicklyâ he kind of forgot to unlatch from your nipple and it sends a sharp pain throughout your body, one that only makes you want to ride him hard. Right now.Â
âHold on, thereâs a condom in the pocket of my jeansââ
âOkay, and?â You laugh, sliding forward again and grinding your clit against him. âIâm on birth control, and Iâm clean.âÂ
He looks at you, his sharp eyes falling back into the sparkling doe eyes as his mouth falls open at the very idea that he gets to hit is fucking raw for the first time?Â
âUnless youâre lying, and youâre not really a virgin?â
Heâs quick to silence your doubt. Heâs 100% never had his cock inside of anything other than his own palm andâ malfunction. Heâs blank again, staring up at you and wincing at the feeling of you pleasuring yourself on top of him.Â
âPlease?â He manages to get out, gripping your hips so tightly by now that heâs sure itâs hurting you.Â
You smile, humming at him when you lift from him, standing on your knees to grab his cock and position him in the right place.Â
âYou sure you want it too?â You ask, only now realizing that youâre genuinely about to take a manâs virginity, and itâs only fair that you give him one last time to decide if he wants you to take it from him. Despite how turned on you are, and regardless of how badly you want to fuck him, itâs not right to just do it without making him really think about it.Â
âFuck, yes.â His fingers tighten against you, his eyes squeeze shut, and his voice comes out as frantic and quite frankly, a bit annoyed. âJust do it already.âÂ
You canât help but smile at him when you do. Lowering yourself slowly on him and feeling the stretch of it. His face is something that you donât think youâll ever forget. He appears to be lost in it, eyes rolling back, his chest heaving, his teeth showing through a half-smile as he moans out at the sensation.Â
He canât get over how warm it is inside of you, the constant clenching of your pussy dragging along his entire length. He canât help it when he moans, he doesnât care that his voice cracks, or that it sounds like a pathetic sob.Â
By the time you bottom out and sit like that for a moment, you almost feel like heâs the one who needs to adjust. Of course, youâre needing this moment to adjust too but godâ just watching him makes you that much more wet and itâs insane how into him you are right now. As if you havenât been since you started talking to him.
âFeels good?â You ask, involuntary clenching around his size, letting out a small sigh yourself at the feeling of his leaking cock inside of you.Â
He hums at you and then takes in a deep breath before fully opening his eyes again and looking at you. Technically, heâs no longer a virgin now. Itâs fucking happening, and youâre hot? So fucking hot? You feel so good? You smell so good. You sound so fucking good.Â
Everything is overwhelmingly good, all he can do now is press his hips up and instantly moan out at the new feeling.Â
You take that as an invitation to absolutely obliterate him, much like you knew you would. So, you do. Lifting yourself up and sliding him almost entirely out of you before sinking down again.Â
His hands shoot to your waist, then he lifts slightly to grab your ass from behind you, and then he flops himself backâ seemingly unable to know what the fuck to do with himself at this feeling.Â
You opt to grab his hands, intertwining your fingers with his and holding them above his head, all so you can lay chest to chest with him, lips right at his neck. You start kissing, riding him so smoothly and doing nothing but listening to his little sounds that he tries to keep inside.Â
âYouâre really cute, you know that?â You whisper against his ear, kissing there too before pulling back to look at his face.
That half-smile never leaves his face, and his fingers squeeze against yours so tightly that you actually start to worry that he may break them. Thankfully, he begins to relax after a few minutes. Adjusting to the overwhelming pleasure and now losing himself to the arousal rather than fighting it.Â
You nearly squeak when you feel him release your hands and grab your face, pulling you up to him as he kisses you mindlessly. Breathlessly, moaning into your mouth all while moving his own hips now. You can feel him jerk his hips, imagining how he fucked his hand through facetime. This is better than that.
You prop to stand up on your knees, offering him the space to fuck you as hard as heâd like, and god. Itâs hard. Itâs deep, and itâs so clumsy. No rhythm, no thought behind it at all, you can fucking tell heâs purely running on adrenaline as he plunges into you.Â
Heâs actually going so hard, that your moans sound more pained than pleasurable, but thatâs not the case at all. You actually canât stop moaning, itâs just the fact that each time he slams into you, your throat lets out a broken sound.Â
For a moment, you think you can actually hear him unintentionally growl against your slack lips as he does it. Already heâs lasted longer than you thought he would, especially without a condom, and youâre so fucking impressed by it.Â
You slide your hand between your bodies, easily rubbing your own clit and drying out your throat even more with the consistent loud moans of how good heâs doing. After a few moments though, his hips stutter and you take that as a sign that you should take over again.
âI donât know how the fuck youâre doing this to me,â You laugh out of pity for yourself, âI really thought I could last longer than this.â
He barely hears you through his ringing ears and rapid heartbeat, but he chuckles at the compliment. Feeling like he must be doing something right to have a woman say that to him. Thereâs one issue. Heâs about two thrusts from cumming again and he will be damned to ruin this for you.Â
You take over, riding him harshly and rubbing your clit even harder. He takes a moment to try and distract himself from how good your pussy feels clenching him and takes it upon himself to bite down hard against his tongue. Something to hurt enough to keep his orgasm from bubbling over, but also not something so awful that heâd lose his arousal entirely.Â
You continue, pushing yourself back up from him and watching the way he tries to focus on anything but whatâs happening. You ride deliberately to get him off though, knowing that the second he does, youâll let yourself go too. He doesnât seem to be picking up the hints.Â
âAre you close?â You ask, out of breath and riding him so consistently that itâs becoming more and more difficult to hold your own orgasm. âLet it go, do it with meââ
Instantly, you hear him whimper out a moan as he releases the bite on his tongue. Shooting himself forward and hugging you so tightly that the pressure of your fingers against your clit is entirely unbearable.Â
âOh, god. Iâmââ You start, moaning against his hair as he hugs against you.
Heâs so fucking relieved, already releasing into you as you say those words. All he can do is breathe through it, feeling your pussy pulse around him as he continues to empty himself into you.Â
Itâs entirely too intense, his ears popping and heart threatening to send him to a hospital. Never did he think having sex was this intense.Â
Little does he know⊠itâs not. But even you, for some reason, find yourself wondering why the fuck that was so good.Â
By the time you pull yourself off of him, both of you wincing and trying to ignore the mixture of cum running down your legs, all you can do is look at him with curiosity.Â
He can barely open his eyes to look back at you, but he tries, he really does.Â
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Heâs not going home tonight. Of course heâs not. Like, how fucking rude would it be to take his virginity and send him on his way? Absolutely the fuck not.
In fact, you made him some food, wobbling on spent legs throughout the kitchen as he lays on his death bed in your room. (Heâs being dramatic.)
All he can do is listen to the sounds of you in the other room and think hard about how he just felt. Physically, it was a lot. Surely if sex is like that all the time, heâd rather not do it as often as Heeseung does. Honestly, his sanity would be at stake.Â
But like, youâre kind of amazing. Given, the two of you barely know each other past lame texts and bullying each other. Physically, you know him more than any other woman and thatâs a block he didnât think would be an issue until it became one.
You made him cum twice. And he thinks you did too, unless youâre lying just to make him feel better. Thereâs no way you didnât feel the intensity of that though. Thereâs no way your wobbling legs were lying to him when you got up and told him you wanted to have a snack before bed.
Thereâs no way you would let him sleep over if you didnât feel the same way he does right now.
And by the time youâre back, handing him a plate of food, he canât help but believe that nothing will ever taste as good as you.
The thing is, thatâs one of the main reasons you did this. To be praised, to have a man think youâd be the best he will ever have until he eventually meets someone else and they do better than you did. Now though, you feel weird.Â
This is a one night stand. A charity-fuck, as it still stands at least.Â
âSo,â You start, taking a bite of your food still as naked as can be regardless of how stupid it must look to be eating in a cum-soaked bed like this. âI guess you should change your bio in the app now.â
He looks at you, and then at his food.
âYeah, I guess I shouldâŠâÂ
âIâll help you fix your age on it. Now that you know what youâre doing with a woman and all.â
Itâs silent for a minute.
âIs it too forward if I say that Iâd rather just delete the app and keep calling you?â
Thank fuck Jake is forward and embarrassing with it. Youâre not ready to give up the single life but on the other hand, after that, youâre not exactly ready to share him with other women just yet either. If he wants to attach himself for a while, youâre going to let him. Purely because, like, look at him. Everything is endearing, and when heâs not being adorable heâs just being fucking hot.
Maybe you will be ready to give up the single life if itâs with Jake.Â
You nod with a smile, wondering if he expects you to delete the app too. Because youâre not so sure about that, but also you think you probably would if he asks with those stupid doe eyes.Â
Strangely enough, he doesnât even ask. He just starts eating the food with a content look on his face. Sweat having dried up but left his hair a mess, his skin is glowingâ you thinkâŠoh no. Why are you looking at him like this?
âHey, I should probably call Jay and tell him not to come home until late tomorrow or something.â
Jake nods, lifting his eyes to you and watching you take your phone out.Â
âI should call my friend too, he told me to let him know when I get my cherry popped.â
You snort at him with a laugh right as Jay answers the phone, and honestly, youâd rather listen to Jakeâs friend than Jay whining about having to spend even more time with his overbearing parents.Â
âHey Jay, donât come home 'til I call you tomorrow, bye.â You say quickly before hanging up.Â
Instantly youâre setting your plate on your table and launching yourself at Jake and his phone.Â
âPut him on speaker.â
Jake does just that, laughing at Heeseungâs reaction when he hears you speak rather than his best friend over the line.Â
warnings : there is a babyy , oc is a stressed mom , jk relieving all her stress , nicknames used : sweetheart/honey/my love , sexual : clit play , fingering , cum eating , making out , oral sex (f recieving) , lactation kink , p in v , mate press (?)
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"shh, shh, it's okay, baby."
you gently pat your baby's back, switching from patting it and rubbing it up and down every second.
"my baby, hmm, it's fine. don't cry, don't cry, my love." you rock your baby up and down while spinning around the room, walking back and forth, doing all sorts of things to calm the baby down.
"sweet baby." leaning your head down to press a soothing kiss onto your baby's forehead, then another, another, and another and so on. there's a small smile forming on your face once your baby calms down a little.
"come on, shhh. goodnight, my love..." you carry your baby to his nursery, tip toeing, not wanna risk anything as you slowly bend your body forward to place the sleeping baby on the crib. and just as you do thatâ
"waaaahhhhhhhh! "
ah. yeah. right.
quickly retrieving back to your old position, your hand immediately flies to lay on top of your baby's back meanwhile your other arm is wrapped around your baby's body.
letting out a sigh mixed with exhaustion, you press your baby's head onto your chest, letting him listen to your heartbeat. please go to sleep. earlier you read an article saying that letting the baby listen to the mother's heartbeat makes them sleep better. please work.
don't get me wrong. your son is the best the best thing that has ever happened to you. he's your everything and you've always wanted to be a mom. but sometimes, it's just so hard. but you're aware that this is not something you can avoid and is prone to happen. and seeing your son's cute bunny smile at the end of the day was worth all the struggles. no matter how exhausting it can get sometimes.
it was around 3am now, after all.
your back was pressed against the headboard as you cuddled your baby into your embrace. half lidded, you watch your turn his face from side to side on your chest, trying to find a comfortable position and a few small squeaks leaving him here and there.
there's a small smile on your face while you rub your baby's back soothingly. meanwhile also trying not to fall asleep on spot.
but just as you were about to go against your own words and fall asleep, the door creeps open, making you jolt back up to look for who it is, only to see your husband's head peaking from behind the door.
he walks in, taking big but silent steps towards you.
jungkook smiles, "how's my babyboy doing?"
"he's a very bad baby tonight." you huff with a small grin, playfully, "but i managed to put him to sleep."
jungkook giggles, leaning forward to press a kiss onto your sleeping baby's cheek. your son squeaks, shifting his face from one side to another while comfortably laying his head on your chest.
"gimme the baby, honey. i'll put him to in the cot. you should get ready for bed." he pats your hair, twirling one of your strands.
"hm, okay." you get up, gently placing the baby in your husband's arms. but thenâ
the baby suddenly yelps, fists clutching onto your shirt tightly. you're startled, but you handle the situation just fine.
"ah, ah, ah, my baby." you're groaning, you're tired. but it's okay. you look at jungkook, the dark circles around your eyes very clear, but it's okay.
"oh, come on, baby. come to papa, it's okay." jungkook hums a small tone, one that your son for sure likes, as you slowly sneak the baby into his arm.
without even noticing the change of positions, your baby just snuggles into the familiar warmth of your husband's chest.
sigh. you sigh, sitting back on the bed.
"get ready for bed, my love."
you nod, just getting up from the bed and walking back to your shared bedroom.
by the time jungkook manages to fully calm your baby down and place him in his crib and come back, he finds you still on the bed blankly staring at the wall.
he's confused. shouldn't you be in bed already?
"honey, what's this? not sleepy?" there's concern written all over his face.
"are you okay?"
the moment he asks that, he notices your face turning completely sour with a big pout forming on your face. oh no, he knows that face very well.
"hey, hey, what's wrong?" jungkook quickly rushes to sit next to you, his hand now on your back, rubbing up and down and flattening any wrinkles on your shirt.
without any warning, you pull your husband closer by his arm and hugs him tight, face buried deep in his neck.
"i feel so exhausted." a small mumble.
your husband sighs, immediately noticing the problem.
"i know, sweetheart, i know. it's okay. just calm down for now, hm?" he leans his back against the headboard, pulling you closer to his body as you curled up into a small ball and let yourself be comforted by your husband's soothing heartbeat.
"we had this talk before, remember? days like this are prone to happen. and we have to get through it somehow." he whispers into your ear, pressing kissing in between his sentences as well. you hum, lightly nodding your head, agreeing.
"it's for our little baby. you're the best mommy i know and ever will know. just imagine us telling sannie about how much of a hussle he was when he's older." he chuckles, placing kisses on the crown of your head.
you smile into his chest, nodding.
"it's for our sannie." you mumble and jungkook hums, gently massaging your head. jungkook brushes his fingers through your hair, gently, soothingly, almost making you fall asleep. he had his head leaned downwards, forehead pressed against the crown of your head as he planted small pecks all over your forehead and eyelids.
"jungkook." you pull on his shirt, slowly making your way out of his embrace.
he just hums, caressing your cheek so softly.
stop. you love him so much.
you touch his hand on your cheek, leaning forward to connect your lips with him. your husband immediately smiles into the kiss, his fingers holding your face so gently as your lips moved against eachother perfectly.
his tongue licks your lower lip, slowly sneaking its way in your mouth. the tip of your tongues meet eachother, smoothly gliding against eachother as you to make out. like, really hard.
there's soft little noises coming out of the smacks of your lips, both of you eating eachothers faces out. not being able to hold back, you whimper, your fingers gripping onto jungkook's biceps.
you makeout for a few more seconds then breaking out for air.
jungkook couldn't help but let out a small squeaky laugh.
and oh, that laugh. it brought you back to the days where you both were just two highschoolers starting to like eachother. made you feel like a little girl having her first crush.
thinking about that had you forming the biggest cheekiest smile on your lips.
jungkook was a little confused at your change of expressions, but he just smiles it off. you sit up on his lap again, pulling your husband in for another kiss.
so you kiss.
but then, jungkook manages to get you to lay down on your bed on your back and him slowly getting on top of you. almost sneakily.
breaking from your kiss, you groan, letting your head fall onto the bed. jungkook snickers, almost evil, body laying softly on top of yours as he pulls you into another kiss. now, your legs are crushing his thighs, caging him between them while both your hands gripped onto his shoulders.
while you both are eating out eachother's faces, jungkook's hand slithers under your baggy sweatshirt, massaging your soft stomach.
"hm..." he hums, squeezing your tummy fat.
you both open your eyes at the same time, jungkook breaking down to a small giggle again. the tip of your tongues brush past eachother over and over again. fuck, you're getting so hot. you bet your face is as red as a tomato right now.
your husband brings up his other hand to hold you face by your cheek, then his tongue leaves you for a brief momentâand instead, he spits a globe of spit down to your mouth.
"swallow."
gladly, you swallow it down, opening your mouth again with your tongue out to show that you've done as he said.
jungkook huffs, smirkingâfuck, he's so breathtakingly attractive.
"my amazing little wife. best woman in the world. best mama." his words flutter your stomach entirely. you swear you could see the butterflies flying out of your stomach.
you just smile in return, and that's more than enough for him.
"are you feeling any better, my love?" jungkook caresses your cheek as if you were the most fragile being on earth, touching you with so much gentleness.
you just hum with a small nod. but your hand touches jungkook's one that was on your cheek, then you put his fingers in your mouth.
jungkook watches you with amusement as you wet his fingers with your saliva. once you felt satisfied enough, you pull his fingers out. lifting up the hem of your sweatshirt using your other hand, you glide jungkook's fingers down your body, leaving a small trail of saliva on your stomach.
once you've reached your pelvis, you lift up little shorts, pushing his hand inside.
"touch me, jungkook." you moan out.
and i swear to god, jungkook swore he's never ever seen his wife hotter than this moment. he felt all the blood rush down to his pants, his dick hardening each second.
"shitâ" his voice was so breathy, "you're so hot. baby, i'm gonna lose my mind." he takes a deep breath before diving straight down to your neck. he begins to kiss and suck on your neck, nibbling here and there, biting too. meanwhile, jungkook also makes sure to add a little bit of pressure to your clit. not doing anything but just pressing onto it subtly. tease.
you moan as your husband continues to suck and bite all over your neck, leaving little hickeys all over.
"i need you so bad, kook. please take care of me..." the last bit of words leave you in a whisper. jungkook almost feels dizzy from your words, god he loved it so much.
"i'm so tired, hm. need you to make me cum to relax me." you're caressing the top of his cheek with the pad of your thumb.
jungkook loved seeing you needy.
"alright, honey." he places one final kiss on your forehead.
jungkook spreads your legs further apart, fingers skimming over your soft cotton shorts over and over. and once he sees the little wet spot in between your thighs, it almost makes him drip the drool out of his mouth.
"ahh, pretty." his thumb rubs over the wet spot, caressing it and pressing onto your clothed clit. through your shorts, jungkook pinches your clit, making you let out a small squeal.
"just get to it, hmph." you groan. jungkook's smirk just widens more. your husband nods, taking off your shorts.
"ah, fuck, prettiest pussy ever, baby." the tip of his fingers dips in between your mushy folds, collecting some of your arousal. he brings it to your clit to get it wet, then gently rubbing circles on top. you whimper, nodding.
jungkook lowers his body down, hooking his arm behind your thigh, hoisting it up a bit. his body lays fully flat on the bed, between your thighs with his face pressing kisses all over your thighs. he also bites your flesh, not too hard but not too softâ well, hard enough to form little marks for sure. he bites a spot on your thigh inches away from your pussy, then flicking his tongue on that area, gently sucking it afterwards.
like this, your husband makes sure to leave small hickeys all over your thighs and take his time. while you were left squirming and the puddle in between your thighs just growing and growing.
i thought you said no teasing?
jungkook swipes his thumb over one of your hickeys, caressing it and then leaning forward to press little kisses over it.
"love these fuckin' thighs."
and without a warning when your eyes were closed, your husband decides to dive into the messy in between your folds with a long lick.
"ah!" surprised, you hook your fingers into jungkook's hair. he hums, licking stripes of your pussy. kitten licking your hole, his fingers tease your clit. he circles your clit slowly while his lips latch onto one of your folds, sucking on it.
jungkook pulls away with a groan, making you let out a long relieved sigh.
"more."
"hm."
he gets right back to licking your pussy, making long strokes from your hole to your clit. then he spits on your clit first, tongue immediately swiping over your clit repeatedly. it was the perfect stimulation to beg you for more. his eyes were closed, he seems to be in the moment enjoying your pussy as if it was his last meal. while making out with your clit, he decides to have some mercy on your hole.
your husband plunging two of his fingers in your pussy was the cherry on top for you.
"ahâ ah, ah! mmh...!" your grip on his hair tighten. back arched, face thrown back, whimpering and moaning so fucking loud.
"shhh, you might wake sannie up, my love."
you nod vigoursly, pushing your husband's face deeper into your pussy and grinding. jungkook was going at an animalistic pace, his face completely smothered all over your pussy. your arousal mixed with his drool was all over his face. his jaw was already beginning to ache, but he didn't care. all he cared about was whether his pretty wife was satisfied or not.
his fingers thrust in and out of your hole sloppily. the scene was so messy. he loved how squishy your pussy felt. and that just made him think more about how you'd feel wrapped around him again.
one last tug and bite on your clit, you let out one last long moan, pulling onto your husband's hair roots as your cum gushed down your cunt.
"shit, oh fuck" your husband whines at the sight of your swollen cunt.
he caresses up and down your cunt with the back of his middle and ring finger. you hiss at the cold feeling of his wedding ring pressing onto your clit as if that whole finger wasn't just inside you just a minutes ago. jungkook realises you liked it. so he smirks, slapping your swollen cunt with the back of his fingers repeatedly, especially making sure his ring is slapped against your clit over and over again.
"kook!âwhine haaaaah! haah, hh!"
he slaps your thigh harshly to get you to stop squirming around. once his wish is fullfilled, he forces open your thighs, diving right back into your slit again.
"jungkook!" you were already overstimulated enough.
his eyes were closed once again and nails digging into the flesh of your thighs. face buried deep in your pussy again, he carefully lapped at your sweet juices away with long satisfied hums against your cunt.
"hm, hmm, hmâ so good." he reassures.
and a last little kiss was on top of your swollen clit. you let out a small mewl followed by relieved sigh.
"how are you feeling, baby?"
"good, so good. thank you." you pant.
"anything for my heart." he coos, kissing your temple.
aw. he said "my heart". your heart melted.
jungkook pokes your cheek with a smug grin as he lifted his body up and got off of the bed. huh.
"where are you going?"
"to clean you up?" he raises his eyebrow at you, slightly confused.
"what?"
"what do you mean what?"
"wellâ uh, i thought you were gonna..." you pout.
"hm?"
"kook, please fuck me. i am so horny and i need you so bad." there we go. jungkook's jaw was on the floor for the second time today. i can't lie, he was loving this new side of you. bold and straightforward. you're more vocal about your sexual needs now. you never were before.
he opens his mouth to say something, but shrugs while biting his lips, hurriedly getting on top of you again.
"shiiiiiiit, let me take care of you, mama."
your husband's fingers hook onto the hem of your shirt, pulling it upwards to take it off of you. he gawks at the sight of your tits, squished in your bralette. he hurries to take it off, throwing it away not caring where it may land.
his big hands impatiently grab your tits which were filled and heavy with milk. he looked completely hypnotised. squeezing and massaging your tits, his eyes glued to the milk that's leaking out of your nipples. swiping his thumb over your nipples over and over, jungkook looks over to you, asking for permission.
you nod.
immediately taking in one of your nipples in his mouth, your husband begins to suck relentlessly.
"oh, jungkook...!" your hand was on the back on your husband's head, instinctively massaging his scalp while he dived into your breasts.
he spits on your nipple then swirls his tongue on the saliva, dragging it all over your chest. the artwork being created on your chest was very messy, like always. he playfully bites your soft flesh and pulls it as if he could just bite a chunk off of you.
"tastes surprisingly good."
"surprisingly good?" you crack up a laugh, tilting your head to the side as you ruffled his hair.
"yeah."
he squeezes your breast again, fingers travelling from there down to your pussy again. with a smug face, jungkook parts your legs again, getting in between. he playfully flicts your clit just to earn an annoyed groan from you. apologising with a little kiss on your clit, your husband begins to rub himself through his boxers.
pulling his cock out, he slaps it on your clit a few times, making sure your clit was covered in his precum. then, he glides it down to your hole teasingly slow. spitting on his cock to use it as lubricant, he finally glides it in your drenched cunt.
"ohhh"
"ohhh"
both you and jungkook moan at the same time, lovingâobsessively loving the feeling you just got. shit, that felt good. like so so so good. especially after waiting for his cock to slide in you.
"so warm, mama. so perfect for me. you're all mine." he just cups your face, staring at you so lovingly. jungkook holds up your legs by your thighs, pressing your knees to your chest. his cock goes in and out of you steadily. short timed pants from the both of you take over the room, mixing well together and creating a small harmony even.
jungkook couldn't get over how pretty your pussy looked. so pretty and perfect for him. he was aware that you did have a bit of insecurities building up after your pregnancy. but being the sweet loving husband he is, he had a talk with you and reassured you that he still saw you the same, and of course he will for the rest of his life. you were everything to him. so perfect.
he spits a ball of saliva onto your clit, watching it dribble down to mix with his thrusts. he swipes his thumb over the small patch of hair on top of your cunt, groaning.
watching jungkook act completely mesmerised with your cunt only made you wetter and his thrusts grow even rougher.
his thighs snap into your ass like a drum, the sound of skin slapping and moans and whines filling the room. mostly yours. but you knew better to keep it on the low.
"shit, oh, mama!"
jungkook spreads your legs by the knees now, both your knees ending up on the sides of your head. his body leaned down to yours, breath fanning against your lips as he quite literally manhandled the fuck out of you.
the sex wasn't rough, though. it's like he didn't want to make it rough. but it felt so good. but he made sure to increase his pace at odd times just to rile you up.
"mm, haaaaaa!"
he knew you needed to come from clit stimulation though. so to make it easier, your husband moves your left leg to his right hand, his hand holding both your legs now as he fucked into you.
"oh my god, jungkook!"
immediately squeezing your eyes shut at the sudden stimulation on your clit, your breath hitches and toes curl. your husband rubs your clit in the form of an eight, pinching it then and there too.
"hmmmm, you're gonna cum?"
you nod repeatedly, eyes squeezed shut and feeling completely fucked. no pun intended.
"yeah? cum. cum so i can fuck it deeper into you." he rubs your clit faster, increasing his pace. you whine out loud as your sweet cum comes down, making your body shake under your husband's grasp. jungkook groans once your juices coat his dick as he fucks you through your orgasm.
"oh my god, i love you...so much!" you choke out, nails digging into your bedroom. shit, that was just what jungkook needed to release.
"fucking hell, say that again." he throws his head back, bringing both your legs up in the air again and pressed against eachother as he fucked into you.
"i love you!"
"ahh, shit, shit..." he groans, thrusts getting sloppier as he cums down your cunt. he collapses right next to you, hugging your thighs close by your knees. while both you and jungkook regain consciousness while laying on the bed for a few seconds, you also make sure to admire his afterglow and also to tuck a few of his hair strands away.
jungkook gets up fast though, but never misses to kiss your hand. he quickly grabs a tissue and cleans in between your legs.
you yawn, snuggling into the sheets.
"you just wanna go to sleep?"
you nod. but you get up, making a quick trip to the bathroom to pee. by the time you're back, the sheets are changed are new, neatly tucked too. your heart immediately warms as you smile widely, wrapping your arms around your husband and kissing his cheek.
"i love youuu!"
"i love you more, baby!" he pecks your pouty lips. he tells you to dress up while he goes to check on your baby. once he comes back, you're happily tucked in your bed with a big fat smile on your face.
"someone's feeling better, huh?" he scrunches his nose up.
"uhhuh!" you nod also, patting the vacant spot next to you on the bed. jungkook happily lays there, inviting you to lay in his arms.
"i love you, mama. god, i'm so crazy for you. thank you for all you're doing, honey."
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, piv, oral (male and female receiving), degradation, orgasm denial, edging, smut with no plot.
Mattheo Riddle
âAdd Ashwinder egg to a cauldron, then add horseradish and heatâ Mattheoâs voice sounded strained as your head bobbed down on his cock. The sound of your gagging muffled his words so you pulled away as he groaned.
âWhat kind of egg?â Your eyebrow raised as he tried to grab your hair and pull you back. You smack his hand as he gives you a desperate look.
âAshwinderâŠbaby pleaseâ he mutters and you lick the head flicking your tongue over it.
âWhatâs next?â You asked as your tongue moves down the length.
âAnemone?â Mattheo asks as he grabs the bedsheets, his head falls back as he groans. You sit straight up and he panics. âThyme? Occamy?â He grabs your wrist trying to pull you back, heâs aching and he bites your lip. Your head is shaking as you hop off, âRue!? IS IT FUCKING RUE!?â He calls after you but youâre already walking towards his door giving him a devilish smirk.
âYou really should studyâ you tease leaving him panting helplessly on the bed as he reaches for his potions textbook to find the recipe for Felix Felicis hoping he could still get lucky.
Theodore Nott
Your thighs burned, it was quite a workout. Theoâs head was thudding on the headboard as your rocked your hips back and forth on him. Your ministrations were slow and teasing. His knitted brow, mouth hanging slack as another low groan escaped his lips was worth how absolutely spent you were.
Just when you felt his legs begin to tighten you pulled away giving him a little slap on the cheek.
âAh fuckâ he muttered his eyes nearly rolling back as you ripped another climax away from him. He licked his lips as he looked at you half lidded, âNo more teasing, let me fill you upâ he muttered in his low voice.
âNoâ you said haughtily, âwhy donât you ask Astoria to?â. Your cheeks were flushed with defiance. You caught them talking, no flirting in the common room.
âI donât want her baby, I only want you bellaâ he said in nearly a whiny voice that made you grin.
You sunk back down on his aching, rigid cock as his lips let out another moan.
âThen say my name, and maybe Iâll let you comeâ you say and snap your hips forward to see if you can chase your own high before you take away his.
Lorenzo Berkshire
Enzo is flattered, tickled even when you tell him you want him to edge you. What the hell were you thinking? This boy researched. For hours. Reading articles, watching porn, asking his friends.
Your legs are tied to his bedposts, Enzo lays between them observing your impossibly wet pussy. Itâs been nearly an hour, your back arches as you desperately seek out a means to an end. His fingers swirl around your swollen clit, eliciting a loud moan from you.
Enzo chuckles and dips two fingers into your cunt, listening to how loudly you cry out from barely any movement. The past hour he has edged you so badly, you nearly begin to beg when he pulls away again.
He ghosts his finger over your sensitive bundle of nerves and you come. Hard. You clench around nothing as your body finally gives in at the faintest touch.
âHoly shit,â Enzo says in a low voice. He didnât mean for you to finish so soon, although just the sight of you letting go is enough to make him want more.
âLetâs do that againâ he says.
Draco Malfoy
âDonât be so impatient love,â Draco whispers as he slides his cock over your aching pussy.
âOnceâŠDraco I said it ONCE,â you whine and your eyes roll back as you bite your bottom lip. Earlier in the day he had tried to pull you away from a conversation with Enzo. You made the mistake of rolling your eyes and telling him to âstop being impatientâ.
You try and grind yourself up to meet him but he is quick to shove your hips down and onto the bed as he tuts.
âBaby pleaseâ you plead as he brushes a strand of hair out of your face.
âSo needy for me pretty girl,â he says and shoves himself forward making you gasp. A few strokes and heâs gone again leaving you nearly clawing at his back for more.
Blaise Zabini
It was time for revenge. After he made you fall apart in the Great Hall you knew you had to get your boyfriend back. It was Friday night and another party in the Slytherin common room was in full swing.
You had on a short, black bodycon dress, no panties. There was work to be done. When you spotted your boyfriend he was laughing with Draco, already a few drinks down.
âI need you babyâŠnow,â you muttered in his ear. He stood nearly immediately and began to lead you to his dorm. You shake your head and pull him down the hall, the sight of the broom closet makes him even more excited. Nothing gets him going like the taboo.
Heâs ravaging your lips, neck, chest. When his hands reach your thighs and he realizes you arenât wearing panties he groans loudly. You hitch your leg up on his waist as he fumbled with his belt. The two of you combined feverishly, he pushes into you with eager strokes.
Itâs not long until you hear his breath hitch and you pull away so quickly he is breathless with confusion. You pull away with a wink and open the door, he scrambles to cover himself.
âWhat am I supposed to do with this?â He asked loudly.
âSave it for later I guessâ you call back grinning.
Tom Riddle
âYou think,â Tom snapped forward making your hips bite into the desk, âyouâre so damnâŠ.â He pulled your hair making you flush to his chest, âfunnyâ.
To be fair it was funny. Tom was in the common room, talking to Mattheo and Draco when you sauntered over. You sat on his lap, your lips moving to his ear, âIâm so wet right now,â you mumbled to Mr. No PDA. Tomâs eyes widened as Draco and Mattheo smirked at you straddling his lap.
He dragged you to his room shortly after, immediately bending you over his desk. His hands yanking your panties to the side as he pushed into you at a punishing pace. You werenât mad about it, in fact itâs what you wanted.
âI am funny,â you tease defiantly. He pulls away turning you to face him. His eyes are pure rage, the quiet kind that actually makes you nervous. Tom lifts you onto the desk, he spread your legs and dropped to his knees, surprising you.
Under a vicelike grip on your thighs, he flutters his tongue softly, almost delicately. Tom does not usually go down on you, even though he is absolutely phenomenal at it. Within minutes youâre trembling, eyes rolling back so close to your orgasm you can nearly taste it.
Then he pulls away, wiping his mouth as he observes at your shocked face. Before you can protest he grins.
⥠pairing: jeon wonwoo x afab!reader
⥠theme: literally just smut idk
⥠wc: 1.4k
⥠warnings: swearing, softdom!wonwoo, sub!reader, praise kink, size kink, oral (m. & f. receiving), facesitting, unprotected piv sex (stay safe yâall), creampie, petnames (f. receiving - baby, good girl, etc.), gr8 aftercare, fluff at the end
⥠a/n: been having wonwoo brain rot lately and this is the result. enjoy <3
âLook at me.â
You look up at the handsome, bespectacled man you are currently on your knees for. Your teary eyes meet his, your mouth filled with his thick cock. You donât usually fuck on the first date, but youâve also never been on a date with someone like Wonwoo before.Â
âGood girl.â
His deep voice has become even deeper as your head moves up and down, swallowing him all the way to his base. He places his hand on your head, gently stroking your hair before he laces his fingers through it, pushing down on you so his cock slides into your throat. A moan escapes him as you choke on him, his hips slowly starting to move; the more his cock slides in and out of your mouth, the more he pushes down. Tears are streaming down your cheeks at this point, but thatâs nothing compared to how wet you have become.Â
Wonwoo grasps onto your hair, pulling your mouth off his spit-covered cock. He rests the head onto your puffy lips; you look up at him, awaiting his next instructions.Â
âMmm, you look so pretty like this,â he says as he places his hand under your chin, carefully but firmly grabbing onto your jaw.Â
He lets go, extending his hand to you. âStand up for me.â
You quickly obey, taking his hand. He pulls you up, his hands falling to your hips as you stand in front of him, wearing only the lacy matching bra and panties you decided to change into last minute before leaving your house - a choice youâre now very glad you made. He unhooks your bra and removes it, tossing it aside. Grabbing your ass he pulls you closer; your boobs now in his face, he begins to kiss them, his mouth making its way to your hardened nipple, swirling his tongue around it ever so softly before suddenly sucking on it. You involuntarily let out a moan at the sensation, your core dripping.Â
He grabs the elastic of your underwear, pulling them off. His fingers find your cunt, letting out a low hum as he takes in its wetness.Â
âFuck, so wet for me already baby,â he says as his fingertips lightly caress your clit, sending a chill up your spine.Â
You want so badly for his fingers to slip inside you and fill you up, but instead he lays down, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward his head now resting on the pillow.Â
âWanna taste you.âÂ
You kneel on the bed and swing your leg over, straddling his torso. You barely are on top of him before heâs pulling you toward his face. He quickly discards his glasses onto the nightstand before he grabs your hips and pulls you down onto him. You let out a whimper as his tongue meets your clit, then licks up and down your cunt, lapping up your wetness.Â
âOh fuck,â he groans, the vibrations from his mouth feeling incredible against your clit. âTastes so fucking good.âÂ
His arms wrap around you tightly, his face lost in your pussy. As he sticks his tongue into your cunt his nose presses perfectly against your clit, the stimulation driving you crazy. You cry out as he begins to suck on the sensitive bud - the burning sensation in your stomach building rapidly. You grip onto the headboard as you ride his face - youâre doing your best not to completely squish him, but he relentlessly grasps onto you, holding you against him as he eats you out as if he was absolutely starving. You feel so fucking good itâs almost unbearable.Â
âFuck- Iâm so close,â you manage to utter.Â
âCum for me baby,â he commands, barely audible as his mouth refuses to leave your cunt. He sucks on your clit with even greater intensity, sending you over the edge.Â
âGod, fuck- Iâm cumm-â You canât even finish your sentence. You cry out as the white-hot intensity flashes through you, your whole body shaking as you cum over his mouth. You ride out your orgasm on his face - his pace slows as you come down from your high, softly kissing your swollen clit, his chin covered in your juices. You run your hands through his hair before collapsing onto the bed next to him, wrapping your arms around his torso - he strokes your hair, planting a kiss on your forehead. Your fingertips lightly trace his stomach as your hand makes its way down to his cock; you feel it throb as you wrap your hands around its thickness. He groans as you give it a few slow pumps, precum leaking out of him.Â
Your eyes meet his, practically begging him to fuck you. He responds immediately by rolling over on top of you, his cock right in front of your entrance. You whine as you try to lower yourself onto him, but he pulls back slightly.Â
âSo desperate, so fucking pretty,â he says in a low voice as his lips hover above yours. âYou want me to fuck you? Fill your pretty pussy up with my cock?â
You nod eagerly. You need him inside you now.Â
âUse your words, baby.â
âPlease,â you whisper.Â
His tongue meets your open mouth, swirling around your lips before kissing you. You feel his tip meet your entrance, slowly pressing into you. You moan as his cock readily slips inside your soaked pussy - heâs cautious, inserting himself into you slowly, but you canât wait any longer. You push your hips down, taking more of him - you cry out at the overwhelming sensation as he fills you up.Â
âGod, youâre so big,â you whisper into his mouth, your lips barely apart from his.Â
âYou take me so well, such a good girl.â
You donât think you can feel any fuller, but he pushes his cock even further into you, stretching you out even more as his entire length now rests inside you. He slowly begins to fuck you, his tip hitting you in the perfect spot that drives you fucking crazy. As his thrusts increase in speed he laces his fingers into yours, pinning your hands above your head into the pillow. He doesnât stop kissing you.Â
The growing intensity is overpowering. You canât help but moan his name, which seems to really please him.Â
âThatâs right, baby.â His voice is deep and gravelly. âSay it louder.â
He fucks you even harder as you are nearly screaming his name now. Every single nerve in your body is on fire. Low grunts escape him as his climax draws closer.Â
âPlease cum in me,â you beg. He nods, his powerful thrusts taking both of you over the edge. His forehead rests against yours, his mouth slightly agape as he releases - you feel his cock pulsate inside you, filling you up with his cum. He finishes, his body relaxing onto you, his hands still interlaced with yours. He gives you several long, soft kisses, his cock resting inside you still.Â
âYouâre incredible,â he mutters, his voice low. âSo beautiful.â
You lay there, the immense pleasure still flowing through your body. Unable to speak, you wrap your hands around his broad torso, holding him against you.Â
You let out a small whimper at the empty feeling as he slowly removes his cock, his cum flowing out of you.Â
âStay right here,â he tells you gently. He gets up, the cool air of the room hitting you in the absence of his body warmth. He comes back quickly with a towel and begins to clean you up, his soft touch relaxing you even further. He finishes and climbs back into bed, pulling the blankets over the both of you as he curls up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you and drawing you in close. You let out a contented hum as the warmth of his skin greets you again.Â
âYouâre sleepy,â Wonwoo whispers into your ear, giving you a light squeeze.Â
You smile, letting out a quiet giggle. âMaybe just a little.â
He silently plays with your hair for a few moments before he speaks again.Â
âI think you should stay.â
Half-asleep already, you nod your head in agreement. You canât imagine anywhere else youâd want to be in this moment.Â
You feel his lips move against your skin as he smiles too.Â
ft. keisuke baji, chifuyu matsuno, takashi mitsuya, ken ryuguji, manjiro sano, shinichiro sano
KEISUKE BAJI
âare you kidding me? you know you canât sleep without me, so why even try?â he swiftly begins to collect the blankets and pillows youâve spread out on the couch, carrying them back to your shared bedroom. âwe donât have to talk about anything, just donât act as if it canât be solved.â
you sit on the edge of the couch, watching him putting all the blankets and pillows to their old places. sighs and huffs leave him as he moves around in the room, clearly still frustrated after the fight between you two, but he refuses to not sleep in the same room as you.
it doesnât take too long before you finally enter the bedroom to find him changing into a pair of sweatpants. âif i see you trying to make a bed for yourself there again, i will carry you here next time, so go sleep,â he says as he lays down under the covers, watching as you do the same.
you glance over at him, staying still on your back with your hand outside the blanket, making it easy for baji to reach for it with his own, intertwining your fingers together without saying a single word. he is slightly turned to his side, but his eyes are closed and you canât help but smile slightly, perhaps you might be able to solve the fight tomorrow or it may already be solved.
CHIFUYU MATSUNO
âhey, we donât have to do all this, okay? letâs go to bed and talk everything out before we go to sleep,â he kneels by the couch where youâre laying, putting his hand over your shoulder.
your back is turned to him and eyes shut close, trying to stay quiet as he keeps speaking, asking you to join him in your shared bed. maybe it would be for the best? would you ever really be able to sleep without him by your side? how can you even stay mad at him when heâs being sweet towards you even though the two of you were yelling at each other only an hour ago.
eventually, you begin to sit up and look down towards him. he reaches for your hand before leading you into the bedroom so the two of you can lay down beside each other.
âiâm sorry for overreacting,â you whisper as you lay on your side, keeping eye contact with him but he simply shakes his head, flashing you a light smile. âyou didnât, i get why we were both angry at each other, weâll do better next time weâre frustrated,â he strokes your cheek before leaning in to place a soft kiss to your lips. âas long as we solve it at the end of the day, itâll always be okay.â
TAKASHI MITSUYA
he tried, he really did try to fall asleep without you by his side, simply because he wanted to respect your privacy and allow you to be in your own little bubble, but he canât fall asleep. he can barely close his eyes as he can only think about you and how he shouldnât have raised his voice as much as he previously did. he needs to apologize and beg you to come to bed, otherwise he might break down and cry, not that he would admit it.
âhey baby, iâm sorry for earlier,â he whispers as he sits on the edge of the couch, stroking your leg lightly as you open your eyes to look at him. mitsuya looks back at you for a moment before wrapping both of his arms around your waist and helping you up into a sitting position before pulling you in for a warm hug.
he hides his face in the crook of your neck while holding onto you tightly. âweâre okay, right? iâm sorry for acting the way i did,â mitsuya speaks quietly and you lean further into him, closing your eyes while doing so. âweâre okay, iâm sorry too,â you mumble.
the two of you keep holding onto each other before he opens his mouth once again. âwill you come sleep in our bed?â he asks and you smile softly before nodding your head and following him into the bedroom you two share.
KEN RYUGUJI
he sighs as he watches you try to make a bed for yourself on the couch. his arms are crossed and heâs leaning against the wall, eventually rolling his eyes when you begin to walk towards the bathroom to brush your teeth. ken quickly grabs your arm, pulling you towards him so you cannot walk any further.
âyouâre not sleeping out here tonight,â he says and you stare back at him, trying to stay mad as the two of you look at each other. âyes i am, you donât have any control over me.â âi donât have control over you but i think we both know that we canât sleep without each other, so stop making a bed for yourself out here and sleep in the same bed as me.â
for a second, he almost looks unsure as he speaks. he bites at the inside of his cheek, waiting for your reply as he keeps holding your arm, afraid to let go. âam i allowed to brush my teeth?â you ask and he nods, loosening his grip on your arm so you can leave for the bathroom and he can get ready for bed. he still doesnât know if you will decide to join him or not, but he stays hopeful.
ken slides under the covers and looks towards the door right until it opens and you come inside. you donât say a word as you lay down beside him and he lets out a sigh of relief before moving slightly closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist like he always does. âiâm sorry,â he whispers as you rest your head on his chest. âi donât ever want to make you feel like you canât sleep in the same bed as me.â
you reach for his hand and intertwine your fingers with his, letting out a quiet hum. âi overreacted a little as well, itâs not all your fault. weâll just do better next time,â you admit and he nods, smiling gently as he holds you as close as he possibly can.
MANJIRO SANO
sleeping in a different room than your boyfriend was much more of a difficult task than you thought. you have come to the realization of how much his tight hugs and warm cuddles helped you fall asleep at night, how comforting they were. no matter how mad you previously were at him, you canât help but miss him, even though heâs only a room away and fortunately, he seems to be feeling the same.
he doesnât bother keeping quiet as he walks through the door and into the living room to find you on the couch, eyes wide open. manjiro tilts his head to the side for a quick second before taking a giant leap and jumping onto the couch, landing right on top of you so all the air in your lungs go out.
you canât help but giggle as he clings onto you, not wanting to be without you for another minute. he places a few kisses to your cheeks before resting his chin on your chest, looking up at you. ânever sleep out here again,â he mumbles before poking your cheek. âor i might die.â
he then proceeds to press his lips to yours for a quick kiss and you nod, reaching your hand to his head to gently brush your fingers through his messy blonde hair. âletâs never fight again,â you whisper and he hums in agreement, gripping your shirt as if his life depended on it. ânever again. i wouldnât be able to handle it.â
SHINICHIRO SANO
your boyfriend was never one who would yell at you nor raise his voice whenever you did something he didnât enjoy. instead he would try to act as if nothing was wrong, not wanting to communicate his feelings and this was something you didnât like. he always pretended like everything was okay as if he canât speak to you about his feelings, so you eventually decided to ask him what was wrong and after lots of convincing to speak, he couldnât take it anymore. he lost it completely, yelling in your face and asking you to leave him alone.
perhaps this was your own fault for pushing him so far, so you decided that it was best to let him be alone for as long as he needed. he never usually snapped like this, so you quickly understood that something must be wrong, but thereâs no idea in trying to help him when he doesnât want you there. so youâre now on the couch, just awoken from your sleep as you turn to your side and notice shinichiro sano sitting on the floor with his head on the edge of the couch.
you shake his shoulder lightly to wake him up and he quickly does, instantly looking up at you with tired eyes and messy hair. you move a little so thereâs space for him to lay down beside you on the couch which he quickly does. he puts his arms around you and buries his face into the crook of your neck as tears begin to flow down his cheeks. âiâm sorry, iâm so sorry for yelling at you. i know you just want whatâs best for me and i shouldnât have treated you like that, iâm so sorry,â he sniffles.
âitâs okay, shin. iâm sorry for trying to pressure you into talking, but it really does help if you would communicate your feelings to me. i always want to know whenever youâre feeling down or if thereâs something iâve done that you donât like. i wonât ever get mad at you for any of that, so thereâs no need to hold your feelings back, okay?â you stroke his head and he nods frantically as he grips onto you tightly.
you place a kiss to the top of his head and cup his cheeks so heâll look up at you. he wipes his tears away and takes a deep breath as you give him a sweet smile. âare you feeling better now?â you ask and he nods. âmhm, thank you. i will make it up to you tomorrow, letâs just cuddle and sleep now, i missed you so much.â
feel like bunny!reader would get so deep in subspace cause rafe was gone all day that she is BEGGING HIM to put the pink bunny tail plug in and heâs just like đđ
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rafe is instantly on edge when he arrives home and hears you sniffling.
he had been handling business all day, going from investor to investor, meeting to meeting. he didnât like that he had to leave you alone, and not because you missed having eachother around, no â he was a grown man, he could handle that. he didnât like not being around incase something happened to you. heâd get so paranoid that sometimes heâd even send topper, or someone of the same genre to check on you, make sure everything was okay at tannyhill.
the sound of you sniffling sadly made alarm bells ring in his head, and he set down his briefcase of money and pushed his way into your bedroomâ nearly jumping when you ran straight into him in the doorway, manicured nails struggling to keep ahold on his shirt.
âhey, talk. why are you crying?â he pulls you back urgently, needing to get to the nitty gritty of the problem so that he could fix it as fast as possible. if someone had made you cry, he would be out that door in a moments notice.
âcouldnâtâ couldnât do it!â you warble, now pressing your wet cheek to his chest for comfort. he peels you away, hands on your shoulders as he frowns.
âdo what? i need details here, kidâ mânot a mind reader.â
you let out another cry and force yourself to stand back, pointing pathetically towards the bed. on his sheets lays your buttplug, the pink fluffy tail of it a lonesome puff on the large sleeping space with the metal end lubed up, sat alone. âwant it in.â when you speak next, your voice rasps brokenly, projecting you no more above a whisper. his shoulders relax as he exhales, the slight panic of seeing you so upset leaving him.
âyou know you really scared me, dumbass. get on the bed. on your belly.â he flicks his arm out in a point before pinching at his nose bridge, letting you scramble to lay on your front with your dress flipped up. he lazily drops onto one knee on the mattress, your body bouncing slightly with his weight and he yanks your dress higher. âyou couldnât get it in? thatâs the problem?â he lifts the plug, inspecting it before pulling your ass cheek apart, tapping your thigh. âcâmon, open these.â he adds in a murmur and you oblige, still sniffling as you spread your legs on request.
âsâtoo hard.â you continue to cry, frustrated with your attempts.
âokay, okay. relax, yeah? youâyou got me now, daddies here.â you feel the cool plug press to your puckered hole and you squirm with a mewl, not expecting it. ârelax, i said.â he presses a spare hand to your lower back and you do, but you cry all the same.
as soon as he pushes it in, you go limpâ letting out a sleepy hum as he makes sure itâs in properly. âthere. jesus, all that fuss for what, huh?â
you sniff, pushing up shakily onto your hands as you try and help yourself up. âjust neededââ
âjust needed daddy to get you right, yeah i know. do everything around here, donât i?â you hear his tone lighten up just a tad, pulling your elbow so you wind up on his chest, head resting beneath his chin. he doesnât say anything for a bit, just lets your breathing regulate.
âgotta stop scaring me like that, alright? when you cry iâi donât know what to think.â
âsorry, just canât think properly when i miss you.â you slur, rubbing your cheek against him as if collecting his warmth.
âmm,â he hums and the rumble is deep against your ear. âthats that fuckinâ bunny brain right there. right?â he taps the side of your head with the back of his knuckle like heâs knocking and you nod. âlucky i do all the thinking for the two of us so shit always works out.â
summary: when you and matt first started dating, you made a rule, that you two would never go to sleep mad at each other, but tonight a heated argument breaks that rule.
me and matt don't fight often, in our 4 months of being together we've only bickered, aside from the odd big argument. we always make up by the end of the day because of our rule. never fall asleep angry with each other.
9:48pm
"matt i promise, i didn't mean to." i sigh, i'm exhausted after our arguing, which has been going on for 45 minutes.
"you didn't mean to search my phone, im sure." he scoffs, grabbing his phone and checking the time.
"i fucking didn't matt, your phone was being spammed every 2 seconds so i picked it up, then you came in, its not my fault it looked different from how it actually was."
i say, my voice raising as i go to walk away, but matt grabs my wrist, yanking me back towards him. "so all the other apps that had been opened weren't you hm?"
he says glaring down at me, matt never loosens his painful grip, i don't think he even realises he's hurting me. his rings leave red marks on my arm.
"im going to sleep matthew." i say, my voice barely audible and wobbling.
matt's grip softens, allowing me to pull away.
i run upstairs, slamming the door to the bedroom behind me as i hold back my tears.
i rarely cry, matt's only seen me cry a handful of times meaning its a shock for him each time i do.
i strip down to just a tank top and panties before crawling into bed, shutting my eyes, hoping to sleep off the built-up frustration inside me.
just as i feel myself drifting to sleep the door swings open, followed by matt's angry stomps. he rips down the covers and plops himself in, before yanking them back up.
after a few minutes i roll over, matts back is facing me. i reach out a hand to grab his, he pushes me off. "dude don't fucking touch me?" matt says, somehow moving further away from me.
that'll do it.
i climb out of bed, grabbing my pillow as i walk over to the small basket in the corner of our room, filled with blankets from our previous movie nights. i pull up a blanket into my arms as tears fill my waterline. matt flicks on the lamp which rests on our bedside table, a warm yellow light fills the room.
"what the fuck are you doing this time." matt says, squinting his eyes.
i erupt into sobs, my face scrunching as tears soak my face. through my blurred vision, i can partially see concern and worry painted across matts face. i have a pillow under my arm, a blanket in my other and im clutching matts pug stuffed animal, which we share now.
i walk out of the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind me before sprinting downstairs, i place my pillow down on the small couch, and lay down, pulling the grey blanket over me and cuddling the pug to my chest, which shortly gets damp from my tears.
11:34pm
i dont know how long ive been asleep, or even where i am, but i'm woken up from matts arms around me, holding me in a bridal position. "matt..?" i say, looking up at him through my swollen eyes.
"i know gorgeous, theres no heating down here its too cold for you sweetheart." matt says, his voice soft and quiet.
my eyebrows furrow, did we even fight? or did i dream it? i look down at my wrist, which is red from where matt grabbed me earlier,
we fought.
matt carries me upstairs, his grip on me is so gentle i cant even comprehend how I'm being held up right now.
he opens our bedroom door with his elbow, the room is pristine, cleaner than I've ever seen it. "why is it so tidy in here.." i squeeze out, my voice raspy. matt clears his throat "oh-.. uh couldn't sleep so i cleaned.."
he pulls back the covers, readjusting the pillow with one hand before laying me down. "do you want me to come in the bed with you or are you happy by yourself.." matt says, his voice timid.
"you can come in.." i say, wide awake now and fully aware of everything thats happened in the past 3 hours.
matt lies down next to me, his body tense.
"im really sorry, i feel so guilty." matt says, tilting his head to look over at me. i nod, "it was my fault too." i say, fidgeting with my nails.
"no its not, i overreacted so much i don't even know what went over me, i regret it so much." matts voice shakes.
"i feel like shit for even touching you." matt says, "and i'm sorry for waking you up but i didnt want to break our rule.."
"huh?" i say, looking over at him, our eyes making eye contact.
"no going to bed angry with eachother.." he says with a small laugh.
i roll over to face him, a wide smile spread across my face. "oh matt.." i say, climbing ontop of him and laying down, burying my face on his shoulder and wrapping my arms around, underneath him.
he hugs me back with a sigh of relief, but somethings different,
"matt! where are your rings?" i say, sitting up on his torso and grabbing his hand.
"i couldn't even look at them without feeling guilty, i know they dug into your arm.."
summary: harry is your roommate, best friend ⊠and crush ïżœïżœïżœïżœ heâs finally broken up with his girlfriend and youâre struggling to hide how you feel about him. loosely based on the song!!
warnings: none! fluffy fluff, teeny tiny bit of angst, mentions nudity
wordcount: 2.7k
a/n: i am a loud & proud olivia rodrigo stan sooo naturally i had to write something. itâs silly and cheesy and short! but i hope you enjoy!!
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âGuess who I saw today?â
âWho?â You didnât even need to look up from your book to know Harry was about to throw himself down on the end of your bed, his coat and shoes still on. Every time you got home before him heâd bound into your room like a little labrador, too excited to see you to even drop his stuff down first.
âNo, you have to guess.â
âCouldâve been anyone, H,â you told him, feigning reluctance as you closed your book and looked up at him. The second you heard his key rattling in the door youâd wait for the sound of your door bursting open, the butterflies in your stomach coming to life. But youâd never let him know that, so every day youâd pretend it was an annoyance to have him perched at your feet.
âThink of someone you really donât like,â he persisted, a toothy grin nestled between his dimpled cheeks.
âLiterally could be anyone.â
âCome on! Blonde hair, tall, prettyâŠâ
Of fucking course. His stupid, evil, awful ex girlfriend. And naturally, the only way you could react to hearing about her was to reach over and shove him before crossing your arms over your chest. âOw! What was that for?â Harry laughed, rubbing at his upper arm.
âI was having such a nice day. And then you have to come in and mention that.â It was massively childish, but you couldnât help but feel violent every time you heard about her. She was fine for the most part, maybe a little too conceited for your taste, but sheâd made Harry happy. But youâd watched from the outside as Harry went through relationships, and he always morphed into whatever version of himself he thought the girl would prefer. He stopped being your Harry, and your friendship would suffer for it. But you couldnât say anything, could never treat his girlfriends with anything but a polite smile and quick conversation, unless you wanted to out yourself as a jealous little girl. And you definitely didnât want to do that.
This time, however, the ability to hate her had been handed to you on a silver platter when she decided to go home with one of Harryâs friends on a night out. You were his shoulder to cry on, the one to make him smile again after days of moping around. So you had full permission to hate her, and you were relishing in it - as much as you could while still tiptoeing around Harryâs aching heart.
âShe wants to meet for a coffee this week,â he told you, scrunching his eyes tight as he waited for another shove. When nothing came, he squinted over to see you rubbing at your temples. âAre you gonna?â you asked, brows furrowed as you imagined the two of them back together.
âAm I allowed?â Harry teased, turning round to lay on top of you, his face only inches from yours. âYouâre a grown man, H. Couldnât stop you even if I wanted to,â you told him, your voice void of any emotion.
âDunno if itâs a good idea. She might find me too irresistible and then Iâll have to deal with that,â he grinned, not noticing the change in your face. You looked down as you felt your lip start to quiver, too proud to show how your heart sank. âI need to shower, H. Dinner after?â you asked, slipping out from under him and dragging your heavy limbs towards the door. He looked over at you with round, questioning eyes, only to be met by silence and a weak smile as you headed for the bathroom.
You barely got the door shut behind you before the tears came, hot and heavy drops rolling down your cheeks. You knew you couldnât have Harry, but every minute spent with him had your heart breaking over and over again. Every little cuddle, every touch, lit you up with a fire that burned to the bones. But then youâd see the way he acts with a girlfriend, the way he loved someone, and all those moments you shared seemed silly and infantile. He was your best friend, nothing more and nothing less.
You sank to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest as the sobs wracked your body. Youâd tried so hard to push away the feelings, to convince yourself that you were just confused and overwhelmed. Heâs a friend, heâs a friend, heâs a friend, echoing around your mind. But deep down, you knew that no one could ever compare to Harry. He was yours, the only one to ever steal a piece of your heart.
âY/n? Mâcoming in.â You froze as Harryâs voice came from the other side of the door, clamping a hand over your mouth to hold the sobs in. âIâm naked,â you called out, scrambling to your feet and wiping away your tears with your sleeve. But he opened the door anyway, stopping in the doorway when he saw your tear-stained face. âDidnât even turn the shower on yet,â he muttered, glancing over at it.
âWhyâre you crying?â
âMânot,â you whispered, choking out a giant sob as you turned your face away from Harry, sinking down onto the edge of the bath.
âQuite clearly are. Move,â he ordered, swatting you away before reaching to turn on the taps.
âWhat are you-â
âIf youâre sad, Iâm sad. And I like having a bath when Iâm sad,â Harry shrugged, turning around to grab one of your bath bombs.
âI was gonna shower, you canât-â, between the sobs, your confusion and the need for Harry not to know why you were crying, you could barely string a sentence together.
And when Harry pulled off his t-shirt, you were even more lost for words, left with your mouth gaping and only air coming out. âJoining me?â he asked, tipping too much bubble bath into the steamy water - something youâd have to scold him for later.
âIâm not getting in with you,â you told him, once youâd finally got a grip on your brain.
âJust get under the bubbles. And you can close your eyes when I get in.â
âNo way.â You hugged your arms over your chest, drawing your swollen bottom lip into your mouth as you watched a shirtless Harry mix the bubble bath into the water. The way his muscles flexed, the tattoos littered across his tanned, slender frame. His skin always looked perfect, not Barbie doll smooth but irresistibly soft. Your fingers took on a mind of their own, slowly reaching out to touch him before he turned around with a smug grin. âFine, go away then while I have my nice relaxing bath.â
âI want a bath,â you whispered, barely audible over the running water splashing into the tub. âWhat was that, angel?â Harry grinned, moving his towel onto the toilet seat. âI want a bath,â you told him, louder now, a tiny smile dancing on your lips.
Harry grabbed a hold of one of your hands, tugging you closer to the bathtub. He turned you around before pulling your t-shirt over your head, leaving you in just your little pyjama shorts. Just the brush of his fingertips against your bare torso sent chills down your spine. âMânot looking. Tell me when youâre in,â Harry told you, dropping your t-shirt to his feet.
You pushed your pyjama shorts and panties down your legs, checking behind you to see if Harry really wasnât watching. True to his word, he had his eyes scrunched tight and his hand clenched over them. Youâd seen each other in bathing suits and underwear so many times before, but being naked in the same room as Harry felt beyond weird. Youâd never been overly shy about your body, especially with someone who made you feel as pretty and as comfortable as Harry did, but this would add a whole new layer to your friendship - and you didnât know if youâd survive it. Still, you sunk into the bathtub and pulled the mass of bubbles to your end, trying to keep your breasts under the water before you told Harry he can look. âItâs really hard to make bubbles stay put, H,â you told him, screwing up your face as you tried to hold them steady.
He was laughing as he pulled his trousers and socks off, great big guffaws tumbling out every time the bubbles tried to escape your grip. âWant me to turn the lights down a bit? Then itâs harder to see,â he shrugged, nodding towards the light switch. You nodded, grateful that he cared enough to make sure you were 100% comfortable. It was one of the things that first drew you to Harry, and definitely what you valued most about him. He was always so kind, always caring, so willing to put anyoneâs needs above his own - and thatâs why relationships always changed him.
âClose your eyes then,â he said, mockingly holding two hands in front of his bulge. You rolled your eyes, finally starting to lighten up as the hot water washed over you. When Harry reached out to swat at your nose, you closed your eyes tight. You felt him stepping into the bathtub after a minute, his long legs slotting down your left-hand side.
âHi,â he smiled when you opened your eyes. âGonna tell me what upset you now?â
âItâs really not a big deal,â you told him, your voice small.
âIt is if it made you that upset,â Harry countered, placing a gentle hand on your calf, his thumb rubbing against the soft skin.
You paused for a moment, trying to think of what you wanted to say and how to say it. âIt just- she doesnât deserve you, H. Anyone who hurts you like that doesnât deserve any of your time and respect.â Your eyes dropped to the water as you spoke, your body frozen. Harry opened his mouth to reply, but as soon as he did, you needed to say more. âYou were really sad, Harry. It sucked for you and it sucked for me too because I donât like seeing you like that. Iâll always be there for you, you know that, but I canât just sit and wait for her to hurt you like that again. Not when you know sheâs capable of it.â
You watched the smaller bubbles popping one by one by one, suddenly anxious in the silence that followed your speech. You hated going against Harry, putting your two cents into something that really didnât concern you, but sometimes he needed to hear it.
âI know,â he replied finally. âBut do you think that because you donât like her?â
âHarry, no! I donât like her because she did that to you.â
âYou were never her biggest fan,â he shrugged, his brows knitted when you finally pulled your eyes up to meet his.
âShe changed you, H. You were different with her, less you. Everything is so surface level with her, itâs looks and Instagram likes and whoâs got trouble with who. Thereâs no substance, nothing deeper.â
Harryâs thumb halted as he shook his head, his jaw clenching slightly. âIt doesnât always have to be deeper,â he sighed, rubbing at his chin with his free hand.
âI know itâs not my place but you need someone who brings out the best in you, you need-â
A bitter laugh from Harry stopped you in your tracks, your mouth snapping closed as a chuckle slipped out of his. He met your questioning gaze with a tiny smirk. âShe always used to say you were jealous of her.â
You could feel the tears collect on your bottom eyelashes again as he said it, the words stinging like barbed wire sinking into your skin. How could you even respond? âHarry-â was all you could manage before your mouth ran dry.
âI donât wanna fight with you, y/n,â he told you, his voice soft as he reached out for your hand. âCome here,â he whispered, tugging at your fingertips. âIâm- we-â you started, gesturing between your bare bodies with your free hand, eyes practically bulging out of your head. âDoesnât matter,â Harry said, motioning for you to turn around.
Somewhat reluctantly, you did, leaning back into his body until your back hit your chest. You were exposed in every sense, your chest sitting just above the waterline and your heart on your sleeve. Harry wrapped an arm around your torso, his delicate touch careful not to go anywhere it shouldnât.
âTruth is I probably need someone like you. Only one to make me happy on a shitty day, only one who gives me any effort,â he murmured, his voice so low that if he wasnât speaking directly into your ear, you wouldnât have heard him. Your heart quickened as he spoke, your pulse pounding against your inner wrists. âIâm not- I donât have anything that she-â you choked out.
âSâa good thing, no?â Harry asked, turning his head just slightly until his lips brushed tentatively against your earlobe. âNo, Harry. You need more, you need-â
âYou,â he finished for you. âJust say the word and Iâm yours, angel.â
It was like someone had handed you everything you ever wanted on a silver platter, all you had to do was reach out and take it. But it wasnât that easy. If anything went south, you risked losing Harry forever. You shuffled back out of his grip, turning to sit in front of him, perched on your knees. You couldnât even bring yourself to care about him seeing your body, your words willing themselves from your lips. âIf anything went wrong Harry, I donât want to lose you,â you whispered, blinking to keep the tears at bay.
âWhat would go wrong? We know we get along, we have the same traits and the same values. Weâre already doing life together,â he reached out a hand to cup your cheek as he spoke, his eyes laced with nothing but earnestness.
âI donât want to be your consolation prize.â
âNever. Never ever, I swear. I thought about it for a while but it never really clicked until now.â
You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as Harry spoke, desperately needing to figure out if it was all a dream. The sensation of his touch, the sound of his voice, the gentle heat of the water â it all felt too real to be a dream. But a part of you couldn't shake the feeling that this moment was too perfect, too surreal to be true. You hesitated, unsure if you should dare to believe in the fairytale unfolding between the two of you.
As if he could see the cogs turning in your head, Harry dropped his hand from your cheek, entwining your fingers in yours instead. He squeezed lightly, the corners of his lips turning up into a little smile. "I'm here, y/n," he whispered. "This is real, promise." His words were a lifeline in the sea of doubt that threatened to consume you. Even if it was a dream, it was a dream you never wanted to wake up from.
âItâs all I ever wanted,â you confessed, allowing yourself to give into the fantasy for at least a little while. You fought the urge to search for the hidden cameras, check the date to make sure it wasnât an April Fools prank. Harry was a goof, but you were a thousand percent sure he wouldnât play with your feelings like that.
âJust say the word,â he repeated, his husky voice laced with sincerity and longing.
âI want this,â you whispered, clutching onto Harryâs hand as if you could fall off the Earth at any minute. His face erupted into a grin so cheesy that you couldnât help but mirror it, eyes locked onto his as he closed the distance between the two of you.
Harryâs lips met yours softly, as if he were waiting for the other shoe to drop. But you melted into him, the air nearly knocked out of your lungs by the urgency and desire behind his soft movements. He pulled away after a minute, his forehead pressed to yours as he searched your eyes for any sign that you wanted to stop. Although all Harry was met with was a sparkle in your gaze, and a further few pecks landing on his lips. âShouldâve done this a long time ago,â he murmured against your mouth, his hands splaying across your back. âShouldâve done it before you got me naked,â you teased, succumbing once again to his kiss.
rrrr i really donât know how i feel about this but i wanted to get something out
Warnings: strong language, crying, Wife!reader x Husband!Simon Riley, FLUFFđ€
Nothing was going right for you todayâŠ
Everything was just pissing you off and by the end of the day you just wanted to curl up in your bed and cry.
It was a rainy Tuesday night and you were a wandering around the kitchen, cleaning and sipping on some tea when your husband came home from work.
âHey loveâŠâ he sighed as he slips his mask off his face. He was clearly tired from a long and rough day at the base.
You just grumbled out a quiet âhiâ as you finished wiping the kitchen bench down.
Simon scoffs, a little surprised at your grumpy answer.
âWhat the fucks up your ass tonight?â He smirks, walking over towards you with his arms out to hug you.
You just glare up at him angrily before storming off to your shared room.
Simon stands there confused and a little concerned. Heâs never seen you so cold and angry towards him before.
Meanwhile you are laying, face down in your bed and sobbing.
You couldnât handle the stress of the day anymore and you just snapped.
After a few minutes you hear the bedroom door creak open and a pair of heavy footsteps entering the room.
You feel the bed dip next to you and thatâs when you lift your head.
You look up at Simon with tears streaming down your red and puffy cheeks.
He puts a hand on your back, his thumb gently rubbing small circles.
Part of him feels awkward and a little confused on what happened or what he did but the other half feels sympathy and a need to hold you and make you feel better.
Simon clears his throat, âdo you, uhâŠwant me to stay or go?â He asks a little unsure of what to do.
You pout your lips, attempting to hold back tears before choking out a broken âstayâ and reaching your arms out to hug him.
He pulls you onto his lap, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as you continue to sob.
His hands wrap around your waist, rubbing soft circles on your back.
âRough day?â He asks softly.
You nod, whimpering softly.
âMe too, lovieâŠme too. Its okayâŠitâll be okay.â
Your crying and whimpering slowly comes to a stop and you feel your body relax into your husbands arms as he places soft kisses on your head.
âMâsorry Simon,â you sniffle, looking up at him.
âNo need to be sorry, sweetheartâŠwe all have our days.â He whispers soothingly, gently brushing fallen strands of hair out of your face.
âWhat do ya say we relax in bed and watch a movie or somethinâ? Maybe we can order food.â He gives you a playful smile.
The rest of your night was spent cuddled up to Simon, eating take out while watching the most cheesy roncoms you could find.
Moments like these were so precious to both you and Simon.
Just spending time together like a normal couple and enjoying each otherâs presence.
A/N: SO SORRY I HAVENâT POSTED IN AGES!!! Iâve been so busy with dancing and school and work, and on top of that the 400 assignments I have dueâŠbut I had to make time to do things I enjoy like writing. So I hope you enjoyed this little scenario I came up with <3
âsummary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
âpairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader
ârating: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters have mature content)
âgenre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff
âwarnings: mentions of throwing up/having a hangover, cursing, mentions of cheating for an exam, Sam Hwang (long, blond hair skz Hyunjin is who I had in mind for Sam), jealousy, alcohol, explicit content: mentions of jungkook fingering oc with his cum, of oc having sex with hobi
âword count: 12.1k
âa/n: the end of the power outage :') hope you guys love this one <3 thank you to @moonleeai for beta-ing, you're the best <3
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Saturday, February 16thÂ
It takes most of Saturday before the power comes back on. Youâve been anticipating the sun slipping under the horizon, wanting it to disappear so that you can go back to what it was like yesterday night. Because, when the sun rose this morning, Jungkook disentangled himself from you, and he hasnât touched you since then.
Maybe because he too realized the enormity of what you did yesterday. But youâve been expecting the sunset, hoping it would bring you back to what yesterday night wasâŠ
The lights in your apartment flicker to life as you sit on the couch, under your bed cover and Jungkookâs. Youâve been reading a book â heâs still on that same book you saw him read on Thursday â and you blink a few times as if not quite believing that the power is back.
That whatever happened between you and Jungkook will now have to be put in the past.
âFinally,â Jungkook says, and he turns his head towards you, as if expecting you to agree.Â
You donât say anything, pursing your lips as your eyes dip down to your book, remaining stuck on a word that doesnât make any sense to you.
If Jungkook senses your unease, he doesnât let it show. Instead, he says, âCan I turn on the TV? I miss having some sound around here.â
So heâs not leaving. For some reason, you expected he would. It reassures you, and you offer him a smile.
âSure,â you answer. âBut donât put on one of your lame anime.â
Jungkookâs mouth falls open, and he frowns in offence, fake or real. You canât really tell, because it makes you laugh, and the moment you start laughing, the expression melts on Jungkookâs face, replaced by a softer look.
âAnime isnât lame, Iâll have you know,â he says. âYou just donât know how to enjoy superior cinematography.â
You cock an eyebrow. âOh, canât I, now?â
He nods forcefully, and he grabs the remote control where it was abandoned on the coffee table. âIâll show you an anime youâll actually like.â
âGood luck,â you tease.
He throws you a no-bullshit look. âAs if I need any luck.â
You hate that he was right. You hate that, a little under two hours later, youâre crying, trying to hide it from Jungkook. Though, when you glance towards him, you see fat tears rolling down his cheeks, and it makes you forget all about your own tears.
âAre you crying?â you ask, voice so surprised it startles even you.
âI canât help it!â Jungkook lets out. âI love this movie.â
âJeon Jungkook crying over some anime?â you tease, and you start laughing. âWhy is that so adorable?â
Jungkook chuckles, drying his cheeks. âYou think Iâm adorable?â
The way he says it makes you flush red, and you quickly look away. âNo. But crying over the movie Your Name is.â
âYou just said that Iâm adorable,â Jungkook singsongs.
You shake your head. âI did not.â
âYou did.â
âYouâre annoying.â
Jungkook bursts out laughing, and he gently pinches your cheek. You try to shrug him off, but when his fingers linger on your cheek, you turn to meet his gaze.Â
You donât think you were ready for the seriousness of his features. Because it feels like you hit a wall of bricks, and your own smile slowly dies down.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, and you gulp around the sudden lump in your throat.
Jungkook frowns, and his hand falls on top of the blankets between you and him. âNothing?â
He says it like a question, and it makes you worry at your bottom lip. You wait for him to say more, but his gaze slides away to the TV screen. An awkward silence rises between the two of you, and you think this is it.
This is where the little idyllic whatever-it-was ends.
âWe canât pretend weâre just doing this for warmth anymore,â Jungkook says matter-of-factly.Â
âRight,â you let out.
He nods once, and he flashes you a grin, though itâs lacking the authenticity of the smiles heâs shared with you since the start of the power outage. âSo, letâs go back to normal now.â
He says it as if itâs the simplest thing in the universe, and it strikes deep. You wonder, were you the only one who felt like you did?Â
Did you imagine the whole thing?
You must have. Because a moment later Jungkook is getting up from the couch, claiming he wants to check if the gym has power as well and go work out if he can. You watch him go, dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.
Not wanting to admit that him leaving like that, him pretending that he doesnât care, hurts. But then again, heâs Jeon Jungkook â why would he care?
When he comes back to the living room with his gym bag and phone in hand, Jungkook offers you a smile. Itâs tentative, fake, and you wonder if he put a mask on.
Because this is not the man youâve spent the last two days with.
âGym has power, so I guess Iâll see you later,â he says.
You swallow the lump in your throat, nodding once. âOkay.â
He doesnât say anything else, instead moving to the closet to grab his coat from it. Heâs put his boots on by the time he glances towards you again, and he offers you a smirk. âDonât miss me too much, peach.â
You want to punch him for that sentence alone. It feels like it means more. It feels like heâs telling you, âYes, I put my mask back on. What will you do about it?â And you know there is nothing you can do. Heâs Taehyungâs best friend, and though youâve enjoyed the days youâve spent with him, they werenât real life.
And though the wake-up call is unwanted, you think you badly needed it.Â
So you nod once, letting your lips grow into your own smirk, before you reply, âDonât worry, thereâs nothing to miss.â
You see it in his eyes. The temporary flash of hurt, or maybe insult. But he pushes it away, just as well as you, and just like that you know he wanted you to say something, wanted you to chase him. But you donât chase men â the last time you did left you with a severe fear of running into a certain Sam Hwang. So you donât do it anymore, and you think itâs more peaceful that way.
Because no matter how great hanging out with Jungkook was, you know itâs just a matter of time before Taehyung comes back and you have to return to your previous distant relationship.
Sunday, February 17th
âBitch, you went full-on MIA,â Ria says. âYou canât tell me nothing happened.â
Youâre in a study room at the library, and Ria has been bothering you ever since Jungkook showed up to his shift, nodding stiffly at the sight of you. Youâd waved, and heâd smiled, but heâd then wandered off to do whatever it is that his job here implies.
Obviously, Ria noticed the exchange, and she really doesnât want to let it go.
âGenuinely nothing did,â you say, shrugging your shoulders. âHeâs Taeâs best friend.â
âBut heâs Jungkook,â she counters, sighing dreamily. âThe rumours about him in bedâŠâ
You flush red, and you throw an eraser at Ria, who starts cackling like sheâs crazy. âShut the fuck up,â you tell her.
âNo but,â she insists. âYouâre blushing. You cannot tell me nothing happened.â
âBut I am,â you answer. âDrop it. Iâm only blushing because you want to talk about his sex life rumours.â
âI hardly call it a rumour when Shellyâs been so vocal about it.â
It takes you a moment to connect the dots. A moment too long, but then you remember the texts Jungkook had received.Â
Shelly. The girl he ghosted on Valentineâs Day because he was with you. Because you ended up kissing him, straddling his lap on a kitchen chair, and heâd later fingered you with his cum.
You push the thought away. You push it so far away you wish youâd forget it, and then you reply, âWhoâs Shelly?â
âSheâs the two-doors-down dorm neighbour, remember?â Ria supplies. âThe one we got shitfaced drunk with before Halloween last semester.â
You barely remember the girl. All that you can think about is her dark skin and the pretty almond eyes that had lured you to your demise. Indeed, youâd thrown up before youâd even reached the party, and to this day itâs still the worst hangover youâve had in your whole life.
Because obviously, she provided you with plenty enough of shots at the party after that, too.
Itâs strange. To realize that you know the girl Jungkookâs been fucking. Before he fucked youâŠ
Another thought you push away. Because did he really? The distance thatâs reappeared between you and him is a clear indication that you probably just dreamed up the whole thing.
âDonât remind me of the Halloween party,â you whine, and Ria bursts out laughing.
âNot your proudest moment.â
You jokingly glare at her, and then you look down at your laptop again. âWhereâs Nabi anyway?â
Ria laughs. Itâs an innocent laugh, a laugh that means sheâs up to no good. Your eyes immediately snap up to her face, and you lean towards her. âWhat?â
âNot telling you,â she says.
âNo way.â When she remains silent but grins wildly, you add, âNo fucking way! When?â
âFriday.â
You squeal, and even though youâre in a study room, you earn a disapproving look from the girl sitting at the table outside. You wince in apology, and then meet Riaâs gaze again.
âWhat did they do?â
âThey went on a walk,â Ria admits.Â
You wonder if they saw you and Jungkook. Though you figured you would have heard about it if they did.
âAnd?â
Ria shrugs. âShe told me she wanted to tell you herself.â
âBruh.â
Ria laughs at your expense. âYou should have just come yesterday, she would have told you everything. But no, you were too busy doing God knows what with Jungkook, but obviously nothing happenedâŠâ
Your eraser is gone when you reach for it to chuck it at Riaâs face. âHoly fuck, let it go,â you groan, but all she does is laugh.
Because if there is one thing that can describe Ria well, itâs her easy laugh. Indeed, you think thatâs why you became so close to her so quick â sheâs good at changing your mind, at making you smile. And though she definitely is able to have a serious conversation if needed, sheâs also easy going, and itâs a relief to have a friend like that when your other closest friend is anxious as can be.
But you love Nabi to no end as well, needless to say.
âIâll let it go if I can also find someone to fuck,â she says, sighing dramatically. âItâs unfair that youâre both getting some when the last time I did was in December.â
âIâm not getting some,â you grumble, resting your arms on the desk in front of your laptop so that you can hide your face in them.
âHobi?â Ria lets out.
Youâd forgotten all about Hoseok. It surprises you so much that you straighten, meeting her gaze. âOh. Right.â
She snorts at your expression, before saying, âI tried hitting on Yoongi, but that guyâs colder than ice.â
âHe is,â you agree, nodding your head. âBut Iâm sure heâs a good guy if you make it through all the ice.â
âNot my type,â Ria says. âI donât want to have to chase.â
âAmen!â
On that note you both burst out laughing, before focusing on your studies again. You both have midterms next week, and though the power outage was a needed respite, you need to get your mind in the game again. At least both of your exams arenât in your hardest class, especially considering Namjoon provided you and Nabi with a⊠rather well-guided study guide for the biochem midterm.
Not that youâll look at it before youâre convinced you could ace the test anyway, if you have to be honest.
And so you study with Ria, the minutes ticking on the clock. Soon enough the minutes turn into an hour, and when Ria suggests taking a break to go grab something to eat, you immediately jump on the occasion, needing a break anyway.
Youâre almost out of the library when you run into Jungkook, and Ria stifles a laugh next to you when Jungkook steps to the side, letting you pass. He frowns at the sound your friend makes, and you punch her in the shoulder, which only entices her further.
You roll your eyes, before meeting Jungkookâs gaze. âIgnore her.â
He nods. âNoted.â
And though you should walk away, you canât bring yourself to take a single step forward. All you can do is hold his gaze, remembering his lips on yours and the way that he touched you like he knew the maze of your body by heart already.
Pink tints your cheeks, and you wish youâd find something to say. Unfortunately, all you can do is watch as a pretty girl, all lean limbs and flowing hair, stops next to him.Â
âHey, JK, I need your help with something,â she says. She barely spares you a glance, and Jungkook nods your way, before turning towards her.
âWhatâs up?â he tells her, and then theyâre walking away.
Youâre out of the library when Ria hums, before snorting. âWhat was that?â she asks.
âWhat was what?â you counter back, even though you know exactly what sheâs referring to.
The longing look exchanged between you and Jeon Jungkook was pretty noticeable, wasnât it?
âWith Jungkook?â
You sigh. âHonestly, nothing,â you answer, and it sounds so genuine you realize that maybe it truly was nothing. Maybe what happened meant nothing, and you need to let it go. âI guess weâre sort of friends now.â
âSort of,â Ria repeats in a teasing tone.
âYou really are a pain in the ass, arenât you?â
She links arms with you. âAnd thatâs why you love me.â
You still havenât looked away from Sam. You loved him, deeply. You believe some part of you will always love him. But he hadnât wanted you. Had taken what he could and left, claiming that he wanted to be single to have the full college experience.
You think about the girl you saw him with at the party a few weeks ago. Is she his new girlfriend, or just someone to give him the full college experience he so desperately wanted?
You gulp, looking away from him. Your eyes fall to the vitrine on the counter where pastries and sandwiches are shown. You blank for a few seconds, and then you motion to an almond croissant.Â
âIâll have this please,â you say.
Ria furrows her eyebrows, looking at you in confusion. âAnything to drink?â
âJust water.â
Her frown deepens, but she shrugs it off before turning to Sam. âThatâll be all.â
He nods, and he punches the order in on the cash register, making her pay before he starts getting everything ready. Ria pulls you to the side as he does so, and you avert your eyes from her, not wanting her to know.
Youâve never told them about Sam. You didnât see how mentioning a seventeen-day long summer fling would amount to anything, so you just didnât tell them. And maybe itâs dumb luck, but before this day you were never really faced with Sam. Heâd always been easily avoidable, and so it really wasnât necessary to tell your friends.
âWhatâs wrong?â
Riaâs question goes unanswered as you keep avoiding her gaze, looking towards the tables. You motion to one in the back, as far away from the counter as possible. âDo you want to sit there?â
Ria doesnât even look that way. She grabs your wrist, gently, trying to gain your attention. âGirl, whatâs wrong?â
âNothing,â you lie, and you offer her a tight-lipped smile that you know doesnât meet your eyes.Â
No, your eyes are filled with memories of the past, of a summer that meant far too much and yet meant nothing, or at least youâve been telling yourself that ever since you moved in with Taehyung and left your hometown behind.
You think itâs a sick and twisted trick of fate that Sam is going to the same college as you. But then again, youâre not surprised â itâs one of the best colleges in this part of the country.
âBitch,â Ria lets out, but then Sam calls her to say the order is ready. She frowns, before telling you to go get the table.
Ria is quick to meet you at the table, and she puts down the tray of food in front of you, before plopping down in the chair across the table from you. You watch as she rids herself of her coat, and you mirror her, draping yours over the back of your chair, avoiding glancing towards the bar.
âWhoâs that?â Ria asks once youâre facing her again.Â
You just donât want to revisit your story with Sam. Maybe because it was so short, yet hurt so fiercely you decided to forgo relationships for a good while.
âJust someone from my hometown,â you tell her.
You sigh, looking down at the croissant in your hands, before sliding your gaze to the cold world outside. âHonestly, not really. We just donât speak of him.â
âYeah, thatâs it, I hate this dude.â
It makes you snort, and you slightly shake your head. âYou know I love you, right?â
âDonât get sentimental, ew,â Ria teases, though she smiles a wicked smile when you roll your eyes at her. âI love you too.â
After that, you carefully drive Ria away from the subject as you eat, and by the time youâre returning to the library, this time with the goal of meeting up with Hoseok and Yoongi, Ria seems to have forgotten all about it. Or sheâs just being a good friend, not pressing you on a subject she can sense is sensitive.
You reckon itâs stupid that it is, but you canât really control your feelings, can you?
You walk in the library, eyes skimming over the place. Yoongi and Hoseok claimed to be in a study room, yet your eyes donât go towards them, instead turning towards the counter where you can rent books. Jungkook is sitting there, looking bored as all hell, scrolling through his phone mindlessly.
As if he can sense you, he raises his head, and his lips spread in a small smile even in the distance. You reciprocate it, and thoughts of Sam slowly dwindle away as his smile broadens, and he waves at you. Youâre about to wave back, stifling a laugh, when Jungkookâs smile dies, and even in the distance you can see him clenching his jaw.
You only understand why when Hoseok stops next to you, draping his arm over your shoulder.
âHey girls,â he says, and he pulls you in a little closer.Â
You donât look away from Jungkook as you give Hoseok a half-assed hug, before stepping away from him. Yet Jungkook doesnât seem relieved, doesnât seem happyâŠ
Does he care?
Youâd ask him. You would ask him what he thought about the last few days, but then again you reckon you shouldnât. Because heâs your brotherâs best friend, but also because heâs your roommate. You canât afford things growing awkward between you and him, not when you donât feel like moving to the dorms.
Youâd rather keep your apartment, thank you very much.
Hoseok explains that he was on his way back to the study room from filling his water bottle, and Ria and he fall into conversation as he leads you two to where Yoongi is already sitting. Yoongi offers you a curt nod, but he doesnât smile or say anything, going right back to what he was doing.
Heâs got headphones on, and you assume heâs mixing something for a production class from the sight of the screen of his laptop. You end up sitting next to him, as Ria claims the spot next to Hoseok, which you donât mind all that much.
You think youâve had enough of men for today, even though Hoseok didnât do anything wrong. Â
So studying it is.
*****
Itâs late when you finally decide to head home, figuring youâre done cramming information for your midterm. Youâre starting to get a headache, so you decline your friendsâ invitation to grab a drink before heading home, and you make your way home alone, hands hidden deep in the pockets of your coat, searching for a small hint of warmth.Â
Needless to say, they donât find any, and you get home feeling like youâve turned into an icicle. To your surprise, Jungkook is sitting on the couch when you get there, and from the shoes by the door, you understand that Jimin is here too.
You didnât even notice Jungkook leaving the library. But then again, his shift probably ended a few hours ago, so it makes sense that he came home.
Are you a little disappointed that he didnât even tell you? Maybe. Do you feel foolish for it?
Definitely.
âDone studying?â Jungkook asks, and he takes a sip from a beer.Â
You nod, shrugging your shoulders. âI canât retain any more information,â you joke half-heartedly. âMy head feels like itâs going to explode.â
Jungkook smirks. He fucking smirks, and you want to punch him, yet you stay rooted to your spot. Even more so as he says, âMaybe I could help you with that.â
Heâs a mystery. A real fucking mystery, and itâs driving you crazy. You glance towards the bathroom door, but you know the walls are too thin. You know you canât admit that yes, Jungkook could help.
So you reply, âYou wish, JK.â
He pulls at his piercing, his eyes trailing to the bathroom door, before nodding once, as if understanding that you canât say more because Jimin is here.
âWant a beer?â he suggests.
And though you said no to your friends, though you should say no to Jungkook, the way his big doe eyes hold yours make you fold, and you nod your head. Jungkook smiles, and you think you see a hint of what you saw during the power outage, but it disappears like it was never there when Jimin opens the bathroom door.
âHey, Y/n!â he greets you.
You begrudgingly look away from Jungkook. âSup, Jimin.â
He motions towards the living room, and your eyes trail back to Jungkook. âWant to chill with us?â
âJust a beer,â you answer, and Jimin smiles brightly.
âWell then get out of your coat and go sit, I was heading to the kitchen already.â
You thank him, and you do as he says, shrugging off your coat and kicking off your boots. You hang your coat in the closet before walking to the living room. Jungkook is sitting in the middle of the couch, and you sit on his left, as far away as you possibly can.Â
If he notices he doesnât say, instead motioning to the neatly folded blanket on the coffee table that heâs undoubtedly brought from his room.Â
âFeel free to grab this if you get cold,â he tells you, offering you a smile.Â
You see the glint in his eyes. Not quite mischief, but recognition. Like he knows what the last days were, like maybe he did feel something as well. You gulp, unable to hold the weight of it, and your eyes drop to your lap.
âWe should talk aboutâŠâ you whisper, not finishing the sentence in fear of Jimin hearing.
Maybe it was the wrong thing to say. Because you feel Jungkook tense next to you, and you know his big eyes have probably narrowed as he frowns from your words.Â
âWhat about it?â he asks, not bothering to lower his voice.
You shoot him a warning glance, and his lips tilt in a lazy smirk. Thankfully, he doesnât say anything else, though you donât have time to say something either as Jimin comes back from the kitchen, with a beer for you and one for himself in hand.
He gives you yours before sitting back next to Jungkook, and you find yourself watching an episode of an anime you donât know, sipping on your beer, trying to pretend that you didnât notice Jungkook shifting a little closer.
That you donât notice how he pressed his thigh against yours, not once looking at you. It makes you feel far too warm, but you know itâs too late now for you to claim youâd rather head to bed than drink your beer. So you suffer through the episode, even as Jungkook slowly leans into you.
Jimin will notice. Itâs all you can think of. When youâve finally had enough and you scooch away from Jungkook, he throws you a confused look.
You just glare at him, and then resume your attention on the TV. It goes like that for the whole episode, and youâve never been as thankful as you are right now about the fact that anime episodes are so short. Because as soon as the episode ends, Jungkook straightens, acting as if he wasnât half sprawled on you.
Jimin doesnât comment on it. But you know from his momentary slight frown that he noticed, and you can only hope it wonât reach Taehyungâs ears.
Youâre as good as dead if it does.
âWell,â Jimin says, glancing at his phone. âIâll need to go, Sera is waiting for me.â
âSounds good,â Jungkook says. âThanks for coming.â
You wave Jimin goodbye as he gets up from the couch, taking a sip of your half-empty beer. Jungkook walks him to the door, and when Jimin finally leaves, Jungkook turns around to look at you, leaning back against the door.
âSo you wanted to talk?â he says, cocking his head to the side.
Your throat feels dry, so you take another sip of beer before nodding once. âYeah.â
âIâm listening.â
You wonder if heâs told that to a lot of girls in the past. Jungkook is the type to run at the first sign of emotion from a girl. You know it, youâve seen the results on campus. But he canât really run from you when you share an apartment, can he?
âWhat should we do about Taehyung?â you ask, pulling at some dry skin on your bottom lip.
The space between you and Jungkook fills with something youâre not quite sure you like. Itâs cold, bitter, and it tastes awfully like regret. Especially as Jungkook answers, âNothing. We just pretend nothing happened, no?â
For that is the logical solution â you know it just as well as he, but for some reason, you donât like it. Donât like the way your heart clenches in your chest at the thought.
âIs that what you want?â you ask him.
He slides his hands in the pocket of his pants, shrugging. âYeah. I donât see why it would need to be a big deal.â
âItâs not a big deal,â you say. âIâm not trying to make it into a big deal.â
He lazily smirks. âRight.â
You shut your eyes in annoyance, slightly shaking your head. âNo, for real,â you insist. âIf you want us to just pretend that nothing happened, then we do that.â
âYou awfully sound like thatâs not what you want.â
His tone has changed. Itâs not playful anymore. Itâs serious and you wonder, is that how Jungkook ends things with the girls he fucks? Pretending like he doesnât care, like youâre just another name to add to the long list?
âI just donât want things to get weird,â you choose to reply, though your first instinct is to agree with his statement. âSince we live together.â
âDonât worry about it, peach,â Jungkook says, and he sounds more like his usual self now. âI wonât make things weird.â
You nod, meeting his gaze again. Thereâs a moment where it feels like the distance between you and him dwindled to nothing, like youâre about to fall into his big doe eyes. You think you spy sadness in those eyes, emotions hidden beneath a thick wall, but he blinks and itâs gone, and youâre back on the couch in a reality youâre not sure you like.
The distance feels grander somehow. Like, maybe the couch moved back. Like a crevice was formed, and you donât know how to cross the distance anymore. But itâs safer here, safer not to admit to Jungkook that being with him made you feel something. Not only because of Taehyung, but because of Sam Hwang, and of your life before, and of all the little fucked up things in your head that make it so you just arenât the type of person to date to begin with.
Youâre not delusional enough to think Jungkook would want to date you anyway. You were just the forbidden prize, and now that Jungkook has had you, youâre pretty sure heâs just going to move on to the next.
The thought hurts, and you wonder if he sees it in your eyes. Because heâs still there by the door, carefully watching you as if his gaze can convey what words canât.
But life doesnât work that way, does it?
You blink, sliding your eyes away from him and down to the beer in your hands, and you take a long sip, letting the bitter taste chase away the aftertaste of the conversation. It doesnât really do anything, but Jungkook decides to leave, wishing you good night with a half-smile over his shoulder.
When heâs disappeared into his room, you let out a long sigh, trying hard not to reminisce the blackout, and the moments youâd spent in his arms.Â
Yet that night, when sleep evades you, you think about that first kiss. About the weight of the emotions, about the way heâd held you. And you feel like, maybe he blindsided you all along.
Maybe you were stupid to think Jeon Jungkook had a heart.
Friday, February 22nd
The bar is filled to the brim with drunk party-goers, and the music is loud enough you canât hear your thoughts anymore.
âThis is a frat party,â you state as Ria grins and nods her head to the beat.
She shrugs. âWho cares, you love frat parties.â
You chuckle, and your eyes slide to Nabi. âAre you sure you want to stay here?â
âNamjoon said theyâre in the back,â Nabi replies, but you can tell she looks uncomfortable with the amount of people present. âIâll tell him to come get us.â
You watch her as she types away on her phone, glancing towards Ria.
âWhatâs the plan tonight, baby?â she says mischievously when your gaze connects. âHobi, or do you want someone else?â
Ever since Riaâs learned about Sam, sheâs been pushing you towards Hoseok even more. Maybe because she wants you to forget, or maybe because she thinks Hoseok is what you want. And though sex is always good with him, you havenât reached out since the power outage and the evening of studying youâd spent at the library with him and Yoongi.
He hasnât reached out either, so you figure itâs all good.
âI donât know,â you reply. âIâll see where the night goes.â
Ria nods. âI desperately want to get fucked tonight.â
Nabi surprises you by bursting out laughing. âSaw Jeon Jungkook get in before we did, just go to him.â
You keep your features cool and composed as your gaze slides to Nabi, before going back to Ria. Ria watched the whole thing carefully, yet when you donât say anything, she replies, âHonestly, I might. Shelly said heâs free to hit on now.â
Because of course Shelly had called dibs on Jungkook. Not that you knew, and not that you cared. Youâve never considered her a friend to begin with, and youâd be lying if you arenât a little happy that Jungkook decided to stop seeing her after he had sex with you.
Even if youâre pretending nothing ever happened. And heâs good at that â barely even speaking to you except for the formalities, though he did tease you once about looking tired.Â
You clench your jaw as the memory fills your mind, and you believe you can hear him say, âNeed help with thatâ all over again. Which, you reckon, you might. Because every night, like clockwork, Jungkook invades your thoughts, and youâre forced to relive the moments heâd breathed against your skin, fucking you like he had all the time in the world.
Maybe then he did. Maybe he even believed it, though heâs been good at pretending he didnât. So have you. Or at least you hope so.
âThen my plan is to fuck him tonight,â Ria declares solemnly. âI want to know what all those girls are on about.â
You know. You know exactly what theyâre on about, yet the jealousy feels like itâs searing through you as you do catch sight of Jungkook when you look away from your friends.
Heâs looking this way. Heâs leaning against the bar, a pretty long-haired girl next to him. His arm is behind her, and sheâs tucked into his side, saying something youâre pretty sure heâs not listening to. Indeed, he doesnât blink, doesnât look away, his eyes burning on you. So you make a show of eyeing him up and down before looking away.
Do you feel a certain sort of satisfaction when you notice Hoseok heading this way, which means Jungkook will see you with him? Maybe.Â
But youâd never admit that in a million years.
âHey,â Hoseok says, leaning against you.
He reeks of alcohol, and you reckon you probably wonât have sex with him tonight. But when he goes in and presses a drunken kiss to your temple, you let him do it, eyes sliding back towards Jungkook.
Even in the distance you see how Jungkook clenches his jaw. Heâs quick to compose himself though, features relaxing as he turns to the side, facing the pretty girl. She beams at his attention, and your nails dig into your palms as he pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek.
Ria and Nabi hug Hoseok in turn, and they both earn the same kiss you did. It makes you laugh, though Jungkook doesnât see that, his attention fully on the girl. Hoseok tells you all to follow him, and then he leads you to the back of the bar, where you find Yoongi, Namjoon and Seokjin. Namjoonâs gaze immediately connects with Nabiâs, and he mouths an apology as he motions to his current position as an explanation as to why he couldnât go get you and your friends by the door.
Heâs stuck next to Yoongi, and you highly doubt Yoongi wanted to get up. Yet, you feel like you are intruding on the mute conversation between Nabi and Namjoon, so you look away, your eyes landing on Seokjin.
Seokjin is attractive. Handsome, in a simple, elegant way that only people born into money have. When he smiles at you, nodding his head once, you echo the gesture, though you let Ria slide into the booth so that she can sit next to him.
Because if thereâs one thing that you know, itâs that Seokjin is right up her alley. And if that means she wonât go for JungkookâŠ
You donât explore that thought further, instead sitting next to her. Yoongi begrudgingly gets up to let Nabi sit next to Namjoon, and Hoseok goes to the table next to yours to ask if he can borrow a chair. He comes back with one, sitting at the head of the table.
Conversation slowly starts around you, Seokjin and Ria speaking with Namjoon in front of them. Nabi is silent, but she listens intently. You canât bring yourself to join in, instead meeting Hoseokâs gaze and smiling secretively.
His eyes dip to your lips, though they do not darken the way that they usually do, probably from the alcohol in his system.Â
âHow were midterms?â he asks, with that same slightly slurred speech he sported earlier.
âIt was chill, but Iâm glad theyâre over now. You?â
He chuckles. âGot fucked in a couple of them, but I honestly donât give a fuck.â
You snort, and before you can say anything, Yoongi chimes in, âIs that why I found you crying the other day?â
Hoseok turns a colour of red so deep you think itâd put a tomato to shame. âI did not!â
Yoongi snickers. âRight.â His eyes slide to you, and you think itâs the first time heâs ever regarded you with something other than animosity. Indeed, heâs got a playful light to his eyes, and you reckon he looks good like this.
You can understand why Ria tried to hit on him.
âHe totally did,â Yoongi says, and then he lets out a small, pained sound from the kick Hoseok undoubtedly landed on his leg.
âI hate you, man.â
Yoongi winks, and you burst out laughing, slightly shaking your head. âHonestly, Hoba,â you say once your laugh has dimmed, âthereâs nothing embarrassing about crying over your grades. I did it all the time when I was younger.â
âI wasnât crying!â Hoseok insists.
You and Yoongi exchange a glance, before bursting out laughing again. Hoseok pouts, a frown clinging to his features. Though you donât really feel bad, you still brush his thigh under the table, and he goes wholly still, his frown melting away.
âAnyway,â he says, clearing his throat. âYou want anything to drink?â
You do. Youâre thirsty for something to smooth the stress of midterms and Jeon Jungkook away. So you nod, smiling wickedly.
âLead the way.â
Hoseok chuckles, and you end up taking everyoneâs order before getting up to head to the bar behind Hoseok and Yoongi. Youâre squeezed behind Yoongi, Hoseok on the other side of him, as you wait at the bar a few minutes later, eyes skimming over the array of alcohol on the wall. Youâre planning to order a pitcher of sangria for you and the girls, and Yoongi and Hoseok are taking care of two pitchers of beer. Theyâre deep in conversation, and you just stand behind them awkwardly, unable to hear them over the sound of the music.
You donât mind. You focus on your phone, trying to see if Taehyung has replied to the message you sent him earlier. It was late for him in Paris, so youâre not surprised to find he hasnât, the message only showing delivered. You turn off your phone and slide it back in your purse, before stepping closer to the bar as Hoseok and Yoongi get what they ordered.
âDo you want us to wait for you?â Yoongi asks, taking you by surprise.
Since when is Yoongi friendly with you?
âNo,â you answer, eyes darting to Hoseok whoâs just smiling with his cheeks flushed red. âAll good, Iâll meet you guys back at the table.â
They nod, and you slip past them to lean against the counter, trying to get the barmanâs attention. Heâs currently on the other side, serving a suspiciously familiar tattooed hand, and you feel like rolling your eyes as you realize Jungkook is clearly buying a drink for the pretty girl at his side.
You forget all about Jeon Jungkook when a certain Sam Hwang slides into your vision, leaning against the counter right in front of you.
You startle. Eyes going wide like a deer in headlights, heart rate picking up to an uncomfortable level. You donât like that he still has a physical effect on you, and it only increases tenfold when he breaks into an easy smile.
âY/n!â he says, as if there arenât months between you, as if on that dreadful day in August, he didnât just leave. âI thought it was you.â
You freeze. You donât know what to reply, only look at him as if heâs a jack in the box thatâs just exploded in your face. He takes it in stride, chuckling lightly in that gentle way of his that used to make you go crazy.
âHow have you been?â he asks, features falling a little more serious, brows slightly scrunched as if your answer will be the most important thing heâll hear all night.
âWhy are you talking to me?â you blurt out, and he slightly widens his eyes as if in surprise.
âShould I not?â he replies, easily tilting his head to the side in that nonchalant way of his. His blond hair falls like a cascade, and you canât help but averting your gaze to it.
âYou donât wear your hair in a ponytail anymore?â
You want to curse yourself for the stupidity of your question, but Samâs always been nonchalant. Someone that goes with the flow, that likes the weird things in life. You think maybe thatâs why he had been interested in you back then.Â
Until he wasnât.
âNo, ponytails are cold in the winter,â he jokes.Â
You can barely smile in answer. You wish you hadnât told Yoongi and Hoseok to go back to the table, and you glance over your shoulder, hoping that theyâd sense your unease and come back. Theyâre nowhere to be seen though, hidden by the crowd populating the bar.
âAre they?â you say, not a single ounce of joy in your tone.
Sam nods. âYeah. But enough about that. How are you?â
âIâm okay,â you lie, because frankly standing in front of him like this is making you feel anything but okay. You donât want him to know though, so you try to plaster an indifferent mask to your features.
You highly doubt it works. Because it never works with Sam Hwang.
âIâm glad,â he replies, smiling softly. He turns his head to the side, and you only then notice the barman has stopped next to you. âIâll have a rum and coke and sheâll takeâŠâ he trails off as he looks at you. âA Soho cocktail?â
You blink once, not really believing that he remembers. That though you lasted all of seventeen days, he still remembers your favourite cocktail.
Needless to say, you havenât drank any since he walked away that night.
âA pitcher of red sangria and three glasses,â you say, looking at the barman. âPlease.â
The barman nods once, and then busies himself with making the cocktails. You try your best not to look at Sam, but his piercing gaze lingers on you, and you canât help but glance his way.
âYou donât drink Soho anymore?â
âThis is not a Japanese inspired bar,â you say, trying to avoid the truth. âHighly doubt heâd know how to make a good cocktail with it.â
You know Sam can tell youâre lying, but he shrugs it off. âOh well. Howâs the bio major going?â
You purse your lips, gulping once. Because why does he remember so much? Heâd made it pretty clear that he didnât care⊠did he?
âItâs not too bad,â you answer. âYou? The college experience is up to your expectations?â
If he hears the bite in your voice, he doesnât care. Instead, he chuckles lightly, shaking his head, before saying, âI really was an ass last summer. Iâm sorry.â
Itâs like the world stops turning. Like youâre taken back to the warm summer evening, to the docks and the group of friends you hadnât seen once after that night. You still feel the warm breeze, still can smell the salt in the air, and you almost believe you can hear the waves.
âWhat?â is all you manage to get out.
He laughs, like itâs the best joke youâve ever said in your entire life. âIâm sorry for how I treated you. I was a dick.â
âHonestly,â you say, feeling your heart constricting in your chest, âI donât want to be talking to you right now.â
He furrows his brow. âOh, come on, Y/n. Itâs water under the bridge.â
But itâs not. Because that night he left you alone, and you were far from home not knowing how youâd get back. Youâre lucky nothing bad happened â one of the dock workers happened to be your motherâs ex, and he drove you home telling you that the docks werenât a playground and that you shouldnât be hanging around there.
You didnât have the courage to tell him that you had been with friends and had gotten dumped out of the blue.
âIs it though?â you answer, and venom starts to sip into your tone. âYou left me alone that night.â
âI know,â he says. âAnd Iâm sorry about it.â
âSo, did you get the college experience?â you ask, crossing your arms on your chest.Â
Sam scoffs, looking up to the ceiling as if searching for salvation. âCome on, donât be petty.â He looks back at you, that same insufferable smile on his lips, and he shrugs. âNot really. I realized that none of them compared to you.â
You think the sun has flared and the consequential magnetic storm has fried Samâs neurons. Because it doesnât make sense. After months it doesnât make sense, and you donât want it. Yet it makes you freeze, and you remember the texts youâd sent him. You remember calling him, even showing up at his job because you wanted to apologize. You remember the embarrassment of his coworkers laughing at you, remember leaving and promising yourself youâd never chase after a man again.
To this day, youâve held up to your promise.
But his words send you tumbling down a steep slope, and you think youâll splatter on the rocks at the bottom. Your heart hurts so much itâs hard to breathe, and you wish you could grab a glass on the counter and throw it at his pretty face.
The violent instinct makes you recoil, and you take a step back, only to bump into someone.
âHey, everything okay here?â Jungkook says, his familiar voice like a safe haven.Â
You glance over your shoulder, and at the look on your features, he immediately steps even closer to you, mindlessly wrapping an arm around your waist.Â
Itâs worth the shocked expression on Samâs features. His eyes dip to Jungkookâs hand, now resting on your hip, before looking back up to your features. His eyes widen, and he barks out a short, bitter laugh that resembles nothing of his usual cool charm.
âYouâre fucking your brotherâs friend?â Sam says, and his words hit like darts straight on the board, though the board is your heart. He hits bull's eye, and you immediately push Jungkook off of you.
âI am not,â you reply. âMaybe he just tried to step in because you canât fucking take a clue, can you?â
Sam seems so startled by your words that he falls silent, mouth wide open. He looks like a fish, a stupid fish, and you wonder how you managed to actually love him once.
âExcuse me?â he finally says.
âYou heard the lady,â Jungkook jumps in. âFuck off.â
âI donât fucking need your help,â you throw towards Jungkook.
You feel bad. You feel bad the minute the words are out, especially as you watch Jungkookâs features crumbling into a frown. You hold his gaze, slightly shaking your head as if to say âPlease understand that this is nothing against youâ. Youâre not sure he understands, and before heâs able to say anything else, the pretty girl who was with him earlier appears, pulling on his arm.
Sam laughs bitterly, all at your expense, as the girl pulls Jungkook away, saying something about how sheâs been waiting for him. Jungkook looks like he wants to resist, to stay by your side, but the look on your face does the deed, and he turns away from you, heading to wherever the girl is bringing him.
From what it seems, theyâre heading to the bathroom, and it makes you feel like youâre going to be sick, like you might need to run outside to breathe in some air.
âYou know,â Sam says, attracting your attention. âI was right when I dumped you last summer. Youâre fucking crazy.â
He leaves without another single word, not even waiting for his drink to be ready. You just stand there, stunned, only shaking out of it when the barman says something next to you.
âOh,â you let out as you glance towards him. Heâs put down Samâs drink and the pitcher of sangria on the bar, and you donât know what to do for a few seconds, blinking back tears. âUh, Iâll pay for everything, but I wonât need the rum and coke.â
You assume the barman has seen the entire altercation as he shrugs. âHey, donât worry about it. Iâll keep it for myself, no need to pay.â
You offer him a tight-lipped smile, and you pay for the sangria before stacking the three glasses, leaning them against your chest to make sure you wonât drop them on the walk back to the table with your friends. Youâre lucky â the trek back to the table is uneventful, and you put the pitcher and the glasses down amidst your friendsâ chatter.
Nabi glances at you once before saying, âWhatâs wrong?â
Maybe you didnât realize your eyes were filling with tears. But they sure are, and you furiously blink away, plopping down next to Ria.
âNothing.â
Nabi furrows her brows, right as everyoneâs focus slides to you. The embarrassment of suddenly being the center of attention thankfully pushes your tears away, and you shrug once, taking a deep breath.
âJust some asshole at the bar,â you vaguely explain at everyoneâs curious expression.
But it wasnât just some asshole. There was Jungkook too, and you know you owe him an apology. Yet you donât know how to apologize to him. Not when the grounds between the two of you are so uncertain, like one wrong move will send you straight to the bottommost pit of the ocean.Â
âAs much as Iâd love to see you going feral,â you tease, âletâs just drink.â
âSo it was him?â
You purse your lips, refusing to answer, as the boys all intently listen to the conversation.Â
âIt was who?â Nabi asks, looking confused.
Youâd assumed Ria would have filed her in, but it seems she hasnât, for Nabi clearly doesnât know about Sam Hwang. Not that Ria knows a lot to begin with.
âSomeone from her hometown,â Ria mimics in her best impression of you, which only makes you snort.
âLetâs just drink,â you insist, and you immediately busy yourself with pouring the three glasses.
Your friends look like they want to press you for further explanation â especially Hoseok â but no one says anything. Itâs a little awkward, but the moment you clink your glasses together, the weirdness fades away, replaced by a will to revel like only college kids revel.
And so you do. You lose track of the amount of alcohol youâre drinking, taking shots after shots after shots with Ria, while Nabi cheers on you standing right next to Namjoon. Namjoon, who stands just a tad too close to Nabi for it to be casual. Youâd make jokes about it, but Ria drags you away, and you find yourself squeezed on the dancefloor, letting Ria grind on you as people look your way.
You donât care. You canât bring yourself to care when youâve drank so much, when all there is is the music and the lights and the throng of bodies that endlessly moves like countless waves on the ocean, the pull and push of the moon inevitable. At low tide, when the crowd disperses in the night, you find yourself blinking, realizing that Ria is not with you anymore.
As a matter of fact, you suddenly canât see any of your friends, and if it wasnât for the alcohol in your bloodstream, youâd be worried. Instead, you pull out your phone from your purse, furrowing your brows at it.
[00:56 am] JK: whatâs ur problem lol
You stare at the text, not knowing what to reply. Not trusting your drunken fingers to convey a good enough apology. So you ignore it, instead aiming for the group chat.Â
[02:54 am] You: wher arr u
You press send, uncaring for the typos, trusting your friends to be able to decipher. To your luck, Hoseok immediately shoots you an answer.
[02:54 am] Hobi: Iâm outside with yoongi, idk about the others
And so you make your way outside, stopping at the coat check to grab your coat. While you put it on, a too-familiar blond guy, along with two friends you recognize from last summer, arrives and Sam shoots you a look, lips slightly curling in disgust.
You frown, and unable to resist, you close the space between the two of you, pulling on his arm.
âWhatâs your fucking problem?â you tell him as he turns towards you.
âWhat do you want?â he fires back.
You feel your throat closing up, yet you canât stop. Not when old emotions resurface, though you reckon they arenât all that old to begin with. âWhy did you leave me alone at the docks?â
He freezes for a few heartbeats. Long enough for his friends to retrieve their coats, and then they turn to look at you. The redhead you recognize for being there that night, yet you donât direct the question at him. Not even as he sneers at the sight of you, as if youâre just some disgusting trash.
âY/n,â Sam lets out, and you tell yourself that he sounds apologetic.Â
Otherwise you donât think youâll make it. Not when you loved him like you did, like only a heart thatâs never been broken can.
âWhy though?â you press him. âIt was dangerous. I could have gotten hurt.â
Sam purses his lips in a thin line, shrugging. âWas it though? You seem perfectly fine.â
You blink away tears, and in a surprising moment of memories of you and him, Sam truly does look apologetic.
âI was in love with you,â you whisper, alcohol forbidding you from preserving any ounce of dignity.
Sam glances over his shoulder. His friends seem to get the cue, because they disappear, heading outside. âListen, I know,â he says. âI was a dick. Thatâs why I approached you earlier, but you werenât really looking to speak to me.â
You take a deep breath, nodding once. âYou took me by surprise.â
âDo you want to grab coffee soon?â he suggests.
Youâre a fool. A drunken fool, because you say yes. You say yes and to text you whenever, and Sam promises he will, before leaving you alone, like heâd done once all those months ago. But when he leaves, you notice Hoseok by the door, close enough to have heard the conversation.
Your eyes are still brimmed with tears, and Hoseok offers you a tight-lipped smile.Â
âEverything okay?â
And because this is Hoseok, because heâs already been in the aftermath of what Sam was to you, you shake your head no, unable to keep the tears from rolling down your cheeks.
âLetâs get you home,â Hoseok gently says as he crosses the distance between you and him, gently pulling you into a hug.
He rubs your back as you sob into his chest, gently rocking you from side to side. Or maybe itâs the alcohol, and the ground feels like itâs tilting under you. But Hoseok doesnât let you go, and he lets you cry in his arms until the bouncer tells you you have to go out.
You do, eyes undoubtedly red and stained with your runny makeup, yet you donât care. You really are drunk, and you think maybe you wonât even remember all of this tomorrow.
âYou think we can drop her at her apartment?â Hoseok says, and you offer him a confused look, only to realize that heâs speaking to Yoongi, who seems like heâs been waiting outside this whole time.
âShe can hit the couch,â Yoongi suggests, shrugging. âI donât think the Uber driver will be down for the detour.â
And even if you donât say yes or no, itâs still what you end up doing. You go home with Hoseok and Yoongi, and Hoseok holds your hand while rubbing soothing circles on the back of it. Youâre not crying anymore, instead feeling empty and oh so tired. Hoseok helps you out of your coat once youâre in his apartment, and Yoongi goes to the kitchen to pour you a glass of water.
He meets you and Hoseok in the living room, where Hoseok pulled you after you finished removing your coat.
âHere,â Yoongi says, offering you the glass.
You thank him with a slight bow of your head, grabbing the water and downing it in one shot. Hoseok and Yoongi chuckle lightly at the sight, and then Yoongi plops down on the couch next to Hoseok.
Maybe youâre a little too drunk to notice Hoseok leaning into Yoongi, and Yoongi draping an arm around Hoseokâs shoulder. Maybe youâre a little too gone to realize youâre sitting alone on your side of the couch now, but you donât care.
âWho was that guy?â Hoseok gently asks.
You take a deep breath and then launch into the story. You spare them no details â you reveal everything about how youâd met through friends from high school, most of them not having followed you here to college. Youâd met at a party, had a love-at-first-sight moment, and youâd spent the following seventeen days glued to his side. You tell them about the docks, about what heâd told you, and about the way heâd left you there, with no way to go home. Hoseok bristles as you tell them, but he stays silent as you continue, admitting that you said yes to grabbing coffee with him.
âNo way youâre going on a date with him,â Hoseok says, and he surprisingly sounds offended.
âI donât know,â is what you reply.
âY/n, that guy is an asshole,â Yoongi intervenes before Hoseok can say anything else. He tightens his arm around Hoseok, and you furrow your brows. âYou deserve better than that.â
You look at Hoseok, before sliding your gaze to Yoongi, and then back to Hoseok. And then, even though your brain is foggy and youâre confused, and nothing seems to be making any sense, you blurt, âIs something going on between the two of you?â
Hoseok startles, sitting up from where he was leaning against Yoongi. He flushes deep red, and Yoongi lets out a low chuckle. Youâre not surprised when Yoongi says, âSo what if yes?â
You meet Hoseokâs gaze. He looks apologetic, like heâs somehow doing something wrong, but you start laughing. Maybe itâs an anxious laugh, like a âwhat the fuck is this eveningâ kind of laugh, but you still laugh, and Hoseok just looks at you like youâve grown horns or something.
âIâm going to need an explanation,â you say once your laughter subsides. âNot that Iâm not cool with it.â
âSee,â Yoongi says. âI told you it would be okay.â
âItâs more than okay,â you add. âI am actually so relieved.â
âRelieved?â Hoseok lets out.
You shrug. âI didnât want to hurt you more,â you admit.Â
And itâs true. You think, the moment you slept with Jungkook, you knew youâd never have sex with Hoseok again. Not that you didnât like it, but Jungkook is Jungkook, and you reckon youâll need a moment before you can fuck someone other than him.
âYou werenât hurting me,â Hoseok says, and he looks down at his hands in his lap. âMaybe in November, yeah. But not this time around.â
âI made sure of it,â Yoongi offers as an explanation.Â
You slightly shake your head. âWait, wait, wait. What happened?â
âPower outage,â Hoseok offers as an explanation, and heâs still so red you think heâll burst into flames.Â
You almost blurt out âsameâ, yet you keep it down at the last second. Maybe because youâre sobering up, or because the subject is sobering you up. Maybe because thereâs something just so strange about Yoongi and Hoseok together, especially after youâve been with Hoseok too. But then again, if heâs happy, then youâll be happy for him.
Realization hits you a second before you say, âIs that why you havenât been a dick to me anymore?â
Yoongi bursts out laughing. Youâve never heard him laughing like this, and thereâs something so cute about it that you get it.
You get why Hoseok would be into him. And you also get why Ria wasnât able to ask Yoongi out â heâs been into Hoseok all along.
âMaybe,â Yoongi says, shrugging. âHonestly⊠I was jealous of you for a while.â
You cock an eyebrow. âDude, I thought you hated me.â
âI did a little,â he admits sheepishly. âBut not anymore.â
âCan you guys stop?â Hoseok bursts, and he hides his face in his hands. âFuck, this is so awkward.â
You laugh along with Yoongi, leaning forward to pat him on the shoulder. âSorry, I guess as people that both fucked you, we immediately get along well.â
âThatâs crass,â Hoseok whines, while Yoongi just keeps on laughing behind him, though his cheeks have turned pink.
âBut itâs true!â
Hoseok shakes his head, and then finally looks up to you. âAre you sure youâre okay with this?â
The sudden seriousness makes you rein in the joking tone, and you offer him a small smile. You hope itâs as genuine as you feel, though with you being drunk, you wouldnât be surprised if you just look dumb.
âOf course Iâm okay with it,â you reassure him. âWeâre friends, arenât we?â
He tentatively smiles, nodding once. âWe are.â
And maybe youâre just relieved they offered a change of subject from Sam Hwang. Especially as Hoseok glances towards Yoongi, his eyes probably conveying unsaid words because Yoongi gets up, wishing you good night.Â
You watch him go, and once heâs out of sight, you turn your head back towards Hoseok.
âHow did it happen?â you ask with a small voice.
âWe got a little drunk on Valentineâs Day,â he says, shrugging, his cheeks still deep red. âI think I said something about youâŠâ His eyes trail to the screen of the TV in front of you, and it reflects you and him like a black mirror. âYoongi confessed. Said heâs tired of watching me get hurt. I was drunk and I kissed him.â
It reminds you of Jungkook. Of the way heâd gazed at you the instant before heâd kissed you. The weight of the emotions in his eyes had been too much to bear, and you wonder if everything was just a mistake anyway.
âAnd?â you press, trying to avoid thoughts of Jeon Jungkook and Sam Hwang, though you know itâs useless.Â
Theyâll come haunt you as soon as youâll close your eyes tonight.
âAnd thenâŠâ He chuckles awkwardly. âYeah. It was my first time with a guy. I didnât even think I could be attracted to men.â
You smile wisely. âCollege is all about trying new things and discovering new things about yourself.â
âAmen,â he echoes, and you share a short laugh. Once it subsides, Hoseok leans back into the couch, turning to look at you. âBe completely honest with me though. Are you really okay with this?â
You nod, your lips gently curving upwards. âOf course, Hobi. If youâre happy, then Iâm happy for you.â
He sighs in relief, and it seems like a weight has been taken off his shoulders. âIâm happy. I never saw it coming, but the last few days have been great.â He pauses for a few seconds, letting out a small laugh thatâs only meant for himself, and maybe Yoongi if he was still here. âItâs still early to tell where this will head, and we donât plan to tell anyone before weâre sure of it but⊠I figured you at least needed to know. Considering our history.â
You nod. âMakes sense. I promise my lips are sealed.â
âThank you.â
The following silence is broken up by a yawn, and you hide your mouth behind your hand as to not look like a fish out of water. Once youâve blinked a few tired tears away, you say, âDoes that mean I can sleep in your bed and you share one with Yoongi?â
Hoseok runs a hand through his hair, smirking playfully. âWouldnât you like it?â
You cock an eyebrow, snorting. âAre you not sharing a bed?â
âNot yet,â Hoseok admits. âWeâre really trying to take things slow.â
And it would make sense. Especially for Hoseok, you reckon.
âFair enough. Iâll miserably sleep on the couch then.â
He laughs, pushing you playfully. âIâll have you know this couch is really comfortable.â
âWill you at least give me a blanket?â you ask, pouting and bashing your eyelashes, trying your best to look like a begging puppy.
âStop,â he says, laughing again. âYeah, Iâll get you a blanket.â
You thank him as he gets up, heading to his room to grab something for you. He comes back with a sweater and a blanket, offering you both without saying anything.
âSweater?â you ask, unable to form a full sentence.
âIf you want to change out of your clothes.â
Ah. Makes sense.
âThank you,â you say.Â
He nods, smiling softly, and then turns around to head back to his room. Before heâs out of the living room, he turns back around, meeting your gaze.
âWhat about you though?â he asks.
You furrow your brow quizzically. âWhat?â
âWhat happened during the power outage?â he specifies. âYou just disappeared.â
You keep your features as blank as your drunken ass possibly can when you reply, âNothing happened. Just didnât bother to charge my phone.â
âI saw how Jungkook looked at you at the library last Sunday,â Hoseok says. âYou canât tell me nothing happened.â
And maybe because this is Hoseok, maybe because you think heâs becoming the closest friend you have, you reply, âI donât think it really matters if something happened.â
âWhy?â he asks, leaning against the wall as his hands disappear in the pockets of his pants.Â
âHeâs Taeâs best friend,â you explain, shrugging your shoulders. âItâs not like I have any future with him.â
âRight.â Hoseok purses his lips, holding your gaze as you let him read the truth in your eyes. âThe only thing I have to say is, please be careful. Jungkook doesnât really have a good reputation.â
You gulp around a sudden lump in your throat. âFuck, I know. Iâm a mess.â
âYou arenât,â Hoseok reassures you. âYou said it yourself, college is all about trying new things. Some of the things wonât necessarily work out, and thatâs okay. Just try not to put yourself into situations where youâll only get hurt.â
âJungkook wouldnât hurt me,â you say, quick to defend him even though you know he totally would. Even though he already did, when he asked you to pretend like nothing happened.
âMaybe.â Hoseok wets his lips, scrunching up his nose a little. âOr that Sam guy would.â
The reminder of Sam Hwang makes you hide your face in your hands as you groan. âI really am a fucking mess.â
âDonât go out with him,â Hoseok says. âIâm sure there are plenty of other guys out there that would like to go out with you. Donât settle for someone whoâs already treated you like shit in the past.â
âSo, donât go for Sam or Jungkook, is that so?â you say, laughing awkwardly.
Hoseok frowns. âDonât. Or do. Iâm not your mom. But as a friend, Iâd say you deserve better.â
âWeâll see,â you say after a few seconds of silence. âThanks, Hobi.â
And you mean it. Because you know he cares, even though you might only be a friend now.
âOf course,â he says. âAnd Iâm sorry.â
âAbout what?â
He looks behind his shoulder, towards what you assume is the door to Yoongiâs room. âAbout me and Yoongi. About the fact that it happened on the day we were supposed to go on a date.â
âOh, donât worry about it,â you reassure him again. âItâs really okay.â
He nods once, before pushing up from the wall. âGood. Yeah. I guess Iâll head to bed, then.â
Thereâs awkwardness in the air. Maybe because a little over a week ago you would have gone to bed with him, would have gotten your guts rearranged by him. But somehow you donât feel any ounce of disappointment or regret at the thought that itâs done. Maybe because he truly has become a friend, and you reckon you need friends more than you need to get fucked.
âGood night, Hobi,â you say, offering him a small smile.
âGood night,â he echoes, and then he disappears into his room.
Once youâre alone, you quickly change into his sweater, wrapping yourself up in the blanket. You realize you donât have a pillow, but you figure itâll be okay, not wanting to bother Hoseok or Yoongi right now. So you lie on your back, looking up at the ceiling, frowning slightly.
Right. You forgot to turn off the light. You get up to do so, and once youâre lying back down, you grab your phone from your purse. Youâve gotten a few more texts in the group chat, from Ria saying that she told you she was leaving and youâd said it was okay. You frankly donât remember, but maybe thatâs because you had been too busy dancing with a group of girls that had welcomed you in their ranks as if you werenât just a stranger.
It doesnât really matter. What matters is the text that Jungkook sent you, and with a sigh, you click on it again. The conversation thread opens, and you scroll up, just to see that the last thing he texted you was something about getting gochujang sauce for him at the grocery store one of the rare times that you went. That text dates back to December, and the text before that was about him asking to go pick him and Taehyung up at a party in early October because Taehyung was too drunk for an Uber ride.
Taehyung had ended up throwing up in your backseat, and you made him clean three times before youâd forgiven him.
You reread Jungkookâs latest text. And you wonder, what was your problem? Why were you so inclined to bite at him, too, when he was just trying to help? Itâs a haunting question, and you canât bring yourself to apologize yet.Â
You tell yourself youâd rather do it in person, but as you try to sleep later, the real reason taunts you, haunts you, forcing you to lie awake late in the night.
Youâre just too much of a coward to face Jeon Jungkook.
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warnings - fem!reader restraints, riding, guidance, cumming in underwear, the usual nicknames (dove, darling, lamb, good girl, etc), nipple play (m!receiving) insecurity, comfort sex, creampie, clit play, i think thats it but please tell me if otherwise!!!
âYou can tie it tighter than that, dove,â Hongjoong sighs, sounding almost disappointed as you try your hardest to pin his wrists to the headboard. A part of you wants to look behind you to where Seonghwa sits comfortably in a nearby armchair, but even with your most pathetic pleas, you doubt heâd be willing to step in and help. This is your punishment after all. You made your bed, now you have to lie in it. âEspecially if you're going to use this flimsy stuff; I like it to bite a little.â
He thrusts his rigid cock up against your bare core as he says the word bite, the pearlescent liquid that spills from the tip smearing messily against your clit. You bite your lip to withhold the moan, but it doesn't matter; Hongjoong can read the pleasure on your face loud and clear anyway. It's in the way your eyes flutter closed for just a second or two, brows furrowing and forehead wrinkling. He chuckles teasingly, taunting you with the fact that even though you're the one tying him down, he still has the power.Â
âWhat, did that feel good, dove?â he asks, a smirk evident in his tone. You don't respond, unsure as to whether or not youâd be able to keep yourself from breaking down and begging to switch places with the man. Instead, you simply huff out a breath and open your eyes, ready to get back to the task at hand. This wonât stop until you make him cum, and devils below you need this to stop.
You weren't made for this. You're a taker, not a giver; built to lie there prettily and moan and cum until your mommy and daddy are satiated. How you long for your lovers to tug at you until you're lay how they want, for Seonghwa to pin you to his chest as Hongjoong buries himself in your pussy, for Hongjoong to whisper sweet nothings whilst Seonghwa fucks Hongjoongâs load back into your weeping hole. Maybe you shouldâve thought about that before giving Yeosang that blowjob in the dining room.
Maybe you shouldâve tried harder to convince San not to say a word.
Seonghwa tuts behind you, returning your mind to the task at hand. The pretty pink ribbons won't tie themselves around Hongjoongâs wrists and you know that. It doesn't stop you from letting out a pathetic whine though. âDonât start with me, Lamb,â he purrs dangerously, âyou put yourself in this position, not me,â he takes a sip of his red wine, smacking his lips before swallowing it down. You can't see him but you just know that the red stain heâd bound to wear upon his lips must look immaculate. Demons, how you want to be in Hongjoongâs position right now. âIt's hardly my fault you think youâre too good to obey instructions. Now hop to it, Darling; the sooner you do what you're told, the sooner this will all end.â
Heâs right, you admit to yourself as your fingers begin to work on the knots again. Just make Hongjoong cum and this will all be over.
You tug on the knot to tighten it, sparing a glance towards Hongjoongs expression every now and then to try and gauge it correctly. It doesn't go unnoticed by him, the manâs smirk growing with every passing look in his direction. It's the same look he gives you when you're writhing beneath him, whining out âdaddyâ as you beg for more. Heâs in charge then, just as he's in charge now. He might be the one getting tied up, but he certainly isn't the one who's going to be crying before the night is over. Whatâs a punishment without a few tears here and there?
âStop looking at me and focus on the knot,â he says, his tone cocky and annoying, âyouâre big and brave enough to play with your pet without permission but you have to have reassurance when you're tying a pretty little bow? Where has all that boldness gone, Dove?âÂ
Being bold is the last thing on your mind right now. Tie the knot, make Hongjoong cum, get pampered for being good and taking your punishment well; that's all you care about right now. You can be a brat another day, at this exact moment in time, you just need to be good. You give the knot one last sharp tug before deciding that's enough. You finish it off with a bow before slipping a finger beneath it to test the tightness. It's what Seonghwa always does when he dresses you up in pretty bows purely for the purpose of gazing upon you like you're a work of art. It only feels right to give Hongjoong the same treatment.
He gives you a pleased hum, his wicked smile morphing into something much softer for just a moment or two. Had you blinked, you would've perhaps missed it. Youâre glad you didn't.
âBold isn't what I would call what our precious Darling did, Mi Amor,â Seonghwa says. The chair creeks, the sound of Seonghwa standing echoing around the room. Your breath hitches in anticipation as the familiar click, click, click of his healed pumps grows louder and louder. You feel his breath brush against your bare skin as he leans down, âKeeping your escapades a secret is hardly something a bold individual would do, now is it Lamb?â His saccharine voice sticks to your brain like melted candy. Gone is his usual kind sweetness, replaced with something artificial and too good to be true. It's a stark contrast to the barely-there kiss he presses to your cheekâa reminder that youâre still their good girl, even if they are being a little mean.Â
âNo, mommy,â you whimper out just as he pulls his face away from yours. There's a chuckle, more akin to his regular cadence than you expected. It's soft and buttery and warm, everything you know Seonghwa to be outside of punishments. You melt as he dives in for another kiss, nuzzling his nose against your temple in a way that has you forgetting that you're even in trouble in the first place.Â
âGood girl,â he whispers into your skin, cushiony lips tickling your skin before pulling away once more, this time for good, âIt's a shame you only start behaving when you have to face the consequences of misbehaving, though. You have to be made to squirm a little before you decide to listen, hm?â a hand trails its way up your spine making you shudder. The way you grind down on Hongjoong is unintentional, but it still fetches a deep guttural grunt from his lips. It stops your heart in place, the sound so beautiful that you think it makes you fall in love with him all over again. It's nothing new; each day you find something like that. Something that makes your heart speed up in your chest just like it did when you lay eyes on them for the very first time.
You want to do it again, but Seonghwaâs fingers move up to the back of your head and lace themselves in your hair. You brace yourself for the tug thatâs bound to come any second now. It still makes you wince when he tightens his fist.Â
âNow behave for me, won't you? Ride your daddy until he fills you up nice and full of cum, Lamb,â the hand that isn't in your hair reaches over your shoulder and dives down until it's resting atop your tummy. He drums his fingers against the plush flesh before letting them come to a standstill just below your navel. âIt shouldnât be so hard since you obviously know best. Youâre so independent, right? You can do this without our help.â And just like that his touch is gone and he steps away. You hear him retreat back to his chair, the creak of the old leather letting you know when heâs sunk back down onto it.Â
It feels bizarrely lonely, in a way. Sitting there with no soft touches from either of your lovers, having to move and think for yourself. There's no warm hand to hold your waist and guide you, no whispers in your ear to send your overactive brain silent. You're cold and lonely and devils you're thinking way too much. You want it to stop, so with a shaky breath, you use Hongjoongâs chest to stabilise yourself as you push your hips up. With one hand you line yourself up with his cock and sit, moaning as he stretches you out. It's a little painful; they normally spend an age prepping you before even thinking about using their cocks. Perhaps they thought you and Yeosang had gone further than a simple blowjob. Maybe they didn't realise you hadn't already been opened up.Â
âSo tight, darling,â Hongjoong muses, his face screwing up in pleasure as he bottoms out, completely sheathed within your walls. You do what you assume is the right thing and tense around him; he gives you a moan and you can't help but let it inflate your ego just a touch. It might be easier than you assumed to make him cum. Maybe youâll be in his arms before you even know it! âBut I don't recall you being asked to just warm me up. Ride me, pretty girl. Make me cum inside your tight fucking cunt, hm?â
You almost whimper at his instructions. Despite your newfound belief in yourself, you still don't want to be in this position. Your cunt might be stuffed full but you still feel weirdly empty. With a sigh, you remind yourself that the quicker you make him cum, the quicker you get taken care of. You brace your hands on his chest and grind your hips against his. He gives you a contented groan, eyes fluttering closed with pleasure.
You can do this; you can get what you want.Â
You continue to move your hips back and forth, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth as the pain slowly turns into pleasure. It's not hard to find a careful rhythm but it certainly is to maintain it. The moment his tip grinds up against that divine spot within you, you stutter, your movements almost lagging for a moment or two before the man beneath you bucks his hips up into yours. It serves as a reminder of your task, and you return to your prior pace once more.Â
But it's not enough. Hongjoong is moaning and sighing but the longer you continue the more you become aware that he is no closer to orgasm than he was when you started riding him. In fact, that initial motion, the first grind of your hips; that's probably when he felt it most, the urge to spill his seed inside of your tight hole. You can move as much as you want, change your pace as often as you feel necessary, but nothing is going to alter the fact that you simply cannot make him cum.Â
It's a harsh reality to face, and you canât help but let it go to your head. You feel almost worthless, although that's probably too harsh of a word. Useless may be more suited to the emotions rushing through your body. If you can't make Hongjoong cum then what? You don't cook or clean, or provide any income. You're not as business-minded as Hongjoong and you don't have the tender touch that Seonghwa gives to all his plants. Youâve never been skilled at following instructions and caring for people like San is and you can hardly fill Yeosangâs shoes when it comes to being, well, Yeosang. What exactly are you good for?
It's almost laughable, the idea that something so small could set off a whirlwind of insecurity in your mind. You can't make your lover cum by yourself, so what? It's not like you've never made him cum, right? You made him cum just this morning⊠You try and hone in on that, but it doesn't quite work. If you make him cum by lying there and looking pretty, are you really making him cum at all? Or is he making himself cum using your bodyâŠ
Your hips come to a standstill, your pelvis sinking down until all your weight rests on Hongjoongâs. âI can't make you cum,â you state simply, âI'm trying so hard and I-â your voice cracks and you have to stop to suck in a deep breath. One that you hope will clear the lump in your throat. It doesn't, and you can't swallow it down; you squeeze your eyes shut and the dam just⊠breaks. âI can't make you cum, Hongjoong.â
You miss the way he winces at the sound of his own name. It's something so small but it feels so wrong to hear it when his cock is buried deep within you. Perhaps it was the sound of the blood rushing through your ears that blocks the sound of him whispering the word back to you as his face grows concerned. Your gaze drops to his stomach and you don't see the worried glance he passes over your shoulder to his husband, still nursing his wine with a thoughtful look on his face. Seonghwa frowns as Hongjoong, usually so sure of himself, looks to him for guidance. Truth be told, Seonghwa needs guidance in this situation too. He glances at your sad form and-
OhâŠ
Guidance.
âLamb,â he coos as he rises from his chair, voice soft yet somehow still dominant. There's no hint of condescension left, nor is there any sign of teasing; it's just pure, undiluted Seonghwa. Like a warm shower, it washes over you and you heave in a sob. So gentle, so kind, and for what? For someone who has no use outside of sitting and looking pretty. You hate it. âWhat's wrong with my precious girl, hm? Since when did you doubt yourself so much?â
The click, click, click of his heels rings through the room again, except this time its less like the daunting countdown of a ticking time bomb and more like the familiar grandfather clock that sits just down the hallway outside of Yeosangâs room. It brings you comfort, acting as a palm tree in your tsunami of emotions. You grab onto the sound and don't let go until it suddenly comes to a stop by your side. Your heart stops as the sound stops, but then a warm pair of lips descend on your cheek and everything is just a little bit better again.Â
âSince when does my darling Lamb give up just because you can't do something?â a finger trails up your spine, stopping just as it reaches the nape of your neck. It twists itself into your hair, tugging just enough so that your eyes meet Hongjoongâs again. Big and brown and full of empathy. Your heart breaks for him; he shouldn't feel bad for something that's your fault. âMy lamb killed nearly all the cacti in her Mommyâs greenhouse just because you wanted to learn how to garden; you haven't given that up even though your newest cactus is waterlogged and rotting.âÂ
Try as you might, you can't see the relevance of Seonghwaâs anecdote. So what? You're bad at gardening; it's just another thing to add to the list.Â
âAnd you've not once beaten your Daddy at a game of chess, have you?â he gives you a beat or two to mumble out an affirmation, taking that time to kick his shoes off and crawl into the bed himself. He positions himself right behind you, one hand still nestled in your hair, holding your gaze on Hongjoong, and the other snaking its way around your waist. âYet you don't let that stop you from challenging him to a match every single day, my love. You know why that is?â
You shake your head and Seonghwa gives you a little chuckle.Â
âBecause you just don't give up, Lamb,â he pushes his chest flush against your back, grinding his own body into yours to guide your hips. Hongjoong grunts as Seonghwa forces you to pick your movements up once more; slow and sensual yet somehow still firm, just like the man himself. âI actually don't think you're capable of knowing when to stop,â another roll of his hips has Hongjoongâs cock bumping into your most sensitive spot. You break your sad little sniffles with a moan. âSometimes you just need a little guidance in the right direction, Lamb.â
With Seonghwa rutting against your back, you find it a little easier to let go. To let your thoughts melt away into whispers as you let the pleasure fill your mind instead. Theyâre still there, reminding you that even now you're not the one giving him pleasure and pushing Hongjoong to the edge. Ever the empath, though, Seonghwa puts your mind at ease with a series of kisses to your jawline. When he bites down just below your ear, it's like those thoughts never existed in the first place. You moan, the sound of it blocking out the bad.Â
Hongjoong purrs beneath you, chest heaving beneath your hands that are splayed across his pectorals. You get an idea which you execute without a second thought. He'd just look too pretty with crescent moons painted across his pale skin so you don't even try and stop your fingers from curling and your nails digging in. He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes scrunching closed with some sort of masochistic pleasure. That part was all you, you tell the cruel thoughts in your mind as you drag your nails down his chest to make him whimper. The sound he makes as they catch against his nipples is unholy, as are the soft moans Seonghwa chants into your ear each time his hard cock presses into your lower spine.Â
The voice in your head goes silent.Â
âFuck, dove,â Hongjoong voice is strained, barely breaking through the string of grunts and curses he lets out every time your fingers brush against the stiffened buds on his chest, âso good; you're so good. You're our darling, aren't you?â you nod, fully convinced that every word he tells you is the truth, âsay it, dove. Tell us you're our darling.â
âIâm your darling,â your voice catches as Seonghwa snakes his hand down to your pussy, fingers spreading your folds until youâre sure Hongjoong has an unobstructed view of your swollen clit. A lithe finger begins to toy with it and your body goes limp in Seonghwaâs grasp.Â
âThatâs it,â he murmurs as his finger moves expertly against you, âyou're our darling, aren't you? So good for us, letting us push you around and please you. Letting us use your body to pleasure ourselves,â you moan in sync with Hongjoong, punctuating his sentence, âso what you're not good at riding yet; I can name a million other ways you make us happy.â
As if to emphasise his own words, he sighs into your ear, the motion of his hips becoming sloppy before stopping entirely. His breathing is ragged in your ear as he frees the hand from your hair and moves it to your hip to continue guiding you. He came, it seems, messily in his panties in a way that seems so unlike his tidy nature. The implications have you blushing; it seems as though he just couldn't hold himself back.Â
You don't have long to dwell on it though, not with the way his hands draw you back into that relentless rhythm and his fingers draw pretty pictures on your clit. It has you melting all over again, barely giving you time to form a relevant thought before making you squirm on Hongjoongâs cock. You're close, and you can tell your Daddy is too. It's written on his face, clear as day.Â
Hongjoong bucks his hips into yours just as Seonghwa leans in to place a few kisses against your temple. It's sweet, but it's undercut by the familiar warmth that fills you up, erupting from the cock that your daddy keeps nestled tightly within your cunt. You bite down on your lip to hold your own moan back, wanting nothing to interrupt the beautiful sound Hongjoong makes. Seonghwaâs movement slows to a stop, letting you just warm his husbandâs soft cock for now.Â
âBeautiful girl,â Hongjoong breathes out, chest heaving and eyes glazed over with adoration, âthe prettiest place for me to put my cum, aren't you.â
âSo pretty,â Seonghwa agrees, speeding up his fingers in just that right way to make the knot in your stomach tighten, âand so good, taking her punishment like the good girl she is.â He taps his finger against your clit and you can't help but squirm. Hongjoong growls, bucking his own hips from the overstimulation. Seonghwa giggles prettily as he draws you further and further to the edge, âTell her she's a good girl, Mi Amor.â
âSuch a good girl.âÂ
You pull in a breath as you feel your orgasm wash over you like a wave. It pulls you down into the depths of pleasure, filling every cell of your being with that familiar buzz that comes hand-in-hand with good sex. You feel it every morning, every night, your twoâand a half, if you count the werewolf who is no doubt pacing outside the door, meagrely awaiting his own punishmentâlovers taking such good care of you. They fill you with their seed, remind you of your place between them, push you to your limits before bringing you in with endless amounts of love. They take care of you, and it finally seems to click in your brain that that's your place in this weird little family; they take care of you, and they want to take care of you. They like it. The part of your mind that says otherwise sinks into oblivion along with the remnants of your orgasm until all that's left is you, empty-headed and panting in Seonghwaâs arms and on Hongjoongâs cock.Â
Exactly where you belong.Â
Hongjoong lets out a chuckle, breaking the silence that had settled over the three of you, âwell that was certainly eventful,â he says as he tilts his head back to get a view of the knots you tied. Despite being tighter than you originally intended to tie them, it's easy for him to slip free. Such a gentle little creature, he muses to himself, a dove through and through, âYou seemed to have a lot on your mind; would you care to share?âÂ
He takes a moment to move his hands, easing up the stiffness in his wrists before they travel to your hips and interlock seamlessly with Seonghwaâs. They hold you like you're porcelain, precious and priceless. It makes you light up inside.Â
âYes, lamb,â the man behind you sighs, âIâd rather like to know what happened. I knew you weren't exactly going to enjoy being on top, but I never expected it to affect you quite so negatively. What exactly is going on in that precious mind of yours?â
You hum as you lean back against his body, wishing he wasn't still wearing clothes so you could feel just a smidge of his soft skin against your own. You'd have to make do with the warmth that permeates the silk; it's just enough to have you curling into his frame. âNothing anymore,â you say, truthfully, âit was just a lapse of sanity; nothing for you to worry about.â
âAre you sure?â Seonghwa asks.
âPositive,â you giggle, wriggling gleefully on Hongjoongâsover-sensitivee cock until he frees his hand from Seonghwaâs and places a light spank upon the flesh of your thigh. It isn't enough to rid you of your giddiness, but it's certainly enough to still your movements, âI think you fucked the insanity out of meâŠâ
The clock on the end table reads 2:43. Muted sounds of nightlife fill the space outside the walls of your apartment. Youâre sprawled across the couch, half-asleep, with a soft blanket draped over you. You were waiting for your boyfriend to come home. Again.
Leon had been going through a rough patch. He was moody and ready to snap at any moment it seemed. He drank a lot, and he was gone all the time. You knew he had been through so much and there was no end in sight. Thatâs why you tried to put up with it, but all of it was weighing down on you too.
You sharply inhale as the sound of keys being jammed into the lock on the front door rouses you from your stupor. Sitting up straight, you rub your face tiredly. Your eyes are still adjusting to the darkness of the living room when the door opens. A beam of light from the hallway shoots across the floor, but itâs gone just as fast as it appears. You hear the lock click again and then see his shadow brush through the room as if you arenât even there.
Heâs in the kitchen now, and youâre not even fully sure of what heâs doing. But you pad in his direction anyways. Your soft voice breaks through the tense silence with a gentle call of his name.
âLeon?â
He turns to you. Even in the dark when you canât fully see, you can feel the harsh nature of his stare.
âWhat are you doing up? Told you to stop waiting up for me,â he grumbles.
His tone stings, but you continue to approach him.
âI just worry. I canât sleep if I donât know you made it home safe,â you explain yourself quietly.
âJust go to bed. Iâll be there in a second,â he says and turns away again. But before he speaks, you swear you could hear him scoff.Â
You didnât understand where his sudden apparent resentment towards you came from. He had always dealt with so much, constantly feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. But until the last few months, he never took it out on you. Now though, it felt like you were dancing across a floor full of glass shards to avoid setting off an outburst of his.
âI just want to make sure youâre alright,â you say, keeping your voice quiet and cautiously laying your hand on his back.
It immediately became clear to you that touching him was the wrong choice though. He shrugs you off and pushes your hand back down to your side. Now that you were closer, you could smell the scent of booze on him. It wasnât as heavy as previous nights, but it was still present. You retract your hand and stare at him with concern.
âLeon, whatâs wrong? Have I done something to upset you? We can talk about it. I-â you try to defuse the situation before he cuts you off.
âJesus fucking Christ, itâs enough,â he snaps. He fully pulls away from you. âTake a hint. Go to bed.â
He speaks with such disdain for you, it makes your chest ache. âI was just trying to help,â you say, looking like a kicked puppy more and more with each passing moment. He takes no sympathy on you though.
âWell, you arenât helping. You donât know shit about my problems, so stop trying to fix them,â he says to you, his voice ice cold.
âIâm not trying to fix anything. Iâm just trying to be there for you because I love you!â you defend. His miserable disposition was starting to frustrate you. This wasnât the first time youâd jumped through these hoops for him.
âOh, bullshit,â he says with a roll of his eyes.
That slices through you like a knife. Your lips part slightly in shock, and your words tangle up in your throat. You fight back tears, not wanting to seem even more pathetic to him.
âI can see what you want. You want the old me back. But heâs not coming back. He doesnât exist anymore,â he rants at you.
âI never said that. You canât get mad at me for problems youâre creating!â you say to him angrily and cross your arms.
âAw, you donât want me to get mad at you? Did I hurt your feelings, baby? Am I being mean to you?â he mocks with a cruel smile before his emotionless expression returns, âGrow the fuck up.â
You try to ignore his teasing and work towards a solution, but that really hurt. And it seemed like he said it with no thought or remorse, like he had been storing that and it just came out. Tears burn in your eyes and a lump rises in your throat, but you manage to choke out your next statement.Â
âAll you do is push me away. I canât help you because you wonât even tell me whatâs wrong,â you say, forcing your voice to stay even.
âI push you away because you canât handle real problems. You show me that over and over again. I mean, look, youâre almost in tears, and I havenât said anything that bad,â he says with a gesture to your eyes.
âIf Iâm so fucking immature and selfish, why are you even with me?â you ask. A few tears leak from your eyes and down your cheeks but you wipe them away as quickly as you can.
âYou know, Iâve been asking myself that question a lot recently, and itâs getting harder and harder for me to come up with an answer,â he says. He keeps eye contact with ease. His voice is laced with venom. Thereâs no trace of anything but bitter anger.
You honestly struggle to come up with a response. But thatâs ok because he doesnât wait for one before he continues speaking.
âI mean really, what do I get from this relationship? I know what you get. You get the attention youâre so fucking desperate for. But me? What do I get?â he asks, âA dumb little girl who follows me around like a lost puppy? I mean youâve definitely got a pretty face, but itâs everything else thatâs getting harder for me to stomach.â
You canât stop yourself at this point. He knew how to break you down. Your lip juts out ever so slightly and quivers as tears slide down your cheeks. You take a step back from him and look down.
âThere we go. Always with the fucking crying,â he sighs. His tone becomes mocking again as he continues. âYou want me to kiss it better, sweetheart? Tell you everythingâs gonna be ok. That Iâm so so sorry.â
âNo,â you cry, trying to defend yourself, âI donât want any of that from you.â
âIâm sure,â he says flatly.
âFuck you, Leon,â you weep, âI canât win with you. Youâre absolutely hellbent on being miserable. Iâm done. Deal with your shit on your own. I donât give a fuck.â
You turn on your heel and rush off to the bedroom. You fling the door shut, the thud of the slam echoing through the apartment.
At first, Leon didnât care. His initial reaction was a shrug. He walks over to the couch, puts his feet up on the coffee table, and turns on the tv to some old movie. He was in a pissy mood, and he especially wasnât in the mood to deal with you.
But as time goes on, and he sits there alone, a sense of shame starts to cast a shadow over his heart. He keeps seeing your face in his head. The soft look in your eyes while they were full tears he caused. Your body language as he ridiculed you, shrinking away from him, eager to get away but afraid of looking weak. He could hear a replay of his voice spitting out every callous thing he could think of. He felt like such an asshole.
It didnât help that he was surrounded by things of yours. Youâd brought out a pillow and blanket for yourself while you stayed up for him. They smelled like you. On the table, you had a book youâd been reading for a while. Youâd tell him parts and explain the drama to him when he wasnât in a bad mood. The tv remotes, spare the one he had grabbed, were organized in the particular way you always did when you watched tv. He felt the void in his heart growing as you stayed shut away in the bedroom.
You werenât faring much better. You curled up under the comforter on the bed, crying softly into the pillows. You were missing your favorite one since youâd left it out on the couch. You felt a deep ache in your abdomen, a weight that kept you thinking about him and everything heâd said to you.
Despite how tired youâd been before he came home, you couldnât sleep now. No position felt comfortable. Nothing made the bed feel less empty.
You felt so pathetic. You should be mad at him, furious, enraged. He acted like such a dick. He said things that gave you reasonable grounds to kick him out. But you didnât feel that way. You didnât want that. You were heartbroken. He was right. You yearned for him to kiss it better and tell you it was all ok and that he didnât mean any of it.
Eventually, you couldnât take it. You give in. It was humiliating, but that was what you chose. You pad into the living room skeptically. You stand a distance from the couch, afraid of setting off another landmine. But if he wanted to yell, youâd let him at this point. You just wanted him.
He sees you standing near the opening to the hallway that entered the living room. You looked so sad, it tore at his heart. Your face was a mess, your posture was so timid. What was wrong with him?
âCome here,â he sighs and pats his lap.
Without hesitation, you cross the room. Youâre in his arms, against his chest. Your arms are wrapped around him tight while your head is buried in the crook of his neck. You start crying again, but you keep it as quiet as possible, still hearing always with the fucking crying ringing through your mind.
âIâm sorry,â you choke out as you struggle to restrain a sob. You didnât even know what you were really apologizing for. âI donât wanna fight anymore.â
Another deep sigh escapes him. It could have been interpreted as annoyance, but you could tell it was regret. He rubs your back and holds you close against him.
âShhh shhh. Itâs alright, baby. Itâs ok,â he says softly before stroking your hair, âWeâre ok. Iâm sorry.â
âI shouldnât have said anything,â you weep and cling to him.
âNo, sweetheart. Itâs not your fault. I shouldnât⊠I shouldnât be so quick to snap at you,â he says in a hushed tone. He kisses your head and continues rubbing your back, something he always did to calm you down.
He kept his voice quiet to keep his own emotions in check. He wanted you to be ok and to know he was sorry. But you didnât need to know how awful this made him feel. Guilt was gnawing at him now as he watched you cry out the pain his words had inflicted on you. He gently rocks back and forth with you, wanting to calm you down even more.Â
âBaby, this isnât your fault. None of this is,â he says, âI got my own shit going on, and I take it out on you because itâs easy.â
His voice drops to a whisper towards the end of his statement. His words dripped with shame.
âYou donât deserve the shit I say to you, but I just see you standing there, looking so fucking sweet and perfect and youâre looking at me with all the love in the world and I canât fucking take it,â he says, his voice cracking a little, âI donât deserve it.â
âYes, you do,â you cry, grabbing onto him tighter.
âNo, I donât. You shouldnât have to deal with this. Staying up every night, waiting for a mean old fuck to come home and yell at you,â he says. It was now his turn for his eyes to water while a lump grows in his throat.
You were at another loss for words. You didnât know what would convince him not to feel so down on himself. Instead, you press a soft kiss to the side of his throat. He tilts his head back and deeply exhales at the pure gesture.Â
âAnd when I said I didnât know why we were still together⊠I hope you know what a huge lie that was,â he says, âYouâre all I have in this ugly god damn world. Thatâs it. Without you, Iâd just be going through the motions.â
You gaze up at him as he goes through this. You curl your legs up on his lap with the rest of your body and lean into his touch in an attempt to offer him some comfort.
âAnd when I look at you, I see the opposite,â he says, his voice fully breaking now, âI see someone who has her entire future ahead of her, and sheâs wasting it hanging around a guy like me.â
âYouâre not a waste,â you say, sitting up and placing your hand on his cheek.
Your thumb moves back and forth in tiny motions, dragging across the skin soothingly. You both stare into each othersâ tearful eyes.
âYouâre not a waste to me. I love you. Youâre important to my life too,â you say seriously looking at him.
âBabyâŠâ he sighs. You were so fucking cute. If he had any spine, he would break up with you. Force you to do better for yourself. But he couldnât. He knew in his heart of hearts that he would never be able to let you go.
You lean in and give him a soft kiss. You rub your nose with his. You shift on his lap to be in a better position to give him your affection.
His hands fall to your hips to steady you. He returns the gesture and presses two gentle kisses of his own to your cheeks. âIâm sorry, angel,â he whispers.
You lean in for more kisses, accepting the apology with your actions. You rub the back of his neck and press your body against his. The question of whether he deserved forgiveness crossed your mind, but you didnât dwell on it. You didnât really care.
He groans into the kiss as he feels your breasts flush against his chest. Your tongue enters his mouth, and he returns the passion. In a few minutes, saliva coats your lips and your breathing is heavy. You gently roll your hips down.
He feels that as soon as you do it. He disconnects his lips for a moment and looks at you with dilated pupils. You rock your hips again, bringing down your clothed cunt on his jeans. The stiff fabric gives you a good amount of friction and coaxes a whine from your throat.
âHoney,â he grunts, âAre you sure? Youâre not just doing this because⊠because you think you have to, right?â
He didnât want you using sex because you thought thatâs what would please him. But he also couldnât ignore the feeling of his cock hardening in pants.
You shake your head, panting as you grind on him, your lips still flushed from making out. âI wanna feel your love,â you say, your voice breathless.
That didnât make him feel much better, but you felt so fucking good. âBabe, I can make you feel loved in other ways. Afterwards, I can show-â
âWanna feel close,â you say before kissing him some more to shut him up.
Well, this would be as close as you could get. That put him at enough ease to give in to his urges. He grabs your hips harder, kneading the flesh of your ass too, and guides your movements. Both of you let out pleasurable sounds at the sensation.
âSo fucking good to me,â he grunts, âMy perfect girl.â
Your hips donât stop as you pull off your thin sleep top. Your head falls back at the muted pleasure you were receiving from rubbing yourself on him.
His hands leave your hips and cup your tits. He squeezes them and then brings his mouth to a nipple. He flicks his tongue on the peak and swirls it with dedication. You let out a breathy whine.
He scoots you closer and continues his mouthâs work on your chest. His cock was now completely stiff in his pants, offering you even better friction. You feel it pressing on your clit just how you like, and you bite your lip. He can tell itâs feeling good.
He pulls his lips away from your nipples. Then he lays a few wet kisses on your jaw before picking you up by the waist and laying you back on the couch. He tugs off your shorts and panties.
His hand slides between your legs. He drags his fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you were.
âSuch a sweet girl,â he breathes and captures your lips again in a quick kiss, âYouâre soaked, babydoll.â
You nod timidly. He rubs you a little more, circling your throbbing clit and gliding over your wanting hole. You bite your lip and moan softly. Your hips rock against this touch as well before you suddenly whimper at a loss of contact and look up to see him sliding your fingers in his mouth. He groans at the taste of you before pulling the fingers back out of his mouth.
Reaching down, he unbuckles belt and drops his pants to the floor. He strokes his solid, flushed cock a few times. With the faint glow of the tv casting over the two of you, you can see a bead of precum emerging from the head. He adjusts his stance and positions himself at your entrance.
âIâm so sorry, little love. Let me try to make it better,â he breathes as he pushes inside.
Moans bubble in his throat as your tight, wet heat engulfs him. His head tilts back, and a ragged breath puffs from his lips. He grips the back of your thighs and holds your legs up.
Heâs slow at first, dragging himself in and out, making sure to feel every inch of you. Your eyes flutter at the feeling, and your hips squirm for more.
As he begins to really thrust and set a consistent pace, he leans down to kiss you again. Itâs sloppy and rushed, but he needed to feel you like this. He needed to feel that he hadnât broken the connection you two had.
âMy precious fucking girl. Am I making you feel good? Do you feel close to me?â he grunts, his grip tightening, âCan you tell how much I love you?â
You whine in response and nod. Your body heats up as he continues to slide in and out. He stretches you out just the way you like, fills you up so perfectly. He hits every sweet spot inside of you to make you forget he was even capable of saying such mean things sometimes.
You reach your arms up and pull his head down to rest against your neck. Your eyes were still full of your tears from earlier and a few slip out because of the strong difference between the euphoria of right now compared to the despair of the last hour.
One of your thighs drops back on the couch as the hand that was holding it comes up to your hair. He laces his fingers through the strands and begins pressing messy kisses to the side of your throat.
âMy pretty baby,â he whispers against your skin, âI couldnât ask for anything more.â
His hips continue their movements, his pelvis connecting with the skin of your ass over and over. He nuzzles your neck. You can hear his mix of harsh pants and soft groans right next to your ear. You cling to him as the heat inside you rises.
âTell me how it feels, sweetheart. Wanna make sure youâre getting everything you deserve,â he says.
âFeels perfect,â you whimper after a string of moans, âI- Iâm gonna cum soon.â
âMe too, doll,â he says. His hips piston into you harder. Your hands dig into the muscles of his back while your toes curl
âFuck, fuck, fuck, Leon,â you choke out as a cry leaves you.
âMhm, good baby. I want you to cum for me, honey. I want you to feel so fucking good. Let it all go,â he says.Â
His hand slides from his hair to your face and brushes away some of your tears. He kisses your cheek softly as you fall over the edge into bliss. Your body convulses underneath him as you release. You moan and writhe and the whole time he strokes your hair, cooing at you âmy pretty girlâ and âso so good for me.â
You were so tight around him. The sight of your eyes squeezing shut and your lips parting in ecstasy was too much for him. He thrusts into you a few more times before a moan rumbles through his chest and out of his mouth. He slams deep inside of you to spill himself. Hot, thick ropes of cum flood your insides.
You were shaky and trembling as he pulled out and planted a kiss on your forehead. He sits back on the couch, pushing the hair out of his face before pulling you up and close to him. He positions you on his lap and holds you to his chest.
He starts rubbing your back again and kissing your hairline. âLove you, babydoll. So so fucking much,â he whispers.
Your eyes close as you return the embrace and melt into his lap. You nuzzle and kiss his chest, relaxing into the affection.
âThereâs my girl. All mine,â he coos.
You nod, enjoying the nice moment and letting yourself pretend that this whole cycle wouldnât repeat in a few days time.
a 141 x reader where they realize they did hurt you after 'that thing'?
Ahhh yes I can do this! Thanks for the request!!
I'm getting over a bit of writers block. I hope these are okay!!!
141 + König à Reader Where They Hurt You During Sex
Warnings: mentions of sex, pain, mentions of discomfort, crying and swearing. -ends in fluff
Simon Ghost Riley-
Simon had a tough week. He had so much bent up aggression and stress that he was desperate to release. He found you in the shower, and felt his cock hardening in his pants. He was quick to discard his clothes and join you, and not long after, he was taking you from behind as the warm water beat down on his back.
Simon was pounding into you, setting a brutal pace you weren't used to with him. He was never particularly gentle during sex, but he was never aggressive toward you.
Tears sprung in the corners of your eyes, as each time his cock slammed back into you, it sent waves of pain throughout your body. You let out a small wail, and Simon had mistaken it for a sound of pleasure. "That's it, baby."
His grip on your hips tightened, and you let out a scream as the pain began to be unbearable. You choked out a small sob. "Simon! Stop!"
Simon immediately paused his movements, his cock ripping out of you. "Baby? Are you okay?"
You let out a small sob as the pain slightly lessened, but your insides still ached deeply, and the bruises on your hips began to form angrily. You didn't say a word as you just shook your head.
Simon's heart shattered as he quickly turned off the water and ran out of the shower to get a towel.
He came back quickly and wrapped it around you, helping you out of the shower. He pulled you close to him. His grip was tight around you. "I'm so sorry."
You leaned into his chest as you regained your breath and listened to his rapidly beating heart. "It's okay, Si."
"No, it's not okay. I shouldn't have gone that hard. I took my stress out on you, and I'm sorry." He rubbed soothing circles into your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your wet hair.
You pulled away and looked up at him with a small smile. "Simon. It's alright, I promise."
Simon picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bed, setting you down gently. You gave a playful protest, pushing at his shoulders. "I'm all wet, I'll get the sheets soaked!"
"I'll throw some fresh ones on later. Just let me hold you for a while." He murmured as he moved to lay behind you, pulling you into him. "I promise I won't ever hurt you again."
Johnny MacTavish-
Johnny had wanted to try a new sex position tonight, one he'd stumbled upon in his "research" when he was on missions.
He was on top of you and placed both of your legs on his shoulders as he began to thrust into you. The new position allowed him to go deeper than he'd ever been before, causing quite a bit of discomfort for you. Your legs began to burn from the stretch, and his cock was at angles that had your insides screaming. You let out a strangled cry, pushing on Johnny's chest slightly, and he stopped what he was doing immediately. "Babe?"
He pulled out of you and laid next to you, pulling you into him. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry."
You sniffled slightly as the pain began to fade, and shoved your head into Johnny's chest. "It's okay."
He enclosed his arms around you and peppered your forehead with kisses. "I'm so sorry, I should've noticed you were in pain."
"I didn't say anything. It's not your fault." You said as you began to thread your fingers through the hair on his chest.
He nodded slowly before pressing a kiss to your lips. "Let me order us takeout, I won't have you cooking for us tonight."
"Johnny, it's really okay. You don't need to, buy." You started before Johnny pressed another kiss to your lips.
"Babe, it's the least I can do. We can gorge ourselves on crappy food while watching that horrible rom com you love so much." He gave a cheeky smile before sliding off the bed to grab his phone.
"I don't know what I've done to deserve you Johnny. I love you."
"I love you too, babe. More than you know. Now, be a good pet, and let me make it up to you." He chuckled before dialing your nearest pizza shop.
John Price-
John had you bent over your ass firmly in the air as he forced himself into you from behind. He was eager tonight. It had been a while since the two of you were together, and he hadn't prepped you as well as he should've.
His cock was stretching you uncomfortably, and each time he trusted into you, there was a horrible stinging from your hole.
"J-John." You squeaked, your voice coming out hoarse.
John took it as a sign to keep going, and you let out a loud screech as he picked up his pace. Unable to get any words out, your hand flailed wildly behind you, and John immediately stopped. "Love?"
You let out a sob as he pulled himself out of you, the relief being immediate for you. Your breathing slowed as you regained your senses.
John was quiet, his eyes watching your every move. He felt horrible, his own needs had overshadowed yours, and now you were hurt because of it.
You laid down on the bed and brought your knees to your chest. "C'mere, John."
He shook himself of his self-loathing thoughts and pulled you into his arms, settling himself behind you. "I'm so sorry, baby. I was blinded by my own needs. I didn't think to check on you. Let me make it up to you."
"It's alright, hun." You said softly, hugging onto your husband's arms. "Just hold me and I'll be alright."
John stayed with you like that for hours, rubbing at your flesh softly and peppering kisses to your shoulder. He constantly whispered his apologies, and soft "I love you's" until you both fell asleep cuddled together.
The next morning, you awoke to the smell of eggs and bacon, John making it very clear he wanted to do what he could to make it up to you.
Kyle Gaz Garrick-
Kyle barely made it through the door before he'd jumped your bones. He'd been away for a week for some training and was beyond desperate for you.
He'd ripped off your clothing and hoisted you up so you could wrap your legs around his midsection. His kiss was bruising, and needy, a clash of teeth and tongue as he singlehandedly pulled down his pants, freeing his cock.
He'd shoved into you with fervor, pounding up into you, effectively fucking you up into the wall. You cried out as your legs tightened around his waist, egging him on.
He walked toward the couch and laid the two of you down rather harshly, and the back of your head smacked off the wooden arm of the couch. Your hand flew to your head and loud out a small squeal. "Ow!"
"Fuck! Kid, I'm so sorry." Kyle pulled away and crouched down to you to inspect your head. His heart sank as he felt a small bump forming already. "I was going too fast, I should've slowed down."
You looked at him for a moment before erupting in a fit of laughter. Kyle sat confused, watching as your body wracked from your giggles. "Y/N?"
"It's fine! It's fine." You managed to get out through your giggles. "Phew, never had that one happen before."
As you clearly didn't seem to be bothered, Kyle allowed himself to chuckle as well. "Are you sure you're okay? I can go get an ice pack."
"I'm fine, promise. I'd be better if you finished what you started." You threw him an overly dramatic wink and beckoned him closer to you.
And who was Kyle to say no? Not that he didn't insist on icing your head later. (He forced you to sit still for nearly 20 minutes as he iced your head, and pressed a half dozen kisses to your lips as an apology)
König-
You woke up with a wince as you rolled over in bed, your sides aching. You sat up in bed, waking König up next to you. "Go back to sleep, baby. Just going to take a shower."
You peeled your shirt off your body, revealing a slew of bruises lining your hips in the shapes of fingerprints. You hissed slightly as the movement caused your bruises to ache.
This was not missed by König, however, who was watching on from the bed in horror. Was he truly that rough with you?
"M-maus." His voice came out shaky as you turned to him. "I hurt you."
Your heart broke at the sight of him. It was clear he was on the verge of tears, as his bottom lip was quivering slightly. "It's okay, Kö. It looks worse than it is."
"Please, don't lie to me." He begged, approaching you slowly. "I hurt you."
You stayed silent, unsure of what to say. It truly did look worse than it was, and you wouldn't lie, and say that König wasn't rougher than usual last night.
He got to his knees in front of you and inspected the bruises lining your abdomen. He placed gentle kisses on each bruise before his eyes landed on yours. "Please forgive me, I didn't know I was hurting you."
"König, love, it's truly okay. I'm okay." You gave him a warm smile, but he shook his head. He walked past you and made his way to the bathroom. You could hear the rub running before you heard him call your name.
You walked into the bathroom to find him drawing you a bubble bath. He turned to you with a sad smile. "Water should be warm, climb on in."
He helped you into the water, before crouching down beside you as he watched you settle in the water.
"König, come in. It's alright, I'm not mad at you at all." You gestured to the tub with a warm smile. You knew he was beating himself up.
"I'm mad at myself, Maus." He looked down at his hands in shame. "I promised never to hurt you."
"König, get in here right now before I make you." You chuckled, trying to ease the mood. "Need my giant boyfriend to be a headrest for me."
He blinked a few times before looking up at you, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Of course."
He was quick to discard his clothes and climbed into the tub behind you, pulling your frame into him gently. "Ich liebe dich so sehr, Engel." (I love you do much, angel)
König spent the rest of the day attached to your hip. He'd insisted on making you a cup of coffee and toast and even went as far as pulling out your chair for you to sit down. He made certain he'd make it up to you, one way or another.
Relationship: Sam Winchester/Reader/Dean Winchester (no Wincest, ew)
Content: EXPLICIT (18+ only), oral (f and m receiving), A LOT of degradation, praise, pussy slapping, p in v, DP, creampie (recreate responsibly), this is filthy so please be advised, âbitchâ is used in the dirty talk.
Summary: Can your body tell the difference between the brothers? If youâre correct, youâll be rewarded. If not, wellâŠ
A/N: Writing this had me completely soaked iâm not gonna lie. ANYWAY HAVE FUN.
Darkness shrouds your vision under the blindfold, having been tied around your head by Dean moments before you were carefully stripped down, layer by layer, until you lay completely bare on his bed. He gives off hardly any sound to gauge your surroundings, as if a predator animal circling its prey.
Goosebumps run along your arms as cold air brushes by, but the presence stirring this air is different than Dean. You freeze where you lay, closing your legs and covering your aching tits with your shivering arms.
Despite your uncertainty, your exposed core is molten while you wait for Deanâs voice to ring out. Your body is rigid once more when someone else speaks.
âWeâre gonna play a game.â
Samâs voice is low and clear, and now heâs seen you stark naked, sprawling open on his brotherâs bed, waiting for your boyfriend to please you. You reeled silently over where and when he couldâve made his way into the room. Had he been here the whole time, watching everything?
Familiar hands slide over your shielding arms and coax them apart, letting cool air kiss your pebbled nipples.
Dean whispers, âItâs okay, baby girl, youâre safe with Sammy. He ainât gonna hurt you.â
Your head snaps to his voice, about to protest, but Deanâs mouth finds yours in earnest, groaning into your slacked mouth. You swallow his sounds nonetheless, hearing Samâs voice echo around the room once again.
âDean, want to explain whatâs going on?â
Your boyfriend hums against your lips before he breaks away, mumbling against your cheek.
He mutters, âPoor Sammyâs been pretty lonely lately-â
You can sense Samâs scowling, âNo, I havenât-â
âSo I invited him to play, too.â Deanâs lips work across your slacked jaw, trailing up to the tender spot below your ear, making you squirm into his lean form.
The warmth and softness tells you that he did away with his own clothes, and all you could imagine was if Sam did the same.
âA⊠game?â you whisper.
A new hand wanders to your calf, radiating a deep warmth into your skin. Itâs bigger than Deanâs, so you instantly know itâs Sam at your lower end.
Samâs voice is closer to where you lay, you tense at his words, âJust one rule: guess whoâs who.â
âMhm,â Dean hums against your collarbone now, skirting his lips downward, âyâgotta guess if itâs me or Sammy makinâ you feel good, sweetheart.â
One of the brothers slides a hand to your chest, palming your tits with eagerly, since Dean was near your chest when he kissed you, surely it was him.
You nip at your bottom lip, stifling a moan as two fingers roll your nipple. âDean.â
âNope,â says Sam, landing a sharp slap on your tit, striking your perk nipple. You release your lower lip with a cry, panting softly at the twinge of pain.
âWasnât me, baby,â Dean mutters, right below your belly button, ever lowering himself, âif you get it wrong, you get punished. If you get it right, you get a reward.â
You nod dumbly at the instructions. The hand on your tits brushes your cheek, then travels between the valley of your breasts, and vanishes. The only sensation on your body is a pair of lips traveling toward your thighs, and what lies between them.
âNow, letâs see what weâve got here,â says Dean, his voice sounds from between your thighs, closing in on your dripping slit.
Somehow, the mystery of this, and Samâs surprising involvement sends fire roiling through your gut, and straight to your needy pussy. You shift your thighs together and clench your cunt onto nothing.
Deanâs fingers spread your slick folds, gently prying your thighs apart with a free hand. You relax your legs and flex your hips wide, baring yourself to him, and giving him free reign over the sight before him.
A low whistle sounds above your tummy, âFuck, thatâs a pretty pussy, Dean. Every night?â
âJust about,â Dean replies. Their voices mix too closely to differentiate who is who, sending you into a tizzy. âBut that pussyâs mine whenever I want it.â
Sam comments, âLucky guy. If I had a girl with a pussy like this, Iâd be using it every night.â
Two fingers dip between your folds, using your slick to easily slide past your entrance, and curling perfectly inside. You gasp, giving your answer with a shaky exhale.
âDean. Itâs Dean.â
He purrs, âAttagirl - youâd know my fingers anywhere, wouldnât you, sweetheart?â Dean pumps his fingers one, two, three times before he removes them.
You whine at the empty feeling, rolling your hips to search for something, anything, to gain pressure from. Your clit throbs between your slick folds, aching with need.
A pair of hands pries your thighs open, holding you securely before a tongue slides into your slit. You release a soft moan and buck your hips onto the warmth. Itâs familiar, but the hands arenât the same.
âDean?â you ask waveringly. A low hum sounds against your clit, sending the tremors through the aching bud.
Samâs voice sounds from above Deanâs head, âSmart girl. Iâm just holding you open for him, honey.â
You smile at your success, still letting yourself relish in the sensations flooding through your clit, happily lapped at by Dean. He swirls his tongue around your pearl, taking it between his teeth to make you hitch a breath. Dean smiles wickedly against your pussy.
âOkay, sweetheart,â Dean announces, breaking away from your sex. A moment passes before you hear him again. âGuess who.â
His voice is still near your thighs. You arenât spread open again, but a tongue dips between your folds and finds your clit, teasing and light. It feels like Dean, with its soft lapping and swirling motions, mixed with thick stripes from your throbbing hole to your hardening clit.
A light pinch on your thigh instructs you to answer, âDean.â
The mouth breaks away and is replaced with a harsh slap, directly on your clit. You cry out, loudly.
âWrong,â growls Sam. His thumb runs a circle around your clit, pressing harshly enough to make you cry out. The mix of pain and pleasure is overwhelming enough to make you cry. Tears prick the back of your eyes, welling over and slipping past your cheeks, dampening the blindfold.
Deanâs voice startles you next to your ear. His thumb swipes along your cheekbone, collecting remnants of your tears.
âAww, donât cry, pretty girl,â he coos, âdid Sammy hurt you?â The touches on your clit soften up. Samâs fingers brush around further, wet with a new slickness, and he hums happily.
âI dunno, Dean. Little slutâs still getting wet,â Sam protests, dipping a finger past your tight entrance. Deanâs smile is palpable, and a new wickedness fills his tone.
His mouth brushes your ear, âYou like that, baby? Yâlike it when he slaps your little pussy? Never knew you were such a slut for the pain, sweetheart.â
âWhore for it, more like. Fuck. Practically dripping for me,â Samâs fingers delve further and curl, longer than Deanâs and striking deeper than youâd ever felt. Your back arches with the motions, followed by soft, whimpering moans as Sam pumps his fingers through your fluttering walls.
Deanâs mouth finds your nipple, licking and biting with fervor. A free hand travels to the other and twists roughly, making you gasp, though another rush of heat heads to your pussy, clenching down on Samâs fingers.
He hisses through gritted teeth, âJesus, sheâs tight.â
Humming sounds around your toyed nipple, âMhm.â Deanâs words brush over your skin, âPerfect lilâ pussy, all for me.â
âWilling to share?â Sam asks, picking up his pace inside of you, dragging his fingers along your g-spot with each movement.
Dean snaps, âDonât press your luck.â
Possessive bastard, you think, but moan sharply.
Samâs tongue finds your clit once again, suckling at the small nub while his fingers stay busy. The combination unravels you quickly and your orgasm chases you in a matter of seconds.
Your walls clench around his fingers, and Sam mutters something under his breath. Dean slaps your tit this time.
âCanât cum without permission, sweetheart,â he says. When youâre together itâs his rule that you always have his say-so, apparently itâs no different here.
You start to protest, but he stops you, âIf youâre cumming at all, itâs with my permission, do you understand me?â
Sam nips at your clit to make you answer, âY-yes, sir.â
You can feel Sam smiling on your pussy. He mumbles, âYou trained her well, Dean.â
Dean pulls away from your chest, and his voice travels toward where Sam lies between your thighs. You assume itâs Dean slapping your upper thigh, close to where Samâs head rests atop your cunt.
âPerfectly trained little bitch.â
Your orgasm is trailing behind, you gasp out, âCan I cum, sir?â
A beat passes.
âCum.â
In an instant, you do. Your release blasts like a firework behind your eyes as you clench around Samâs fingers, mewling softly while he pumps you through the shockwaves. Sam pulls himself from you, and you hear him shift to stand with his brother.
Dean pats your thigh, âBeautiful, isnât she, Sammy?â
A low growl rumbles from Samâs throat, âI want her, Dean. I want to feel her.â
The back-and-forth electrifies your nerves. You were Deanâs, but now that Sam was seemingly fighting him over you, there was no way of knowing what would be next.
âNot today, Sam.â
Not today?
Sam grunts in frustration, but concedes. You can hear him trek over to the head of the bed, close enough that you can feel a radiating heat from his, apparently, nude form. The bed dips just next to your head. You crane your neck toward him and are met with a warm, thick cock against your cheek.
You lay perfectly still, waiting.
Deanâs voice breaks the silence, âOrder her, Sam. Poor thing gets too cock drunk to think. Tell her what to do.â
âOpen,â Sam commands, lightly smacking your jaw. You open wide, sticking out your tongue as Dean had conditioned you to. âTongue out and everything. She really is well-trained.â
The head of Deanâs cock eases through your folds, making you gasp around the head of Samâs length. His voice is proud and sinister.
âLike I said - perfect. Little. Bitch.â
His cock presses into your entrance, the first substantial filling of the night. You whine around Samâs dick, eagerly swirling your warm tongue around it and collecting salty precum along the way.
âAnd the best part of owning this pussy, Sam⊠is that I get to fill it. As often as I want.â
Relief showers over you at the mention. The thought of your boyfriendâs thick, hot cum spilling inside of you made you shiver with anticipation, tightening around his cock.
Dean lets out a low whistle, âWish you could feel how tight she got just now. Sweet girl just loves it when I stuff her full, doesnât she?â
You nod, bobbing your head along Samâs considerable length, hollowing your cheeks to give him the same level of suction you do to his brother. Fuck, he was missing out on so, so much.
âPerfect mouth,â Sam comments, âyou really got lucky, Dean.â Your boyfriend chuckles as his cock pushes deeper, stretching you out to fit him until he plunges in full hilt.
Sam shoves himself inward when you cry out, stuffing your mouth entirely full with his cock. The head crashes against the back of your throat, making you gag harshly around him. He grips your hair with both hands for leverage. The pace is brutal, and youâre silently thankful that Dean isnât this ferocious with his own blowjobs.
âGentle on her mouth, Sammy,â Dean scolds, his big-brother tone invading his words, âgotta take it slow.â
âNah,â he dismisses, âI bet she can handle it.â Sam angles his hips and turns your head, twisting you to accommodate his girth. His cock plunges deeper into your throat from this angle, but to your surprise you do not gag this time. The thrusts are harsh but mildly painless.
Samâs breathing grows more ragged by the second, while Dean happily sinks into your hungry cunt, filling you out with every glorious inch of his length.
âTurn her over,â Sam demands. Dean stills inside of you for a split second before he moves again. His hands find your hips and twist them around. Sam removes himself from your mouth to grant you some fresh air.
With their help, youâre on all fours between the boys. Dean at your back, Sam in the front, both with their cocks twitching at the slightest touch. Dean gives Sam a shit-eating grin as he slams his cock into you. Hard.
Sam springs into action when your mouth opens again in a cry. Your mouth is stuffed with his cock like before, but this angle is even better. Youâre laid flatter for a perfect throat-fucking.
âThere we go,â Sam murmurs, âthatâs much better. Relax your throat, sweetheart.â
Against the new strain on your throat, you do as youâre instructed. Sam pushes himself further until your face is pressed into his abdomen.
Completely, and impossibly, full.
Dean marvels at Samâs depth in your mouth, and gapes at the sight below him where his cock meets your cunt, stretched taught around his girth. Each moan and groan serves as more encouragement for Dean to pick up the pace.
His cock crashes through your constricting walls, striking against your cervix when he plunges deeper, deeper, and deeper into your aching cunt. Dean groans when you tighten around him, closing in on another orgasm. A free hand smacks your ass hard enough to leave a bruise.
âCum,â Dean orders.
This one is harsher than the last, leaving you screaming around Samâs cock, muffled and gagged by the thick head of him.
âAttagirl. You want Sammy to cum, too? Want him to fill you up?â
As much as you can muster, you nod. Sam smiles toward Dean - a wicked grin that says Thatâs right, Iâm gonna fill your girl up before you can.
Dean glowers at his brother and thrusts faster, scowling the entire time as he urges his own orgasm to chase after him. With his competitive streak and the way you wrapped around him, he wasnât far behind.
âFuuuck,â groans Dean, his cock twitching inside your ravaged cunt.
Sam lets out a gasp as he shudders inside your mouth. His hips falter and he releases deep in your throat. Tears fall past your cheeks as you struggle for air, but your eyes roll back at the salty, savory taste of his cum.
And Dean isnât far behind. He remains resilient when his orgasm reaches him - the thrusts donât waver or lessen, but are more insistent. A groan rumbles from him as he finishes. The familiar warmth of his thick cum floods through your pussy, making you clench around his cock, eager to savor every last drop, as always.
âThatâs it, babygirl, keep it inside.â
You tighten even when he leaves you, now left hollow and achey. Dean nods to Sam to pull out to let you breathe. The younger brother thumbs your bottom lip as you gasp.
You swallow Samâs cum fully and thankfully, smiling blindly at him.
Dean lands a smack on your ass in congratulation, watching you clench your cunt into nothing, keeping his seed deep inside of you.
âGreedy girl. Donât wanna waste any of it, do you?â
You shake your head with a smile, proud that you served them both to their desires.
Maybe not for Sam, but that was a different matter.
Dean leans forward to grab your blindfold, swiftly untying it and tossing it to the side. You slump to your side while you let your eyes adjust to the new light. The boys gently massage into your joints to ease them back to normal, though theyâd surely be sore for hours, if not a day or two.
âYou okay, baby?â Dean asks.
You pant softly to settle yourself, and smile, completely sated. Your words slur unintelligibly.
Sam laughs, âFucked dumb, huh?â
âJust how she likes it.â
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