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bambirex · 1 year ago

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Good Enough To Eat

Pairing: Geraskier

Characters: Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier

Additional tags: roleplay, feeding kink, hand feeding, chubby jaskier, belly kink, belly rubs, biting, possessive behavior, finger sucking, nipple licking, horny geralt of rivia, horny jaskier, but also they're soft for each other, hand jobs, teasing, dirty talk, providing kink, it's probably not a thing but it is now, don't like don't read

Word count: 2,375 words

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: explicit

Part 2 of the Predator & Prey series

Summary: “It’s true what they say about wolves,” Jaskier started, his voice much lower than usual- sensual and needy. He only talked like this when he wanted to play their game. Not even just regular sex, but the kind that they have discovered months prior due to a ridiculous, horny song found by accident. A sinful performance they put on for each other.

“That they like to take care of their pack. The big alpha would provide for his family, making sure they’re well-fed…”

Jaskier took one of Geralt’s hands and led it under the blanket and over his stomach. Geralt couldn’t suppress a moan when he felt his fingers dig into soft flesh, yielding like dough beneath his hand.

“Is this what it’s about, huh?” Jaskier huffed out a laugh, his breath hot and moist against the skin of Geralt’s neck. “The wolf wants to feed up the bunny so he would be happy and healthy?”

Author's notes: Some of you have probably noticed that I expanded Me And Mr. Wolf into a series- I am planning on adding some super kinky pieces, all set in the whole wolf and bunny roleplay thingy. I am bringing a kink for the second installment that might not be everyone's cup of tea, so if it isn't yours, please look away! If it compels you though, drop me a comment ;)

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Jaskier was such a scrawny thing. Sure, he had some baby fat on his face that made his cheeks round out adorably when he smiled, and a layer of softness to the rest of his body, but Geralt could literally feel his bones when he hugged him a little too tight. And that just wouldn’t do.

If Jaskier wanted to continue their journey together- which was obvious, especially now that they’d established their romance -, he needed to put on a little weight. He was freezing to the point his teeth were chattering when it was cold, and he sometimes nearly collapsed after a performance. He was just, to put it simply, a little too thin for Geralt’s liking.

He made sure to up Jaskier’s portions. He always gave the bard the bigger, juicier part of the meat and made sure to season it a little better. Geralt loved to see the satisfied smile on Jaskier’s face when he ate something good, and he loved seeing him lean back with a content expression and a full belly even more. When their coin allowed for it, Geralt would venture into town and track down the best bakery he could find to retrieve some sugary sweetness for his companion. It always made Jaskier squeal with happiness.

It soon appeared that Jaskier actually had a really good appetite, he just needed a bit of a nudge. The poet was often too far gone inside his own head, focusing on everything but taking care of his own needs. He did have a lovely hedonistic streak in him, though, and with Geralt solely taking on the role of his caretaker, his food intake finally increased.

And so did his body weight, which Geralt noticed immediately and felt very flustered by.

All that doting, all those big meals and extra desserts paid off. Jaskier has grown a bit plump under Geralt’s ministrations: his already soft face rounded out even more, making him look so adorable and pinchable. He’s grown a rounded little belly that pushed against his thin chemises and made it harder for some of his doublets to close. It sat on his lap comfortably over his meatier thighs. His bum filled out his baggy trousers a lot more, round like a peach.

Watching him soften, and knowing it was his doing woke something primal and possessive up in Geralt.

There was something incredibly thrilling about providing for someone, about being the one who took care of Jaskier so well that it left marks on his body.

He wasn’t the only one who thought that way.

“You sure seem to like feeding me lately,” Jaskier all but purred as he snuggled up to Geralt. His body was so soft against Geralt’s own hard and chiseled one. The contrast made him stifle a groan as he wound an arm around Jaskier to hold him close.

“Is that so?”

“Come on, Geralt,” Jaskier laughed, “you think I wouldn’t notice that my portions can suddenly feed a family? Or that you disappear for half a day only to return with all kinds of exotic sweets, which then you would always give me?”

“I like taking care of you,” Geralt admitted, a little sheepishly. “And you are so thin.”

He looked down at the soft flesh of Jaskier’s arm that rested over his chest.

“Were,” he corrected himself, feeling his cheeks heat up. Jaskier only grinned wider as he nuzzled into Geralt’s neck.

“Yeah, obviously not anymore,” Jaskier giggled. His eyes suddenly flashed dangerously, and his smile morphed into a smirk. It made Geralt’s heart beat faster.

“It’s true what they say about wolves,” Jaskier started, his voice much lower than usual- sensual and needy. He only talked like this when he wanted to play their game. Not even just regular sex, but the kind that they have discovered months prior due to a ridiculous, horny song found by accident. A sinful performance they put on for each other.

“That they like to take care of their pack. The big alpha would provide for his family, making sure they’re well-fed…”

The growing hardness in Geralt’s trousers was getting more and more difficult to ignore. He growled as he rolled Jaskier onto his back and crawled over him, pinning him down easily. Jaskier’s pupils dilated with interest.

“The bunny was too skinny,” Geralt drawled, slipping into his role without a hitch. It was so easy, so natural between them now: there was a bit of shame the first time, a sense of embarrassment realizing they pretended to be animals together to get off, but none of it was there anymore. They both took to this exciting, lustful dynamic like ducks to water.

“All skin and bones. Too exhausted to hop, not enough energy with how little he was eating.”

“Poor bunny,” Jaskier cooed, his eyelashes fluttering as Geralt peppered kisses all over his neck. He nosed along his softened jaw and nipped lightly at the skin, enjoying the way Jaskier shivered.

“Indeed. The wolf couldn’t take it anymore. Something had to be done.”

He hitched up Jaskier’s shirt, revealing his thick, fuzzy torso. Geralt leant down to rub his cheek against Jaskier’s softer chest.

“This is so much better,” he murmured against Jaskier’s skin, “a much better look on the bunny.”

Jaskier gasped as Geralt flicked his nipple with his tongue. He carded his fingers through Geralt’s hair, eyes closed in pleasure as Geralt lavished him with his tongue. A soft gasp left his lips as Geralt gripped a handful of his belly.

“A bunny should be soft and round,” Geralt growled. He let his teeth scrape against Jaskier’s sensitive nipples, making him tremble. “A good prey is meaty.”

“Does the wolf think the bunny is meaty enough now?” Jaskier asked breathlessly. Geralt gave his stomach a jiggle, watching the plump flesh move with fascination.

“Getting there.”

He moved further down, nuzzling his face into the roundness of Jaskier’s stomach. He cupped it from both sides as he licked over the dome of it, his tongue raising goosebumps all over the skin.

“Wolves don’t play with bones,” Geralt whispered against Jaskier’s tummy as he nipped and sucked at his skin, leaving deep blue and purple marks blossoming there. He moved over to Jaskier’s hips, wider and curvier than before, and he bit him there too, making sure he wouldn’t forget whom he belonged to. “Let’s leave that to the dogs.”

“No, indeed, a wolf deserves better,” Jaskier cooed as he rubbed Geralt’s biceps. He ran his fingers over the hard muscles with a dreamy sigh. “A big, strong predator deserves the plumpest, tastiest prey.”

A deep, guttural groan ripped out of Geralt. He surged upwards and smashed their lips together. Jaskier wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down, his back arching to press their bodies together. Geralt could feel Jaskier growing as hard as he was inside his trousers. He ground his hips down to rub them together as he sucked on Jaskier’s tongue, drawing such pretty noises out of him.

An idea suddenly sprung into his mind. He pulled back and rolled off of Jaskier, ignoring his impatient little whine. Geralt reached into his bag and dug around for the bread and meat he had in there. He was saving it for breakfast, but his composure collapsed. Besides, he could always catch them some fish.

When he turned back, Jaskier sat up in his bedroll, watching what Geralt was doing curiously. Sitting like this, his belly pooched forward, creating soft rolls that just begged to be bitten again. Geralt’s mouth watered at the sight.

He sat in front of Jaskier, excitement and arousal making his hands tremble slightly as he tore off a piece of bread.

He held it up to Jaskier’s lips, and he didn’t even need to say anything: Jaskier immediately opened his mouth and let Geralt push the bread inside. The obedience, the willingness, mixed with obvious greed and impatience made Geralt curse under his breath. He couldn’t restrain himself enough to wait for Jaskier to swallow before he fed him a piece of cold cut.

“Greedy bunny,” Geralt growled. Jaskier winked at him, sucking on that piece of meat so sinfully as if he had something else in his mouth. Geralt needed all his willpower not to come inside his pants.

“No wonder his rump is getting so big with how much he’s eating.”

“He doesn’t hear the wolf complaining,” Jaskier grinned around a mouthful. He climbed forward and plopped down on Geralt’s lap without asking. Geralt noted that he felt a little heavier than before.

“Winter is coming soon,” Geralt said as he shoved another bite into Jaskier’s mouth. “The wolf is gonna need all his energy to keep hunting.”

He kneaded at the soft rolls on Jaskier’s waist as Jaskier sucked on his fingers with a moan, lustfully chasing every single morsel.

“Can’t survive on scrawny little bunnies,” Geralt continued. He dug his fingers into Jaskier’s flesh, eliciting a quiet whimper from him. “The wolf needs to eat the fattest bunny to stay strong and warm in the cold.”

“Very, ah,” Jaskier moaned as Geralt gave his ample bottom a good squeeze, “the bunny is very glad to be of service.”

That much Geralt could tell, judging by a couple of things. First, Jaskier devoured the bread and the meat like he was intent on growing twice his size in a couple of seconds to please his equally hungry wolf. He barely took breaths between the bites, chasing Geralt’s hand needily. His cheeks were red and puffed out with the food shoved into them, looking perfectly the part of a munching rabbit. It made the possessive fire inside Geralt soften a little bit, and he gently kissed Jaskier’s rounded cheek.

Second, his eyes were dazed with obvious lust, his pupils dilated so much that the black nearly swallowed the blue. The flush of his face descended to his neck and chest, the latter heaving with pants of exertion and arousal.

Third, his cock was visibly straining inside his pants, and it poked into Geralt’s hip bone whenever Jaskier leaned forward to take another greedy bite.

“It might serve the wolf,” Jaskier breathed, “that with feeding him so much, the wolf will tire him out… he will be so spoiled and chubby, that he will be slow… much easier to hunt.”

“He will try to run away,” Geralt growled, shoving his thumb between Jaskier’s lips and making him suck on it, “but he won’t stand a chance. His big tummy slows him down…”

“…he might even get stuck in a hole that he wants to hide in… only his round rump sticking out…”

“…easy access…”

“Geralt, stay with the plot.”

“Sorry. Very nice plush place for the wolf to sink his teeth into.”

He looked down on Jaskier’s body, that beautiful body that he has loved and nurtured so much, that rounded out under his care- his sweet, eager bunny who waited for his wolf to hunt all that food for him. Just sitting around on his lush bottom while the wolf foraged the forest and the town to bring back something tasty for him. Maybe Geralt could try and feed him by passing food from his own mouth to Jaskier’s, pinning him down against the ground and making him take it, overpowered, needy, soft little bunny always yielding under the big, strong wolf…

The rest of the food was gone, and Jaskier’s belly looked a little distended, rounder and firmer to the touch. Geralt felt it under his hand as he rubbed his palm over the hot skin, making Jaskier gasp and moan, always so sensitive to his touches.

Geralt unbuttoned his pants as fast as he could before he freed Jaskier from the confines of his breeches as well- they already dug into his poor belly too much, and while the sight of him nearly bursting out of his pants intrigued Geralt, he also didn’t want his little bunny to be uncomfortable.

He took both of their dicks into one hand and started stroking them off. Jaskier moaned, from the fullness or the pleasure Geralt didn’t know. He hoped it was both. He fondled Jaskier’s belly as he jerked them off with quick motions, pushing them both closer to the edge.

Jaskier came first, crying out his wolf’s name as he all but collapsed against him. As he let himself go like this, putting all his weight on Geralt, it was indeed obvious he was heavier. The realization was enough to set Geralt off, and he came all over Jaskier’s stomach, painting the faint pink stretchmarks and his own teeth marks with his seed.

“Fuck,” Jaskier wheezed against his neck. Geralt grinned as he gently lay him down on his back. Jaskier let out a soft sigh of bliss as Geralt gently started rubbing circles into his stomach, soothing the ache he must have felt in there.

“This is lovely.”

“You’re lovely,” Geralt told him earnestly. He kissed the roundest part of Jaskier’s belly before he moved lower, to the softness under his naval. He cleaned Jaskier’s skin off with his licks, tracing the sensitive marks with his tongue. Jaskier shivered softly.

“I’m sleepy,” he told Geralt, stretching out languidly as Geralt returned to caressing his belly. “Being a bunny always tires me out.”

Geralt rolled his eyes at him fondly. “All you have to do is look pretty. And eat.”

“Mhm. Eating is exhausting, Geralt. Especially for such a soft little critter like me.”

“Well, you better rest, then,” Geralt told him cheekily, “because the wolf has to hunt in the morning.”

“For me?” Jaskier asked, batting his lashes at Geralt. Geralt smiled and moved up to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Always for my little bunny, of course.”

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there-must-be-a-lock · 4 years ago

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For Us Sinners

Soulless Sam x Reader

Word Count: ~4130

Warnings: This is 100% pure smutty religion-themed filth. Sam is dressed as a priest. There’s sex in a confessional, severe perversion of the Hail Mary prayer, and a lot of blasphemy happening. Like. A lot. Orgasm denial. Squirting. Non-explicit mentions of Winchester threesomes, gun play, and knife play.

A/N: For @stusbunker‘s “Jam Basket” fic exchange! This is for the lovely @rockhoochie. I managed to squeeze a decent amount of her jams in here. Sarah, my dear, I hope this makes you even a little bit as happy as your friendship makes me.

Thanks to @cracksinthewalls @fangirlxwritesx67 and @fookinghelljensensthighs for lore, encouragement, and inspiration!

You’re frowning at the trunk arsenal, wondering if it’s possible to sharpen a machete too much, when movement catches your eye. Sam rounds the corner of the old warehouse, and you grab a knife and a whetstone just to have something to focus on that’s not him and his stupid smirky face or the way his shoulders look in that suit.

The whole priest thing is a really good look on him.

“Dean’s not back yet?” he asks, without preamble, sitting on the edge of the trunk next to you. You focus very intently on your knife.

“Nice to see you too, Sam,” you snark, to cover the way you’re blushing. “Why yes, I did have a super fun afternoon of doing fucking nothing! Waiting around for you two is exactly how I wanted to spend the last three hours, thanks for asking.”

He laughs. “Weren’t you just telling me that I should stop pretending to be normal polite Sam?”

“Whatever,” you mutter.

“Lemme see that,” he says abruptly, and plucks the knife from your grip before you can protest. He takes one look at it and laughs at you, twirling the blade in his fingers. “Working out some frustration, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What’s really going on? You’re only like this when you’re hungry or horny.”

“Bullshit,” you snap, but he’s totally fucking right. He’s way too perceptive these days.

You’ve been refusing to play poker with him ever since this whole soulless deal came to light. He’s like a walking polygraph test… a very attractive, muscled polygraph who’s really good in the sack.

He’s analyzing your expression with his head cocked. “The knife thing?”

“I don’t know what you’re — that’s not—”

He holds the tip of the blade to your throat, and you stop stammering immediately. You close your eyes and swallow hard.

“That’s not new, though,” he says thoughtfully.

When you open your eyes, ready to protest, he’s tucking the knife back in its sheath and twisting to set it in the trunk.

“How’d you know about that?” you ask reluctantly.

He just smirks, that godawful not-Sam not-smile, with his dimples popping and his eyes glittering.

“One of these days you’re going to realize that I’ll never judge you,” he says, low and sly. “C’mon. Tell me.” He puts on a prim, sanctimonious face, pointing at the collar, and says, “Confess your sins and all will be forgiven.”

He ruins the pious effect by licking his lips and aggressively eye-fucking you.

You try to laugh, but it comes out all squeaky. You’ve never been good at poker, and if Sam’s smirk is anything to go by, he can see exactly what’s written all over your face.

“Shut up,” you say preemptively. “Asshole.”

“This is totally doing it for you, isn’t it?” Sam asks.

“Shut up.”

His smile is gleeful. “Oh my god, it is!”

“That’s not — I’m not—”

You grit your teeth and stand up abruptly, and it’s not like you can go anywhere but you need to move; it’s impossible to think straight when he’s right there and he smells so good.

He gets up so quickly you barely have time to blink before he’s in your space. He backs you against the warm metal of the door, caging you in with one big hand planted on either side of your head, and you have to tilt your chin up to meet his wickedly sparkling eyes.

“Don’t lie to me,” he says, soft and heated, lips curling up in a familiar dangerous smile. “Lying is a sin.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you huff, but you can’t stop staring at his mouth.

“Besides, I can always tell. Admit it.”

“You are so fucking—”

Without warning, he’s tugging at your zipper, yanking the button open, and shoving a hand roughly down the front of your jeans as he murmurs, “You are so fucking into this.”

Before you can protest (not that you’d really want to) he’s got two fingers sliding into you, curling sweet and easy where you’re ridiculously, undeniably, outrageously into this.

“Maybe a little bit,” you sigh.

He’s just smiling, watching you squirm, playing with you like a cat might play with a mouse, and as much as you’d like to be angry about it, he knows exactly how to use those clever fingers. Then —

“Dean’s back,” he says calmly, and before you can even process that, he’s sucking his fingers clean and walking around the car to greet his brother.

You have about three seconds to button your pants, thank your lucky stars that you were on this side of the car, and generally get your shit together before it’s back to business.

“It’s a goddamn garden statue,” Dean is saying. “Some crazy old bat donated it to the church and then just up and left town. First person disappeared the next day.”

“So we wait til dark, take it down, break the curse.” Sam shrugs. “Easy enough.”

“Like a chant ‘n’ smash,” you offer. Both the boys give you blank looks, and you try to pretend like your brain isn’t totally scrambled. “You know. Like a salt and burn. A good old-fashioned chant and smash… no? Okay, whatever.”

Sam is barely containing his laughter. Asshole.

“I could use a nap before we do that, I’m wiped,” Dean grumbles, taking off his clerical collar as he slides into the driver’s seat. Sam keeps his on.

As you’re all getting buckled, he says, “Why don’t you just let us handle this one, Dean? You should take the night off.”

“If you guys want some privacy to bone, you can just say so,” Dean grouches. “But get another motel room, don’t bring Baby into it.”

“Yeah, we know. We will,” Sam reassures him.

Dean does not seem reassured. He looks at Sam suspiciously. “So, what, you’re just being nice?”

“Oh, absolutely not,” Sam says bluntly. “You look like shit and I don’t want you hunting with me when you’re this sleep-deprived.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay, that I buy. Man, this whole soul-free honesty shit is gonna take some getting used to.”

“You and me both,” you sigh, and Sam gives you a wink in the rearview mirror.

* * *

“That is the creepiest-looking angel I’ve ever seen,” Sam comments, striking a match. “And l’m including Zachariah in that. Okay, here we go.”

He lights up the little bowl of herbs he’s concocted and says a few things in Latin, and then the smoke coming up from the bowl turns eerie green and seems to sink into the worn concrete.

“Is that it?” you ask dubiously. “How do we smash it?”

“That’s the fun part,” Sam says. He attaches a silencer and loads his gun, quick and practiced, and when you’re both out of shrapnel range he aims almost lazily while you try not to stare at his fingers. Bad enough that he’s still wearing the priest getup. Watching him shatter an angel with a few perfect shots shouldn’t be a turn-on, but…

“Shouldn’t” is one of those words that lost most of its meaning when you and Sam started fucking. In the last two weeks, he’s managed to discover kinks you’ve never even admitted to yourself.

Speaking of —

“C’mon,” he says, and when the gun is deposited safely back in the arsenal, he grabs your hand without waiting for an answer, leading you around to a side door. The door isn’t even locked. Sam’s smile is gleeful in the moonlight.

“What are we doing?” you ask, as he leads you inside.

It’s almost completely dark, just a faint glow from the emergency exit signs to light the sanctum, until Sam takes out his matches and lights a few of the tall pillar candles that are arranged in nooks around the altar. The golden glow flickers and dances on the walls.

Sam grabs you by the wrist, and you halfheartedly attempt to tug your hand away. He’s got that glint in his eye that can only mean trouble.

“We really shouldn’t be here,” you hiss, as he pulls you over to the confessional.

“What are they gonna do, condemn my soul to hell?” he says flatly, and you stifle a giggle. “We established a while ago that my immortal soul is fucked.”

“Mine isn’t,” you mutter.

He looks at you with another of those smirks and says, “That’s why you’re the one who needs to confess.”

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me,” you sigh, but instead of answering, he crowds in close, pressing you up against the smooth dark wood of the confessional, and kisses you, all teeth and tongue and liquefying heat, until your lips feel bruised and your entire body is tingling.

“Confess,” he whispers, and with one last grin, he points you toward one curtain and slips behind the other.

If you’ve learned anything about Sam over the years, soul or no, it’s that there’s no point arguing when he’s made up his mind about something.

Sam seems to have made up his mind.

You pull the curtain closed behind you and sit on the little bench, and you have to breathe through some long-buried memories before the words come to your lips.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” you whisper. “It has been… a long time since my last confession.”

The flickering candlelight cuts through small gaps around the curtain, casting dancing shadows through the cramped space. Your cheeks are burning.

“Sam?” you ask tentatively. “This feels stupid.”

He lets out a low, cocky chuckle, and his voice is all sorts of promising when he replies, “Trust me, I’ll make it worth your while. Play along for me.”

Fine.

“Where do I start?” you mumble. “I drink, frequently. I have been dishonest. I gamble, and I do not dress modestly, and — I don’t know. What else?”

“Do you have impure thoughts?” You can hear the smile in Sam’s voice.

“Yes.”

“About what?”

You swallow hard, closing your eyes, thinking about the way he looks right now. No preacher has ever looked so good in that black suit. “About… about you.”

“Go on.”

“About the way you feel inside me. About the way you fuck me.”

“What did you think about last time you touched yourself?”

Your breath hitches. “I thought… I imagined that you —”

“Lying is a sin.”

Fuck.

That’s the thing about Sam; he won’t let you get away with politeness, or with half-truths, or with telling him what most guys would want to hear.

Fuck him and his creepy polygraph spidey senses.

“I imagined that it was Dean,” you whisper, cheeks burning.

“And how did that go, in your fantasy?” There’s no trace of surprise or hesitation in his voice.

“I was — he bent me over the hood of the car.”

“That’s not the first time you’ve thought about him, is it?”

“Sam, I don’t — this is weird,” you say, squirming slightly.

“Why?” he says, and you keep waiting for the jealousy or the disgust to color his words, but all you can hear is curiosity. “Do you think about him while I’m fucking you?”

You let out a long, measured exhale. “Yes.”

“Have you thought about him walking in? Listening to us?”

“Yes. Sam, I don’t—”

“Were you thinking about him a couple days ago, in the middle of the night? When you couldn’t seem to keep quiet?”

You shudder, pressing your thighs together. “Yes.”

“Tell me.” When you hesitate, he continues, “I wondered… felt the way you were squeezing around my cock every time it got too loud. You wanted him to hear.”

“I wanted him to — to imagine. I hoped he was awake, and that he was turned on, and—”

“You wanted him to join in,” Sam supplies, when you falter. His voice sounds husky, now. “You were imagining both of us, huh? What else?”

“Sitting in your lap, in the backseat, while he watches in the rearview,” you mumble, and now that you’ve started talking, it’s hard to stop: “I think about getting on my knees for both of you. Letting him have my mouth while you fuck me, or… one of you holding me down.”

“Have you imagined us handcuffing you? Taking turns with you?” he asks calmly.

“Well now I’m imagining it,” you huff, and your nervous giggle breaks the tension for a moment.

“I know you’re holding out on me,” Sam purrs, when the silence starts to stretch. “Leave my brother out of it, if you’re getting all hung up on that. What else?”

“I don’t know,” you mumble.

“Trust me. God isn’t judging you and neither am I. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

You can’t bring yourself to spit it out, even like this. “That’s it.”

“Don’t lie to me.” His voice is silk and steel now. “Why don’t I take a guess?”

“Fine.”

“Knives,” he says bluntly, and your inhale is too sharp to be innocent. “You like the way a knife looks in my hands, the way it’d be dangerous if I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“Yes.”

“You want to know what it’d be like: cold metal on your skin. A knife at your throat, or... a gun to your temple.”

You’re shaking.

“How’d you know?” you whisper.

“I pay attention,” he says simply, voice ragged, and then there’s a long pause before he asks, “Is that the end of your confession?”

You’d almost forgotten where you are. You’re grateful the screen is still between you and Sam.

“Yes,” you say, and because old habits die hard, you add, “I am sorry for these and all the sins of my past lives.”

“As for penance…” You can hear the teasing note in it, and some of your self-consciousness dissipates. “You can begin by taking off your clothes.”

“Here?” you laugh. “Sam…”

“Here. Now.”

You let out a tiny, nervous whine of protest, but you’re too turned on to care, not when you’ve already crossed so many lines tonight.

Then you strip, taking off your clothes with shaking hands and setting them in a neat-ish pile in one corner of the tiny booth. It’s chilly, and you wrap your arms around yourself, feeling goosebumps run down your bare skin.

“Okay,” you say softly.

“Now... you can say ten Hail Marys,” Sam says, with that smirk in his voice again.

“I — really?” you ask.

Just as you’re thinking that’s all?, Sam is ducking through the curtain of the confessional, crowding you in and pushing on your shoulder until you sit back down on the narrow bench. Even in the barely-there flickers of light you can see the wicked smile on his face as he drops to his knees in front of you.

“And you may not come until you’re finished,” he orders coolly.

Then he’s hooking his arms under your knees, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you forward so that he can get that filthy smirking mouth on you. He licks a hot slick stripe up your center, swirling his tongue over your throbbing clit, and —

“Holy fucking shit,” you gasp, letting your head fall back against the wood with an echoing thunk, because whatever Sam’s doing with his lips is sending sweet fluttering waves of heat through your belly. “Oh my God, Sam, that’s—”

“If you keep taking the Lord’s name in vain,” he growls, nipping at your inner thigh, “I’ll double it.”

“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee,” you start, and it’s been a while; Sam’s not the only reason you have to pause. “Fuck. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the — the fruit of your womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners now—” Your voice breaks as you whimper, and you finish in one long rushed breath: “— and at the hour of our death, amen.”

“There you go,” Sam says, practically moaning the words against slick skin. You’re already having trouble thinking straight.

You start all over again, trying to rush through it as quickly as possible, but you stutter as Sam fucks you shallowly with his tongue.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Sam says, curling two long fingers into you.

Except it’s bad. In the short time you’ve been doing this, Sam has learned your sweet spots like nobody’s ever learned them before, and he’s not touching them now. This is barely a tease, compared to what you know he can do to you. It’s bad, and it’s going to get so much worse.

You start to stammer through the third prayer. You’re so wet — from the thrill of the setting, as much as what he’s doing with his tongue — you can hear the slick thrust of his fingers inside you, dirty and distracting.

When you pause for breath between “Mary” and “mother of God,” Sam hums low against your cunt, and you know he enjoys this, you know he gets off on it, but he lets out these noises that never fail to make you feel feverish, and now is no exception. It doesn’t feel chilly any more. By “amen,” you’re burning up.

“Three down,” Sam murmurs.

On the fourth “grace,” he closes his lips around your clit and sucks gently, and you make a high, squeaky, mortifyingly desperate sound. Your voice keeps breaking as you stumble through the next lines, until you end on a long, relieved groan.

“Good girl,” he croons. “Six more.”

“I can’t,” you hiss.

“You can. And you will.”

On “full,” Sam twists his knuckles, and you gasp, arching your back, squirming. He fucks you in the same rhythm as your words, dragging friction across your g-spot with every syllable, and when you try to speed up, rushing through it, you can’t even get to “sinners” without breaking off in a moan. He stops completely as you pant for breath, and as you mumble through the last lines, painfully slow, you’re rolling your hips, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers, desperate for more.

“That’s five,” Sam says. “I’ll give you a second to catch your breath.”

With his free hand, he grabs one of your wrists, guiding your hand to the back of his head. His eyes flick up to you, watching hungrily, until you slide your fingers through the silky strands and tug lightly.

You sigh. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“Hope not,” he says, smirking against the crease of your thigh. “I’m into some weird shit, but I like ‘em warm and breathing.”

“Ha fucking ha, Sam, that’s — fuck,” you choke, as he fits his mouth to your clit again, and this time he sucks lightly in time with the slow thrusts of his fingers. You forget what you’re saying, somewhere around “God,” and stumble to the end in bits and incoherent pieces.

“Six.” You realize you’ve got a death grip on his hair, all your muscles tensed-up and rigid with electricity that’s got nowhere else to go, but when you ease up, he pumps his fingers in deep and growls, “Harder.”

He adds a third finger, and it’s so fucking good, so fucking much, filling you with fizzing pressure, and it takes most of your willpower to stop yourself from going under.

You grit out, “HailMaryfullofgrace.” Lightning lances up your belly, and you squirm— “TheLordiswiththee.” — twist your fingers in Sam’s hair— “Blessedartthouamongwomen.” — muscles quaking, cunt clenching around perfectly curled fingers— “Blessedisthe. Fuck. Fruitofthywomb. Fuck — Jesus!” — tension surging and swelling — “Holy Mary, mother of God, prayforussinnersnow, fuck, Sam!” — you’re almost there, almost, and he stops, refusing to give you what you want as you gasp out, “And —at the— the hour of our death, amen.”

“Seven,” he says harshly, and you can feel him breathing hard, damp hot air teasing your slick swollen skin, and his mouth is so close to where you want it. He gives you a second and then: “Keep going.”

You babble out a few words at a time, and your voice is ragged and broken, but it must sound close enough to what he wants; he’s winding you up again, fingers crooking expertly against that sweet spot. The heel of his other hand digs into your lower belly, right over that point of white heat, and it’s so intense, suddenly, that everything goes sparkly and distant.

“Pray for us,” you groan, and he sucks, fast and hard. “Pray for us — us sinners —”

There’s this pressure, right there, right where his fingers are stoking a fire, and it’s blazing, and —

“Sam, I can’t. I can’t, I’m gonna—”

He’s not holding back, and you can’t either. You buck helplessly against the incredible suction of his mouth, holding him with both hands fisted in his hair as you bow up and cry out. All that pressure peaks, crashing down in wave after wave of relief, pulling you under like a rip tide as you come dripping-wet and messy.

It blinds you, for a moment. You’re out of your body for who knows how long, lit-up and paralyzed by the high-voltage shock of it.

When you come back to yourself, Sam is scooping you up and swapping places with you in one smooth movement, manhandling you so that you’re straddling him; he’s got his pants open just enough, can’t seem to wait any longer, and the breathless urgency is so unusual for him that your head spins.

You’re still clenching through the lingering quakes of your orgasm, trembling, boneless like a rag doll, and it’s not you sinking down on his cock so much as him pulling you, filling you up inch by inch as you squeeze and quiver around the thick length of him.

When he’s as deep as he can be, his arms wrapped around you and practically crushing you to his chest, you both pause and take a ragged gulp of air.

“What even was that?” you slur, bracing yourself with a hand against the wall and trying to adjust. He lets out a rough groan through gritted teeth.

“That is what I’ll be seeing every time I look at a confessional now,” he pants, starting to rock up into you. “Never gonna be able to walk into a church without getting hard.”

He wraps an arm around your ribs, and the heat of his splayed hand on your shoulder feels like it spans half your back. Your naked skin seems even more obscene as it brushes the stiff cloth of his suit, and you can feel your own wetness soaking the fabric in places. You shiver, roll your hips, and you can feel the way he reacts, shuddering under you.

“Seems like I’m not the only one who likes this a little too much,” you say, breathless.

“Who said anything about too much? No such thing.” He barks out a laugh, bucking up in a way that makes you moan. “I’ve been to heaven, and trust me when I say, this right here—” He twists his hips viciously to emphasize the word. “— this is so much better.”

“God, this is so —” you whimper. He fists a hand in your hair and bites your neck, and you jerk helplessly against him.

“God doesn’t care,” he growls. “God wasn’t listening to you just now.”

“That’s not —” You’re pretty sure he’s missing the point, but with the way your cunt is throbbing at every perfect thrust, you can’t remember what that point is; you can’t remember anything.

“God’s not going to answer those prayers,” he says hoarsely. “I’m the one who’s going to handcuff you and bend you over the hood of the car and fuck you until your legs give out.”

“Holy shit, Sam.” Your brain is shorting out.

“I’m going to make sure Dean sees you when you’re all strung-out and begging for it,” he promises. He jerks up with a vicious twist of his hips, and you grind down to meet him, every inch of your skin singing. “I’m going to hold a gun to your head while you ride me. I’m going to give you anything you want.”

“Please.” Your moan sounds more like a sob, and you can’t see straight anymore; it’s all going distant, until the only thing that feels real is the aching, pulsing heat of him inside you.

Sam claws at your back, dragging his open mouth up the side of your neck until he can snarl against your ear: “God doesn’t answer prayers, but I do.”

He surges up to meet you one last time. Your vision flashes bright white as you come, one exquisite pulse after another rolling through you, and it feels like a purer sort of ecstasy than any religious experience you’ve had in a church.

This is worth a little hellfire.

There is now a follow-up drabble here!

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angelkurenai · 4 years ago

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Caution. Slippery when wet. - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Title: Caution. Slippery when wet.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Some language, Sexual tension, Dirty stuff (we all get it)

Summary: Imagine promoting your newest movie with your costar and friend, Sebastian Stan, and reading thirst tweets. Only resulting in more flirting, teasing and sexual tension too much for you to handle.

“Hello everyone, I am Sebastian Stan.” Sebastian spoke once you got the green light to start.

“And I am (Y/n) (Y/l/n).” you added when he paused for a second to look at you.

“And we're here to read some of your-” he looked at the bucket he was holding in his hand and you did the same with yours “Thirst tweets. Cause let's face it, how bad can it get?”

“You really are so unaware of the dangers that it's almost cute. I can't wait for you to get the shock of your life, dear, cause twitter doesn't hold back. Trust me.” you chuckled, enjoying the look of weariness and suspicion that Sebastian gave you before you turned to face the camera “But let's make something clear, before we start. He is here to read thirst tweets, I'm here to read some thirst tweets and make sure my side account has not been discovered.”

“I-” Sebastian started but paused again, eyes narrowing slightly at you “I want to ask but at the same time I think I don't... Am I somehow involved in all of it?”

“When are you not, Sebby?” you smirked at him, winking in a way that earned a laugh from the man. Taking a second or two to admire the way he hang his head low and laughed softly to himself you turned to the camera “But let's get started cause I see we both have plenty of this! I'll go first, since I've had years of preparing for this moment.”

“Wait- preparing for yours or mine?” he raised an eyebrow.

“No further information must be given until I've got my lawyer here or until the game's over. Too much is at stake.” you shrugged innocently “So here we go-” you pulled out a piece of paper from your bucket first and read it out loud “I mean, not to objectify, but (Y/n) (Y/l/n) in her new Endgame suit left me pregnant. And I'm a guy.” the second you read the whole tweet, both you and Sebastian couldn't help but burst into laughter.

“The movie must come with a warning first now huh?” he shook his head with a laugh as he pulled a paper out as well “Though I definitely agree with that guy, you looked amazing.” he made sure to point out, looking at you as you were still giggling before focusing his eyes on the paper once more “Alright, here I go: Man, Sebastian Stan could run me over with a truck and I'd still... suck that dick?” he trailed off a bit and the last part came out as a question. He paused, blinking as he looked at the camera with a tilt of his head and you could hardly stifle your laughter, mostly at his reaction.

“Alright, that's-” he paused, looking down at the paper again just to make sure before shaking his head and saying with wide eyes “Wow. I uh... thanks, I guess?”

“You know-” you tried to calm yourself down “You know what's even more weird?” you asked.

He frowned and looked at you “No, and I'm not sure I wanna know either. But you're gonna tell me either way so, go ahead and make it worse. Though I doubt how easy it'll be to top this off.”

“Is that the order it would happen in?” you said and looked back at the camera “Because, man, it concerns me. It's 2020 and a zombie apocalypse is not far from possible right now.”

“Alright-” Sebastian huffed “It did get wore, yes. Seriously, the image I got is even more disturbing now.” he closed his eyes, lips pursed as he shoo his head.

“Oh honey.” you said sweetly, placing a hand on your friend's shoulder “And this is just the beginning.” you chuckled when he groaned more.

However, you could see a playfulness in his eyes, and the small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips that gave away his whole act. So after giving him a small squeeze with your hand, you pulled away – completely trying your hardest to ignore the way you missed the warmth of the contact and convince yourself that it was nothing. You were becoming better at it lately as it seemed.

Convincing yourself of things that weren't true, such as you being only friends, such as you not longing for his touch or smile directed at you, such as him probably seeing you as family and no other way (no way which your heart longed for), had started being much easier with time. It was easier, and it certainly hurt less, to flirt and be playful with him, to touch him casually and to give (and receive) easy smiles and looks that you labeled as your thing, as part of your friendship, both to him and the rest of the world, and nothing more. With no more or any real meaning behind all of it. And he went along with it so there was no reason to even think of this as more than just a game, the way your friendship worked, even if your heart did crazy leaps each time his hands lingered or the way he looked at you had something about it.

You cleared your throat “Alright, let's get back to the game-” you tried to suppress a shudder when you felt his hand on your neck and his thumb rubbing soft circles, after all it wasn't the first time, as he leaned a bit over your shoulder to look down at the paper as well “(Y/n) (Y/l/n) could walk up to me and punch me in my face for no reason and I'd honestly apologize. Oooh no, no I wouldn't do that to you. I'm- I'm more of a tender and sweet lover, though of course it also depends on the guy I'm with.”

“Would you be tender with me?” Sebastian asked, small smirk on his lips but not as playful as... curious perhaps; the thumb on your back continued to bring pleasant shivers down your spine.

You managed a small, easy laugh before shrugging innocently “You'll have to take me out on a date first, Seb, and then you'll see for yourself.”

“Good thing I am free later then.” he shrugged, his smile too sweet for you to not reciprocate before his hand gave your shoulder a squeeze as well “Now, my turn-” he cleared his throat as he pulled a paper and frowned at it “I want Sebastian Stan to take my ass and fold my entire body inside out.” he paused for a second or two, an absolute silence setting on the room where Sebastian was looking at the camera with a straight face, you doing your best to keep yourself from laughing because of said expression “That-” he too a deep steady breath “Wouldn't be good for your health. You know that right?”

“It's something I did not want to picture is possible. That's what it is.” you chuckled, fishing for a tweet of your own “Wow your fans are on a roll, Sebastian.” you chuckled when he gave you a look as well “Ok, uhm Alright but (Y/n (Y/l/n) not finding her seat on that interview made me think like: 'Ma'am please use my face.' Wow now that's- that's the kind of tweets I had in mind. See, me not finding my seat on that interview had kind of became a meme and I'd laugh at it but this- this does give the whole situation a new kind of meaning.”

“Hold up a sec-” Sebastian spoke up, eyes narrowed “Is this person implying-”

“Because yes, I'd let her sit on my face.” you read the last part in addition “Not implying, he's stating it.” you shrugged slightly, chuckling a bit at how ridiculous and yet amusing this was. At first you thought it would get awkward with your crush sitting right next to you but right now you were beginning to think it was entertaining.

“I-” Sebastian pausing, eyes narrowing and jaw clenching in that way that distracted you for a couple seconds, before he turned to the camera “Is there a way to find someone's address through their tweets?”

“Pretty sure it could be possible yes.” his manager, who was also there behind the camera, shrugged.

“Oh my, don't encourage this!” you exclaimed, despite how adorable he looked grumpy and dare you think... jealous? Maybe, hopefully “It's just a tweet. Just read the next one, will you please?”

The man next to you huffed, eyes carefully following your motions as you placed the paper away – as if planning to snatch it later – before focusing back on his own “Alright, these are like in a list, one below the other but I'll just read it as I see it [someone mentions Sebastian Stan] Me: Caution. Slippery when wet.” another pause only because-

“Oh my- Yes!” you nearly exclaimed with a laugh “Yes, that's how it feels like! Wait, for a second there I sounded like Loki but-” you grinned, shrugging “I mean, it's true. Like, seriously- Same! And just imagine seeing him naked from up close, oh girl that's what I called a good morning.”

“Wait-” he looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you shrugged once more innocently, maybe a little too innocently to the point he could see you didn't mean it “What?”

“Long story which I will probably share first with the fans and then with you.” you winked and this time he narrowed his eyes playfully but you ignored it, or at least tried to “Is it just me or does seeing (Y/n) use that lasso in Infinity War make you think: 'Yes ma'am, tie me up and have your way with me' Is that a kink now? Cause it should be. I'm... flattered that me and the lasso of truth could do that? I don't know what to say, honestly.” you laughed, shaking your head and feeling the heat rise up in your cheeks.

“This is the same guy from before, isn't it?” Sebastian asked, nobody in particular, as he looked around at the cameras and crew “I just know it, you can't tell me otherwise. But-” he let a small breath, a smile on his lips that wasn't all that sweet and you knew that if the person that had written the tweet was standing there he would be dead just from the look on Sebastian's face “FYI: It's not as fun as you think my friend, it gets uncomfortable and the lasso is made out of a thick rope that leaves marks which last for uhm about four to five days. The makeup department didn't like that but luckily I wear mostly long-sleeved shirts and jackets so it's fine. Anyway, just sharing my personal experience on the matter seeing as you sadly won't ever get to live that dream out yourself.”

His shrug was anything but innocent to you and with a smile, not very open, but certainly far too smug for anyone to miss. You didn't want your heart to but that too was included, and it gave a skip in its beat when it felt the spark of hope within your chest. All you did was play coy and raise an eyebrow “What?”

“What?” Sebastian asked back casually and you blinked several times before he winked at you and turned back to looking through his bucket with a small smirk on his lips “My turn, let's see: Sebastian Stan is so lucky. He gets to touch Sebastian Stan's dick any time he wants. You guys are seriously-You're on a roll!” this time you both couldn't help your laughter, to the point you were wiping tears off your eyes.

“Man-” you sighed a little, a smile still on your lips as you both tried to calm down; but playing along with it you looked down at Sebastian and the up to his eyes, saying “Aren't you lucky Seb!” you nodded your head with a wishful look and it soon had you both erupting into a new feat of laughter.

“Well-” he tried to stay serious but his laughter gave it all away; he looked at the camera “See, it comes with the perks of being born in this body. And (Y/n) (Y/l/n) is the only one who gets a free pass on that, so I'm sorry you can't but uhm yeah, that's life.”

“I'm really really tempted to ask about that, and even more tempted to try it but-” you cleared your throat, pulling out a paper yourself and tried to focus “Heard (Y/n) (Y/l/n) has been doing some extra training lately for her new movie but she thinks none of it real fun. Why don't she use my-” you paused for a second there, trying to get the words out in between your laughter “Why don't she use my dick as a trampoline. 100% fun assured.” you didn't even know if your words were fully clear but you couldn't control it “Wow this I was probably not prepared for. Though I once came across a guy's tweet that went like 'Hey, (Y/n), if you're looking for a ride, zipper of my jeans is 24/7 open.' or something like that. This is a bit more creative I'll give them that.” you laughed a bit more when both of Sebastian's eyebrows shot up in surprise; you cleared your throat before continuing “I mean, I'll admit I like trampoline. Oh no, not that kind- Although, that kind is absolutely fine and fun and all too, but you kno-”

“Oh my goodness please stop. This-” he sighed, looking back at the camera “I had pictured many outcomes but this? This tops it all off easily.”

“Come on, you came here to read thirst tweets. Is me saying I'm good at trampoline or if you want a demonstration I'm always available, that off the realm of possible outcomes?” you asked, laughing wholeheartedly when his eyes widened and maybe taking a bit of extra pleasure in seeing the red color rise in his cheeks.

“That last one is not that bad.” he shrugged “Alright, I've got one last tweet let's see what twitter has to say about my- Oh it's not about it, alright.” he nodded his head “Someone: says something. Me: Yeah but have you seen Sebastian Stan's ass? I mean-”

“Hold up.” you spoke up before he could continue “Can you please get up?” you asked sweetly and he raised a curious eyebrow but he still got up. Without shame you took a good look at his ass before speaking “Alright, you can sit. See, every time someone mentions art, I must spend a couple seconds in silence admiring it.” you shrugged innocently, this time even members of the crew laughing apart from Sebastian himself “Everyone keeps mentioning America's ass and I'm like ok, it's fine, but have you seen this guy's? Work. Of. Art. I tell you.”

“Thank you, thank you! Finally someone said it, I mean-” Sebastian tried to hold back his laughter and shake his head with a heavy sigh “Everyone keeps talking about America's ass and while I do agree, it's hard to compete with that one, I'm equally sad nobody will give mine some love and attention!”

“I'll give it all the love it deserves, don't worry. People are just sleeping on it because oh if only you guys looked at it a bit more you would know just how good that ass looks with and without clothes!”

“Hey, yeah, you keep mentioning the naked part and I almost forgot-” he sounded actually surious as he turned to look at you “When did that happen?”

“When?” you blinked “Is that seriously what you're asking me? When?” you giggled and he grinned.

“Hey I'm just wondering in case I missed out on the best moment of my life or something. Besides-” he shrugged “I walk around my trail naked all the time on purpose and in hopes that you will just walk in at some point. I was hoping that when it happened we were more face to face than face to back, you know? Though I'm glad you appreciate the back view as well.” he was saying it as if it was the most casual thing in the world, and just because you knew him so well you had a hard time thinking it could only be a joke, unlike the rest of the people in the room who couldn't control their laughter.

“Yeah, I have a terrible habit of never knocking when I walk into a friend's place. Terrible indeed.”

“Eh depends on who you're asking.” Sebastian shrugged once more, smirking “I find it lovely.”

“Of course you would.” you muttered feeling your own face heat up “But for the sake of everyone in here, and to be able to give them a break from all these laughter, I think a slight change of topic would be nice. And I can happily say I am out of tweets to read. What about you?”

“Thankfully, for the both of us, yes I am done. Though it does beg the question-” he looked at you with a smirk “Did they discover your secret account about me?”

“No, no and it's a good thing. Because really, we wouldn't want everyone to know about all the spicy details concerning your front and rare view, as you call it.” you grinned “And, before you ask how, I'll tell you that's not a topic I'll talk about that easily. I will need the proper motivation to, first.” you giggled when he raised an interested eyebrow “All jokes aside, it's probably a really old account that I think I used when I was simply a fan and not an actress or part of the MCU and I didn't really use it to begin with.”

“That still doesn't mean I'm still not intrigued to find it myself.” Sebastian pointed out and you gave him a playful punch on the shoulder.

“You say they didn't discover your account but didn't say any of the tweets weren't yours, too.” it was barely half a second later, and in between Sebastian's laughter, but you heard the words crystal clear coming from your manager and you glared daggers at her.

“Oh my-” Sebastian's eyes widened “(Y/n)... is any of these tweets from your old account? Is there some dirty little secret in one of these that belongs in your past?”

“You know what belongs in my past? My manager and our friendship, that's what.” you gave her a look as she laughed before you shook your head “That's a question I refuse to answer.”

“You say that as if I am ever going to give up trying to get it out of you. And don't worry I have my ways, I can be pretty persuasive.”

...

“Just check your twitter people for more info on Sebastian's front view then!”

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A/N: As always, love making interview fics, especially ones packed with flirting or innuendos so I am really happy to give you one again after so long! Would love to hear your opinion on it and even more if you’d like a continuation or another fic of the same kind, thirst fics of course, with another actor lemme know!

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worldwidemochiguy · 4 years ago

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Love You A Latte (MFEEU! Jimin)

➵ You have always wanted a story book romance, no matter how many times your friends tell you it’s unrealistic, and even unhealthy to have such high expectations. You can’t help but yearn for the one who will make your heart sing, who will captivate you with one word, who will treat you like you’re worth more than anything else in the world... and then Park Jimin crashes into your life, with a pretty smile and a warm cup of vanilla latte with your name on it.

➵ Warnings: Yandere Jimin, Stalking, Daddy Kink, Masturbation, Unhealthy Idealisation of Romance

➵ Word Count: 9.1K

➵ MFEEU Masterlist

➵ General Masterlist

➵ a/n: it’s finally here!!! and i made it part of the mfeeu!!!! idk it just felt right also i actually finished this a few weeks ago but i wanted to add a bonus scene which had smut lol. buuut i was finding it hard to write and i didn’t want to make u guys wait any longer :/ so,,, sorry for the wait! but i hope you enjoy :D

“You do realise that kind of stuff isn’t real, right?”

Your head jerked up, fingers curling slightly around the dog-eared page you were just about to turn, leading you deeper into the intoxicatingly perfect story. Your friend looked almost concerned, worry digging a groove in between her eyebrows.

“Huh?” You replied absently, mind still fixed on the story beneath your fingertips.

“I mean, you’re always reading those books, where a perfect guy comes and steals the girl away into a world of love and happiness and all that crap. You know that won’t actually happen to you, right?”

“…Uh, yeah?” You laughed nervously, one hand releasing the book to come up and brush your hair out of your eyes. “Any particular reason why you’re saying this, Buttercup?”

Buttercup’s expression was pinched, almost painfully so.

“I just… I don’t want you to waste your life away waiting for a guy who’ll never come.”

‘I know.” You said, your throat uncomfortably dry, “I know. It’s just… it’s nice to imagine, right?”

Watching you was the most treasured part of Jimin’s day. Thanks to the multiple cameras he had installed in your apartment while you were out of town, he was able to spend many happy hours watching you, completely besotted.

If he ever missed you, maybe while you were in your classes or meeting with your friends in that ridiculous coffee shop — a practice he planned to stop as soon as he officially became your boyfriend — he could just open his laptop and watch endless saved recordings of you. He even had the cameras linked to his computer at work, though he had to make sure Jungkook wouldn’t peak over his shoulder as he opened the webcam viewer, the nosy little brat.

If he was lucky, you might have danced around to the music on the radio while you were waiting for the kettle to boil, or you would be on your couch, giggling as you read one of those romance novels you were so fond of. Little things. Domestic things, which made it easy to image the day when you would dance around in his apartment, safe and happy in his embrace.

Jimin was thankful you didn’t spend much time in the bathroom. He had refrained from placing cameras in that room because he wanted the first time he saw your beautiful body to be a conscious choice on your part. He would also do his best to avert his eyes whenever you got changed in your bedroom.

However, that didn’t stop him from shamefully imaging you in the privacy of his own penthouse apartment, when the nights became long and lonely without you, or any other human company. More often than he would like to admit, Jimin found himself fantasising about how tight you’d feel clenched around him, how sweet your release would taste on his tongue.

Though the two of you had never actually spoken, Jimin knew everything about you, from your favourite colour to the way you had your eggs in the morning. From a little extra research, made easy by your friends’ various social medias and the occasional overworked college administrator that was sweet-talked into giving out students’ personal information, he knew your birthday, your blood type, and many other precious facts that he wrote down in a diary personally devoted to you, containing his photos of you taken from afar and and Jimin’s records of what you did that day. He had filled up several diaries after having first laid eyes on you only a year ago.

The moment Jimin saw you for the first time was forever burned into his memory. He was waiting in front of the office building, checking his briefcase to make sure he had remembered to bring an important file in for that day’s meeting, when the shopping bag of a passerby had broken, spilling all of their belongings onto the ground.

Jimin had merely watched, unperturbed, as the stranger struggled to pick everything up, and it appeared everyone else was content to do the same. Well, everyone except you.

You descended like an angel from heaven, the only one to help him. Jimin could barely feel his heart pounding in his chest, he was so enraptured by your beauty, your kindness, the grace with which you held yourself. Even your scent, wafted over to him by a blessed breeze, was enough to make Jimin realise that you were the one for him.

The only one there could ever be.

Jimin had listened, captivated, as you comforted the stranger with your melodic voice, all the while helping them to collect their possessions which had spilled out across the sidewalk. You were just- ethereal, as you comforted the stranger — they seemed to be having a bad day, not that Jimin cared at all — introducing yourself as a friend. Your name was the most beautiful thing Jimin had ever heard.

Jimin repeated that name over and over again in his head, and with little difficulty he located you and immersed himself in your life. He had to make sure that when he ‘met’ you, he would not be like that bumbling stranger, too weak to even reply to your kind words. He needed you to realise immediately that he was the one for you, your soulmate, as you were his.

Jimin grinned as his laptop started up again, finally fully charged up. When he woke he discovered that the battery had died as he had it playing all night while he slept. Jimin loved linking it to the live stream while you were asleep and then listening to your cute mumbles and sleepy groans, imagining that you were lying beside him, safely wrapped in his arms.

Usually, he would remember to plug it in so that it wouldn’t run out of charge, but Jimin had been a little distracted that night after you released some… strange noises in your sleep, noises that sounded like moans. Jimin was glad you didn’t say a name — he really didn’t have time to murder someone, what with all the workload on his hands — though your moans slightly tarnished his innocent vision of you.

Jimin knew you were undefiled, a fact that brought him great delight and daily erections. He knew this because during that dark period several months ago when you had that despicable ‘boyfriend’ hanging around you, a constant source of contention between you and him was the fact that you wouldn’t let the bastard touch you.

After he drunkenly attempted to pressure you into making out with him on your couch — a proposal you strongly rejected much to Jimin’s delight — the drunk asshole had left you, sobbing into your hands, to ‘get his dick wet’ elsewhere.

It really was too easy for Jimin to follow him out that evening. To knock him unconscious and then drag him into his rundown car. To place his heavy leg on the accelerator and let it speed into a tree, and watch him regain consciousness a second before the car collided and a branch fell through the windshield, stabbing him in the chest.

Jimin watched it all, and smiled, knowing you were safe from that monstrous son of a bitch. You were safe from everyone, as long as he was there to protect you. Not that you knew it yet, of course.

The cops ruled it as an accident caused by drunk driving, a verdict supported by your testimony of his behaviour earlier that night and his general reputation as an irresponsible party-goer. How that scumbag ever got you to go out with him was beyond Jimin, especially given all the work Jimin was putting in to even be worthy of your attention.

But it didn’t matter. After the death of your boyfriend, Jimin watched as you became happier, rising out of the depression that asshole had put you in. Though, to his consternation, you were spending more time with other people, even widening your previously small friendship group, it was worth it given that he was able to see your bright, joyful smile all the more often.

Jimin let out a groan of frustration as the livestream continued to take its sweet time loading. Thankfully, he had a day off today so he didn’t have to worry about being late to work, not that Taehyung was particularly strict about that sort of thing.

It was now 10 in the morning, a Saturday, so according to the rough schedule Jimin had worked out, scrawled on the inside cover of his diary and imprinted into his brain, you should be just starting to wake up. You were a bit of a late riser, but that just made Jimin love you all the more, imagining lazy mornings filled with kisses and pillow fights that devolved into indulgent morning sex.

An excited grin spread across his face when the picture finally cleared and he got to see your beautiful face. The grin dimmed slightly when he saw you were just putting the finishing touches to your outfit, seemingly leaving your apartment to go somewhere. Jimin scowled.

Who did you have to meet that was so important you would wake up specially to see them? He hurriedly got dressed, eyes still pinned on the live feed which made putting on his trousers a tad more difficult than usual.

Thankfully, he was able to be out of the door more or less the same time you were. He followed the now well-trodden route of shortcuts and back alleys that led to your apartment. Or rather, the road across from your apartment.

Jimin followed a block behind you, baseball cap pulled low over his face so you didn’t recognise him, watching as you strolled along the avenues, smiling to himself whenever you saw a pile of autumn-tinted leaves and jumped into them, creating a cacophony of crackles which made you giggle cutely. He almost regretted not bringing his camera to capture these adorable moments, but he knew it would look strange to the other pedestrians if they saw him following behind you taking photos.

Jimin finally realised where you were headed with a bittersweet smile. The coffee shop you loved, The Roasted Bean, which you frequented with your friends. He was hesitant to go in there, worried that your friends, stupid though they were, would notice his constant presence and poison you against him.

He couldn’t resist strolling up to the window, though. Watching as your face brightened when you saw your friends (who had already ordered without you, the ungrateful swine). He imagined a similar look appearing on your face whenever you saw him — except happier, because obviously you would be more excited to see your boyfriend rather than your friends. Maybe when he was coming home from work to greet you in your and his’ shared apartment.

A handwritten note stuck to the window distracted him from his reverence, something which originally irritated him but what he soon realised was in fact a blessing. The ‘help wanted’ sign, proclaiming that the shop needed a new barista, and that they didn’t mind if the applicant had no previous experience, was all Jimin needed to situate himself in your life.

After all, if he started working at the cursed coffee shop, he would get to see you every day when you visited in the mornings, and after that Jimin was sure it wouldn’t take long to make you fall in love with him.

Of course, if Jimin wanted to get the job at the coffee shop, he would have to do something about his proper, full-time job.

“Uh, Taehyung?”

Two heads popped up as Jimin knocked on the office door. They must have been having a meeting. Fuck, Jimin really didn’t want to have this conversation with Jungkook as a witness, but it seemed he had no choice as Taehyung waved him in and Jungkook showed no sign of getting up. On the contrary, he settled into the office chair and looked for all the world as if he wanted a bag of popcorn to snack on while he watched the conversation.

“What’s up?” Taehyung asked, and Jimin felt a slight lick of heat paint itself across his cheeks. He cleared his throat and pointedly ignored Jungkook’s snort.

“I want to cash in my vacation days.”

“Oh, really?” Taehyung’s brows flick up, “It’s… September. Shouldn’t you save them for… I don’t know, summer?”

“No, I want to use them now.” Jimin asserted, and Taehyung gave a puzzled little frown, before shrugging.

“Okay, well, there’s a a form you’ll have to fill in. How long are you thinking, a week? Two?”

“About two months, I think.” Jimin said, less confident than he would have liked, and Taehyung’s jaw dropped.

“Two months? Why on earth do you want to take two months off all of a sudden?” Taehyung asked incredulously, before his expression sobered abruptly. “Is there something wrong with your health?”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that, Taehyung-ah, don’t worry.” Jimin assured his friend quickly, “I just… want to pursue something else for a while, that’s all.”

“Want to pursue someone else, you mean.” Jungkook cackled, obviously casting off his role as a spectator, and Jimin fought to keep his expression unmoved. “You’ve been bright red ever since you stepped into this office.”

“It’s… warm.” Jimin muttered, and he wasn’t wrong, his cheeks certainly were warm at that point.

“It’s September, Jiminie,” Jungkook laughed, “and you’ve got a crush!”

“Is it true, Jimin-ah?” Taehyung asked delightedly, “You’ve found someone?”

“That’s hyung to you, brat.” Jimin snarled at Jungkook, ignoring Taehyung’s coos and his shouts to his girlfriend to come into the office. Jungkook stuck his tongue out at Jimin.

“Wow, look, hyung’s blushing.” Jungkook announced, before walking over to the office door and swinging it open. “Hey, everyone, get in here, look how red hyung’s cheeks are! Hyung looks like a strawberry!” Jungkook turned back to Jimin triumphantly as the rest of the boys came to the office to see what all the commotion was about. He gave Jimin a saccharine smile. “Is that better, hyung?”

“Respect your elders, kid.” Yoongi drawled as he reached the office, the rest of the floor in two. “Anyway, what the fuck is happening?”

“Yeah, why did you call me here, Taetae?” Taehyung’s girlfriend asked, who had come in from her section of the office and been promptly tugged onto Taehyung’s lap. He merely stared up at her, utterly besotted. Fuck, is that what Jimin would look like with you? Gross.

“No reason, I just missed you.” Taehyung smiled dopily at her, and she giggled, pressing a quick peck on his cheek and actually, Jimin would murder every single person in this room if you looked at him like that. Maybe affection isn’t so gross, as long as you’re involved.

But then Jungkook crowed, “Jiminie’s in love!” And affection very quickly became intolerable again.

“Shut up.” He snarled as they all begin laughing and cooing at him jokingly, “I’m just going to be leaving the office for a while.”

“What, so you can take a job at her favourite coffee shop and write love notes on her napkins?” Jungkook laughed, and Jimin-

Jimin looked at his shoes and used the age-old logic of if I can’t see them, they can’t see me.

“No-” Hoseok gasped, equally shocked and gleeful, but Jin interrupted him.

“Jimin,” He said calmly, and Jimin could just imagine his lips twitching up and down as he desperately tried not to break into peals of windshield-wipe laughter, “Look me in the eye and tell me you aren’t going to get a job as a barista as an attempt to get a girl.”

“He can’t look you in the eye, he’s too short.” Jungkook whispered, and Jimin generously refrained from hissing at him.

“I-” Jimin stuttered as he looked up and deep into Seokjin’s pitiless eyes, “I’m not-” He started to say, but… honestly no one can lie while looking at Kim Seokjin.

“She’s so cute!” Jimin bursted out, and immediately there was chaos. Several people were yelling. Hoseok somehow produced a bottle of champagne which he must’ve just been, like, carrying around with him, but Jimin simply did not care anymore.

“She’s so fucking cute all the fucking time and she goes to this coffee shop so fucking often, so if I become a barista there then I’ll see her every day! Do you understand?” Jimin asked, before shaking Jungkook — who had risen from his seat in celebration — frantically by the collar. “Every single day, Jungkook!”

“He’s worse than Taehyung!” Jungkook shouted gleefully, and Taehyung — who was still sat on his chair with his girlfriend — frowned.

“I- don’t know if I should be offended or not.”

“You should always be offended when it comes to Jungkook.” Namjoon told him sagely, and Jimin yelled a wordless noise of agreement.

His yell seemed to remind Taehyung of why Jimin came into his office in the first place, and he starts rifling through his desk, having to shift his girlfriend off his lap slightly to do so.

“Here, Jimin- sorry baby, this’ll just take a second — here’s the file for the vacation days.”

Taehyung passed Jimin a sheet of paper, having to lean around Hoseok, who had just started a conga — where the fuck was that music coming from? Who the fuck brought speakers to an office? — to give it to him. “Take as much time as you need.”

“Thanks, Taehyung-ah.” Jimin grinned as he left the office, pausing half-way out the door as he heard Taehyung call his name. He turned around to see his friend grinning at him.

“Good luck, Jimin. I hope it goes well.”

So do I, Jimin thought as he left the building, calling a taxi to take him to his next job, and (hopefully) closer to you.

You sighed as your alarm went off, jolting you from your dream. It was another romantic one — what a surprise, your friends would probably mutter sarcastically — but it truly hurt your heart to let it drift as your mind fully woke up. That was always the way. Real life coming to interrupt what you dreamed your life could be.

Another sigh escaped your lips as you imagined him. The one who starred in all your dog-eared romance novels, who would sweep you of your feet and take care of you, both in the bedroom and out of it.

In your head, you knew that you should probably want to be self-reliant and independent, values that your family and friends and teachers tried to drill into you, but you couldn’t help creating day dreams of a man whom you could trust enough to let yourself be truly submissive to him, to allow him to make all of the difficult decisions and comfort you when you got upset.

You used to be certain you would find him, your soulmate who would do anything for you, who would be endeared instead of weirded out by your odd quirks, who would love you no matter what happened, but to be honest you were starting to lose hope. With the disaster of your first ever relationship — the one that ended abruptly with his death — you vowed to stay away from boys until you found the one.

This inevitably led to you spending more time indoors and refusing whenever your friends wanted you to join them in going to all the hottest clubs, simply because you were tired of the whole thing. By now, you had pretty much accepted that you would die a spinster surrounded by fourteen cats.

Your alarm blared again, somehow more grating and obtrusive than the first time, and your eyes flicked to the analog display, swearing quietly when you saw the time. You stumbled out of bed, internally cursing the day you decided to sign up to an early morning lecture class, a bizarre decision considering you were so much not a morning person that you gave Garfield a run for his money.

Speed-walking to class, you were thankfully ahead of schedule since you managed to get dressed at the speed of light, forgoing any kind of beauty routine beyond jamming a toothbrush in your mouth and scrubbing frantically. By a rare stroke of luck, this class was quite small so not many people would bear witness to the horror that was bare-faced you with partial bed-head.

Since you, surprisingly, had more than enough time, you decided to pop into your favourite coffee shop. The familiar tinkling bell went off as you entered but, instead of greeting your favourite barista Rosa at the counter with a sunny smile and your usual order already prepared, you came face to face with the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life.

You locked eyes with him and watched, awestruck, as his full, pillow lips tugged up into a smile, exposing his perfect teeth. His eyes almost disappeared as he grinned, turning into twin crescents above mochi cheeks, so soft and adorable that you felt all the thoughts you ever had fly out of your head, all replaced by one overwhelming sense of… something.

Something strange, that you had never felt before, which made your knees weaken imperceptibly as you made your way to the counter, closer to this Adonis in human form.

He obviously noted your flustered state, which only intensified your embarrassment, and his adorable expression melted into a smirk that had your heart racing and your libido awakening with a vengeance. It was just unfair. The barista somehow managed to be cuter than any puppy you had ever seen in your goddamn life, and then turn you on more than you thought was physically possible.

If this was what a sexual awakening was, you didn’t know how people managed to refrain from having sex all day, every day. And then you were struck with the image of having sex all day, every day, with the Greek God of a barista, and decided there was not enough holy water in the entire world to cleanse you from your sins.

“Hello,” the absurdly attractive barista said, after several minutes of you wordlessly floundering in equal parts of embarrassment and arousal.

“My name is Jimin. What would you like me to make you?” I’d like you to make me come, your traitorous mind suggested, causing even more heat to rise to your cheeks.

“H-Hello… Jimin.” you stuttered, praying for the sweet release of death. The Adonis- Jimin - watched you expectantly, gaze fluttering from your eyes — wide as a deer’s caught in the headlights — to your cheeks — probably so red they had surpassed the visible spectrum and were now emitting radiation — and he chuckled. You wanted to cry. Of course he’d be one of those people with low, sultry chuckles.

“Do you want to tell me your order, Princess?” He questioned, when it became clear you were more focused on not melting into a puddle than telling him what drink you wanted, and you became certain you had died and gone to hell. This was torture, having this perfect specimen of humanity in front of you, having him call you ‘Princess’ with his bedroom eyes dark and mischievous, and choking on your own tongue.

His eyebrow quirked — and of course his eyebrows were just fucking perfectly shaped — and you somehow managed to pull yourself together enough to remember the order you had given every damn day of your life since discovering this godforsaken place, the place you would never come back to due to a mixture of shame and self-preservation (there was a real possibility you might just die if you ever saw Jimin again).

“V-Vanilla latte… please.” You practically whimpered, too distracted with your own internal chaos to notice him cooing over your choice quietly.

“A cute drink for a cute girl.” He smirked again before striding to the espresso machine to fulfil your order, leaving you shocked on the other side of the counter. He called you cute. Cute.

You had never been more aware of your makeup-free face and unbrushed hair, quickly swept up into a messy bun. Fuck, you could've had dried up drool on the corner of your mouth and you wouldn’t have even known it. He returned with your order just in time to catch you running your tongue over your bottom lip, the pink muscle darting out just in case you had missed any on the side of your face.

If you hadn’t been so focused on your own appearance, you would have noticed Jimin falter for a second, his eyes widening, fixed on your mouth.

You caught his attention and sealed your lips together firmly, determined to not let him think you were some weirdo who licked her lips excessively in public. His dark gaze made your mouth go dry. You tried to subtly swallow down the lump in your throat, but his eyes tracked the bob under your skin.

The two of you stood in an oddly charged silence for a moment before he remembered himself and handed over your latte.

Your skin brushed his and you held your breath, his hand pausing over yours for what felt like an eternity, but it was still too soon when you forced yourself to pull back. He smiled again, the adorable mochi-cheeked smile that still managed to turn you on despite its sweet and innocent appearance.

“There you go, Y/n.”

You were so flustered by the sound of his pillow lips curving sensuously over the syllables of your name that you didn’t even question how he knew it, content to stumble backwards out of the shop. You were still caught in his gaze until you backed straight into the door, knocking you out of your stupor and causing you to practically fly out of the shop, his warm laughter chasing you up the street.

You barely heard a thing during the lecture, your pen had dried out after you uncapped it and then did not replace the cap for a solid forty minutes, letting it rest on your blank notepad. The professor had given up calling on you and asking you to pay attention, drawing the conclusion that this was an off-day for his normally-attentive student. You were actually very focused at that moment, it was simply just not directed at the professor.

You were pouring over your memories of Jimin, recounting with perfect clarity how his soft-looking hair fell over his forehead perfectly. It looked so pretty and you would sell your soul for a chance to run your fingers through it. The corners of his perfect lips tugged upwards into a smile a million times in your imagination, and you wondered what it would feel like to be kissed by those lips, to have those lips running all over your body, dipping downwards and tasting-

The professor signalling the end of the class could not have come at a better time, and you rushed out of your seat as fast as your shaky legs could carry you, the heat coiling in your belly tugging you home. You spared a moment to thank past-you for not scheduling any other classes today, because, judging by the slight damp spot in your panties that was growing embarrassingly quickly, you would be quite busy for a while.

Jimin rushed home as soon as his shift ended. His elation invigorated his steps to the point where he was practically skipping. Holy shit. Holy shit. He had met you. He had talked to you and you had blushed and stuttered and been perfect in every single way. He always thought there was no way he could love you more than he already did but that was just another way you changed his outlook on life.

Seeing your beautiful face, devoid of makeup and yet still you put any work of art to shame, and hearing your soft voice speak his name — you knew his name, holy shit — and smelling your sweet perfume was a life changing occurrence for Jimin.

Of course, he had smelt your perfume before — he wrote down what scent you preferred when he broke into your apartment to place the cameras and he had a pillow at home that he doused with the stuff so that it smelled like you — but experiencing it in real life was on a whole other level.

He got back to his apartment and switched on the live feed just in time to catch you coming back from your lecture. Jimin cooed softly at the sight of you, your eyes were wide and vacant, distracted, and your cheeks were adorably flushed, like you had been rushing. You dumped your bag by the door — Jimin couldn’t wait until he could be the one holding your bag for you, having you tucked under his other arm — and went straight to the bedroom.

Jimin switched the feed to the bedroom cam, holding his breath in anticipation. When you came home and went straight to the bedroom, that usually led to-

You flung yourself on the bed and started working your pants down. Jimin stopped breathing entirely as he felt all the blood in his body, and possibly some extra, rush down south. He knew he should look away, should let you have this moment in private, but he found himself unable to stop palming his erection through his jeans.

He pulled his hand away briefly to turn up the audio feed, and your soft moans filled the air. Jimin almost came on the spot, but he forced himself to wait, he promised he would never come before you. Your lower half was entirely bare and Jimin’s mouth watered at the sight of your pretty pussy, wet and glistening, positioned in the perfect spot for him to see it, for him.

He tugged himself out of his jeans and spread the beads of precome over the head of his cock distractedly, watching as you teased yourself open with one finger. Fuck, you were so fucking tight. He could see the slight discomfort on your face as you thrusted your finger into yourself again and again, obviously trying to get yourself adjusted as fast as possible.

Jimin felt a curl of jealously flare up within him, even as he started pumping his fist up and down his cock faster. What had made you so desperate to come? Who had done this to you? As far as he was aware, there hadn’t been anything new that day so far, unless-

You started to relax, the finger gliding in and out so easily, aided by the slick coating your digit. His mouth dried up just thinking about the taste of you. Jimin watched as your head fell back, your eyes rolling in their sockets, and your perfect lips parted.

“Jimin,” you moaned, and Jimin almost blacked out.

He was so hard it was physically painful, but he gripped the base of his cock tightly, unwilling to come because he knew if he did he would miss the rest of your magnificent performance. You were properly riding your hand now, your hips rolling to meet your own thrusts, eyes shut tight, imaging something- imagining him. Jimin had never felt such sweet torture, needing to come so badly, but needing to watch you come more.

You moaned his name again, sounding more debauched than the first time, and Jimin knew you were close. He wanted so desperately to know what you were imagining him doing, so that he could recreate it with you once he had you. It was like you had read his mind, because a second later you granted his wish.

“P-please, daddy.” You moaned, and Jimin whimpered, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on.

Daddy.

You were going to be the cause of his death and Jimin found that he didn’t mind at all.

“Ple-ease,” your begging was interrupted by a drawn out moan, and if Jimin could have thought straight at that point, he would’ve frowned. Imaginary Jimin was much crueler than Real Life Jimin. Real Life Jimin knew without a doubt he would give you anything in the world if you begged him like that.

“Fuck me, daddy, please,” You cried out, somehow managing to add a third finger, thrusting into your tight, tight wet heat, “Fuck your princess.”

You called out his name again as you came, and Jimin lasted a few seconds watching you pant and ride through the aftershocks of your orgasm before he simply loosened his tight grip on the base of his cock and finished.

When he regained consciousness, you were still splayed out on your bed, seemingly unable to move just like he was, but if he could move he knew he’d be jumping around the room in elation. This was undoubtedly the best day of his life, maybe even better than the one in which he first caught a glimpse of your angelic face.

He had met you in person for the first time, and you had been so obviously flustered by his presence, which was something that delighted him more than he could say and he had thought the day could not have gotten any better, but then you went home and masturbated and moaned out his name and called him daddy and then came with his name on your lips and Jimin honestly didn’t know how he was still breathing.

You were perfect, and amazing, and Jimin was almost mad at himself for not realising just how perfect you would be. He hadn’t anticipated you being this affected by him so soon. He had planned to gradually introduce himself into your life, ‘coincidentally’ running into you outside of the coffee shop after a few weeks, slowly integrating hang-outs and seamlessly turning them into dates. Shyly confessing his feelings after a month of being ‘friends’.

Jimin was not exactly a patient man, but you mattered more than anything to him, and he knew that he would have to be careful until you were so in love with him that you wouldn’t leave no matter what. That would be the point where he would break out the diaries and the videos, and bask in your gratitude that he was so enamoured with you from the very moment he met you, just like those romantic heroes in the books you were so fond of.

But at this rate, Jimin was practically ready to start shopping for engagement rings. He knew your ring size, of course, and your jewellery preferences due to studying your buying habits, but he managed to calm himself down enough to realise you probably wouldn’t appreciate a proposal just yet. But you were certainly attracted to him. Very attracted, Jimin thought smugly. He couldn’t exactly fault you though, since he had looked in a mirror before.

Jimin was an attractive man, he was fully aware many would call him stunning, and now he finally met his match: you. God, Jimin could not wait to see how amazingly perfect your children would be.

You chewed your lip as you ran over the dilemma in your head. It had been two days since you last went to The Roasted Bean. Coincidentally, it was also two days since you saw the most attractive man on the planet. And two days since you had the most intense orgasm you’d ever experienced.

You were seriously craving your caffeine fix, and a small, perverted part of you that was heavily repressed was desperate to catch another glimpse of the beautiful barista, Jimin. But the last time you saw him, you embarrassed yourself so much you wouldn’t be surprised if he turned on his heels and fled at the sight of you.

It was so annoying. You had waited your whole life to meet the perfect guy, but the second you meet him, you realise that you can’t spend longer than three seconds in his presence without melting into a puddle of goo.

After another five minutes spent deliberating outside the coffee shop in the chilly weather, your nose had turned so red you could practically see its glowing reflection in the cafe window. You decided that the chances of Jimin even having a shift now were very slim, and it was even less likely that he would remember you.

He probably got reactions like that (maybe slightly less embarrassing ones) every day given how stupidly attractive he was. He probably had girlfriends to spare. You scowled. Getting jealous over a stranger’s hypothetical girlfriends? Wow, you really have hit a new low, you taunted yourself.

The door opened suddenly, shocking you out of your thoughts so much that you jumped, much to the amusement of whoever opened the door, judging by their chuckle. You looked up at them, and then regretted every life choice that brought you to that exact moment.

It was Jimin, because of course it was, and he looked as stunning as ever, his complexion glowing, his eyes shining, his existence in general devastating. He was in his cute little barista outfit, a fitted white button up and black apron that might as well be a runway look for how much it suited him.

“Are you going to come in, Y/n?” Holy shit he knows my name, you screamed to yourself, vaguely hoping your face had an expression of pleasant detachment and not the strange amalgamation of shock, delight and arousal that you were experiencing. He chuckled, shaking his head slightly as if privy to some inside joke.

“Yes, of course I know your name, Y/n.” You stopped dead in your tracks. Could barista boy read your mind?

“No, I can’t, you just say everything you’re thinking out loud, which is very cute. And you can call me Jimin, you know.” Oh, if you thought you were embarrassed last time, that was a sweet walk in the park compared to today. You cleared your throat quietly, refusing to let yourself be dumbstruck again.

“I do call you Jimin.” You replied, trying to make him believe that you remembered his name because God, you were unlikely to forget it. For some reason, this made him pause for a second, his expression darkening and his tongue darting out to wet his lip.

“I know you do, baby.” He said, low enough that you questioned whether he said it at all, and he had already moved past, slipped behind the counter as you advanced to be opposite him, just like you were when you first met.

“Vanilla latte, right?”

You really should stop getting shocked by Jimin’s seemingly eidetic memory.

“You remember my drink?”

“When a customer is as beautiful as you are, Princess, you tend to remember their drink.” You elected to ignore the way that nickname had your toes curling in your boots, and instead fixated on the pinch of jealousy in your gut.

“I guess you must remember many customers orders then.” You knew you sounded too jealous for someone he barely knows, but your strange possessive behaviour seemed to please him, for a small grin tugged his mouth upwards.

“Nope, just you, Princess.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

The question blurted itself out, bypassing both your common sense and your anxiety. Jimin, however, replied promptly.

“Yes.” His confidence, evident in the way he leaned over the counter and into your space, began to falter as you just stared at him wordlessly. “That is, if you want me to-”

“I do!” You blurted out again, and you really needed to gain a filter, but his confident smirk returned.

“Actually, I was going to say: if you want me to stop-”

“I don’t!” Jimin let out a laugh, eyes crinkling in the most adorable way, before he continued.

“Will you ever let me finish what-”

“No.” At that, he threw his head back, releasing a peal of laughter that you swore could’ve lit up the world with its brightness.

He finally stopped laughing, his eyes still swimming with ill-concealed mirth. You were pretty sure your cheeks were about three seconds away from setting the coffee shop and the surrounding neighbourhood aflame, so it was a relief when Jimin turned to the machine, snapping the mechanism into place, even if you felt a hint of disappointment when you lost sight of his beautiful smile.

God, even his back is sexy, you thought, watching as he tinkered with the various machinery behind the counter. At one point, he bent over to check the positioning of the cup and, well, you had never really paid attention to any guy’s ass before but maybe you should start because damn.

Finally, Jimin turned back to you with a perfectly made latte in his hands. You noted how cute his fingers were absently as they brushed yours. But, when you made to grab your drink, he retracted it suddenly, a Cheshire Cat grin on his face.

“Not so quickly, Princess.” You humphed,

“It’s funny, Jimin, you claim to know my name but you never use it.” He laughed again and you tried to convince yourself that your heart wouldn’t always skip a beat at that sound.

“Oh, so you want me to use your name, huh?”

“It’s only fair, considering you wanted me to use your name, Jimin.”

“Alright then, Y/n.” He purred, bending down to scribble your name on the cup, a bit unnecessary considering he could’ve just handed it right to you, but you got the sense he was trying to drag out your interaction for whatever reason.

He straightened up, the glint of mischief present again in his eyes, and you prepared yourself for another verbal sparring match.

“Do you not want me calling you Princess, then?” He winked at you as he said the nickname, which was frankly quite rude. You would have to send him a bill for all the batteries he made you buy, since your vibrator was definitely going to be running out of power soon thanks to him.

“I didn’t say that.” You hated how quiet and meek your voice came out.

“Oh, it sounds like poor little Y/n’s a bit confused. What do you prefer? Y/n? Or Princess?”

“S-stop it. You’re not funny. I’m going to class.” You spun around and marched towards the door, trying to ignore his laughter following you.

“Baby!” Jimin yelled, and, for some reason, you turned around.

“What?”

Jimin smirked when you responded to the new nickname. “Since you couldn’t decide, I thought I’d use Baby instead. Do you like it?”

“No! I mean, yes- no, I don’t. Goodbye.”

“Baby! Aren’t you forgetting something?” At that, you finally exploded, all the sexual frustration caused by him bubbling to the surface.

“What?” You yelled, “You want a kiss farewell?”

“I was going to say you’d forgotten your drink but, since you asked, I wouldn’t mind a kiss.”

You stomped back to grab your drink, avoiding his eye contact like the plague. As you took the cup your fingers brushed his and the odd, frustrated tension between the two of you dissipated into something almost tender. His skin was so soft and warm. Everything about him seemed so cozy and inviting, and hopeless romantic part of you wanted to sink into his arms and never be let go of.

You left before your tongue released the stupid feelings you were longing to express. Jimin couldn’t even watch you go because he was smiling so wide his eyes had disappeared into little crescents.

“-and then he called me baby!”

“Awww-” “Ew!”

Two very different reactions emerged from your friends as the three of you sat cross legged in your friend’s apartment, a haphazard ‘study session’ with open textbooks spread across the floor beside a half-empty takeout pizza box.

“Buttercup!” Two of you whined simultaneously at the third girl, who remained unbothered, tipping her head back to dangle a stretched slice of cheese into her mouth. The three of you had been practically joined at the hip since birth, and — due to an adolescent obsession with ‘The Powerpuff Girls’ — you each had a corresponding nickname, which had stuck as the years passed you by.

You had been nicknamed Blossom, due to your — usually — level head and desire to make peace whenever your two friends were fighting. Your friend — the one who had cooed at the ending of your story — was chosen to be Bubbles, given that she was the personification of candy floss and possibly the closest thing Earth had to a real life fairy.

Your second, much more cynical friend who was currently finishing her slice of pizza and determinedly not looking at Bubble’s puppy eyes, was Buttercup. Self-proclaimed hater of all romance. Given what happened with her parents in your teenage years, you couldn’t really blame her.

“That’s so romantic.” Bubbles sighed dreamily, before huffing slightly. “I wish you hadn’t told me that tonight. I have to study for-” She flushed delicately, “Mr Kim’s lecture and now I won’t be able to think about anything else but my maid of honour speech at your wedding.”

“Hey!” Buttercup interjected, “I’m going to be maid of honour!”

“But you don’t even like weddings-” Bubble started to protest, and you cut them both off.

“There will be no maid of honour!” You announced shrilly, before forcing yourself to relax. “And also, Bubble, you don’t need to study for Mr Kim’s lecture. It’s not like it’s a class or anything, he’s just a guest lecturer.”

“Yes, but…” Bubble mumbled, docilely accepting the pizza slice that Buttercup held up to her face and continuing to speak through a mouthful, “I wuhmfda fimprsh im.”

“What?”

Buttercup scowled, but translated for you.

“She wants to impress him. Gross.” She turned to Bubble. “Isn’t he, like, forty?”

“First of all, he’s in his mid-twenties at most,” You admonished Buttercup as Bubble let out an indignant wail, “and second of all, we were talking about my problem!”

“Oh, what was that again?” Buttercup drawled. You snatched the pizza slice out of her hand in retaliation.

“Jimin! The hot barista! Calling me baby! And, just, existing in general!”

“Oh, that,” Buttercup sighed, as if you hadn’t literally just been talking about it. “That’s simple. Just bang him.”

“I- You- What?” You spluttered as Bubble giggled quietly.

“You’re thinking of this too romantically, like you always do.” Buttercup continued, sounding fantastically confident for someone who had even less experience with relationships than you did. “You just need to bang him and realise that the feelings you’re having are all just repressed horniness.”

“I mean, I would’ve put it differently, but… I agree.” Bubble chirped, paying no attention to your embarrassed whine, “He definitely… sounds attracted to you, and clearly he’s not alone in that.”

“But… I’m a virgin.” You argued dumbly, and Buttercup snorted.

“Do you want to stay a virgin for the rest of your life?”

“No,” You replied, frowning, “…but… it’s kind of a big deal to me. I want it to be special.”

“Haven’t you already said that the guy is like the hottest person on the planet or something like that?” Buttercup asked, raising a lazy eyebrow. “Isn’t that special enough?”

You didn’t reply, too busy blushing furiously, and Bubble squeaked with excitement.

“Oh my god! He’ll be your one and only! This is so exciting!” She cheered, before abruptly slumping down. “I really wish you had told me this after Mr Kim’s lecture. I can’t study now, I’m too excited.” She mumbled forlornly, shutting the textbook and grabbing another slice of pizza. Your mind was still stuck on Buttercup’s suggestion.

“I mean… I barely know him. I just know his name. And his smile. And the way his eyes twinkle when he laughs, oh my god it’s so cute-”

“Y/n,” Buttercup interrupted you, a rare use of your actual name stopping you in your tracks as she framed your face with her hands and shook it gently. “Bang. Him.”

“I-”

“No, no,” She chided you, putting a finger over your mouth, “No overthinking. Just… do what you want to do. Okay?”

Okay, you repeated to yourself. What you want to do. What you want to do…

But what do you want to do?

“I want you to ask me out!” You blurted over the counter the next morning when you walked into the coffee shop and saw Jimin’s back facing you as he cleaned out the milk-frothing machine.

It was only when he turned around that you realised the guy was decidedly not Jimin, and this random stranger was now looking at you confusedly as you debated the advantages and disadvantages of sprinting out of the shop and directly into oncoming traffic.

It would be a quick and painless death, you mused absently, certainly much less painful than this-

“Y/n?” A voice interrupted your thoughts and you whirled around to see Jimin standing in front of the staff door, seemingly just ended his shift with his uniform off. Oh no, he’s even hotter without the apron, you realised miserably.

His gaze darted between you and not-Jimin, something strange and unfamiliar solidifying in his eyes.

“I didn’t know you knew Sungwoon.” He commented mildly, before shooting an abrupt glare at the other barista- Sungwoon, who hurriedly went back to work.

“Oh, I don’t.” You told him immediately, feeling some kind of compulsion to tell him the truth, “I thought he was you.”

The — anger? you weren’t quite sure, only directed at Sungwoon though, not at you — on Jimin’s face melted as realisation dawned. “Oh-” Then his face did something strange, morphing into a smirk which had you biting your lip. “Oh.” He purred, stepping closer to you. “So… you wanted to tell me something, baby?”

Oh no. He called you baby again. Someone call Life Alert.

“I- uh-” You stuttered, thoughts grinding to a halt as he approached you. And then closed his hand around your wrist. He was closing his hand around your wrist. If Bubble were here she’d be having a fit.

“Let’s go and sit down in a booth, huh?” He said smoothly, before tugging you along to the most secluded corner of the coffee shop. After he guided you onto the cushioned bench, he didn’t sit across from you, sliding right in next to you so you could feel the warmth emanating from his skin. He didn’t let go of your wrist.

You were trapped between the wall and him, and as he smirked down at you, you thought that the wall was probably more merciful.

“Anyway, baby, you were saying?”

All the courage which had somehow flooded into you as you stormed into the cafe had abandoned you, wasted on the not-Jimin who had moved onto wiping down the tables, studiously avoiding your corner.

“I…um,” You mumbled, wringing your fingers together nervously. Jimin stopped you by releasing his hold on your wrist and moving his hand upwards to intertwine with yours instead. Your breath hitched as he smoothed a thumb over the back of your hand gently.

“It’s okay, baby.” He said, his voice soft and comforting, “Just say it. I promise… whatever it is-” His lip quirked up slightly, “I won’t say no. I would never say no to you.”

“Never say never.” You mumbled, and he chuckled. You could feel the warm puffs of air brushing your cheek.

“Okay, um, please don’t laugh. I know we don’t really know each other or anything, but… I… like you.”

“You like me?” Jimin parroted, and you would worry he was mocking you, but his eyes were far too happy for that.

“Uh huh,” You replied quietly, squeezing his hand. He took your other hand in his, and you squeezed that one as well.

“Like… like me like me?” He asked, and you could tell he was joking now, so you whined and gave him a half-hearted shove. He shifted slightly, only to rear back and cage you in his arms, dragging you onto his lap.

“I’m sorry, baby,” He murmured, burying his nose in your neck, and you felt like you were going to melt in the middle of the cafe. All those romance books never told you how embarrassing it was to have someone actually pay attention to you. “You just look so pretty when you get teased. My cute little baby.”

You squirmed on his lap, and his hands came to grip your hips securely.

“Baby’s a little restless?” Jimin asked, his voice low, and you let out another little whine. His hands tightened.

“Does this mean… does this mean you like me too?” You asked timidly, and he huffed a laugh against your hair.

“What do you think, Y/n?” He asked, squeezing your hips playfully. After a moment, he softened, tilting his neck slightly to plant a kiss on the crown of your head. “I like you too much.” He said simply, making you flush.

“Well, that’s good, because I like you too much too.”

“You might even say that I like you-” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows, “-a latte!”

You didn’t react, and Jimin’s smile dimmed slightly.

“You know, because I’m a barista?”

“Actually, never mind, I don’t like you that much-” You said as you tried to shift off his lap, but he held you firmly, tugging you back with a smug laugh.

“No, baby, you won’t get away that easy.”

He pressed you back against the wall bordering the booth, and-

So this is what true love’s kiss is like, you thought, before you stopped thinking altogether.

His lips were soft against yours, but insistent as they slanted over your mouth and pressed urgently until you gave in and parted your lips. He swallowed your whimpers as he skilfully twisted his tongue around yours, licking and sucking and biting and-

He drew back so both of you could catch your breath, and you slumped forwards into him.

“Now I’ve got you…” He said, his voice gravelly from the kiss. You did that, you realised smugly. “Now I’ve got you, I’m never letting you go.”

You hummed happily, curling into his arms without protest. Of course he’d never let you go. Why would you want him to? You’ve finally found your fairytale ending, except you hope it never ever ends. And, just like he promised, Jimin never lets you go again.

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❝first time together❞ jjk ― m.

― summary: you never thought you’d fall for the charms of jeon jungkook, the campus heartthrob, play boy, and fuck boy.

jungkook/reader| college!au | fluff, smut, angst | 8.4k ↬ content warnings: light virgin kink, dirty talk, cunnilingus (with jk’s pierced tongue), blow job, praise kink, creampie, manipulation, fuckboy!jk, pierced!jk, u may hate jk sorry

a/n: thank you to my lovely beta @yoonqiful for editing this baby for me!

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You remember seeing him on campus before — how could you miss him, really? Your circle of friends ran close but not close enough that you really knew him.

He was handsome, easy enough to admit with dark, curly hair overshadowing bright doe-like eyes. He had a nose ring and a lip ring which he constantly played with. You'd also heard on the grapevine the man possessed a tongue piercing as well.

He was basically every girl’s fantasy — a good looking bad boy who would break your heart after giving you the best night of your life. He lived up to the hype of his reputation as well.

You were a freshman and within your first two semesters, you learned just how big of a name Jeon Jungkook was on campus. Most likely hundreds of notches on his bedpost and none making it past a one night stand.

Many women would agree to sleep with him in hopes they could “change” him, only to be disappointed and heartbroken in the end. It was a vicious cycle that he was, no doubt, proud of.

So, you vowed to never get anywhere near Jeon Jungkook. That sentiment worked fairly well for a while, but well, it wasn’t in the cards for you to avoid meeting the man.

Walking onto campus for a shitty morning class, you were exhausted from staying up late studying for a test. You take a sip from the coffee you got earlier from the cafe. It hasn’t quite kicked in yet, leaving you drowsy.

You hadn't even realized anyone was near you until you tripped over someone's foot, crashing to the ground harshly.

“Hey,” A voice grumbled, harshly grabbing the back of your shirt to pull you up. You choked slightly as the collar of the shirt dug into your neck. “You got coffee all over me, you know?”

“I-I'm sorry,” You grumbled, shaking his grip off of you as you stood — peeved that he didn't even care he literally tripped you. “I didn't mean to.”

“This shirt cost me a lot of money,” He pestered. You finally looked up at him. “How much cash you got on you now, maybe that'll cover it.”

You scoffed. “I'm not paying for your shirt when you tripped me,” You argued, crossing your arms over your chest. “I have a class to go to.”

You turned your back to the stranger, intending to walk away before he harshly grabbed your arm. You gasped, nearly losing your footing once again when he tugged you closer.

“Look bitch,” He growled. “I told you this shirt is expensive. You ruined it so pay me for it.”

You opened your mouth to tell him to go to hell before someone cleared their throat behind you.

“What the fuck do you want Jeon?” The stranger snapped, grip tightening on your arm.

“Man, no wonder you never get laid if this is how you treat a lovely lady,” You looked over your shoulder to find yourself gazing into the ridiculously handsome face of Jeon Jungkook.

“You're a dick, Jeon,” Your harasser let you go, lightly shoving you so you stumbled towards Jungkook before stalking off.

“Are you alright?” Jungkook asked, smiling. His lip ring sparkled in the early morning light.

“Yeah,” You signed, rubbing where the man had a rough grip on you. “Thanks for that, Jungkook.”

“Oh, you know my name!” His grin broadened.

“Yeah,” You nodded, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “You're friends with Jimin who’s friends with Taehyung. Plus, no offense, I think every girl on campus knows you.”

He nodded, smile not diminishing in the slightest as he shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. “That's fair. It was nice to finally meet you, though. Can I walk you to class?”

You hesitated, wanting to say no but he had just done you a favor in chasing that asshole off. Sighing softly, you nodded and motioned for him to follow you.

“Oh you have anatomy with Mrs. Park huh?” He asked, recognizing the direction you were taking. “I took this class my freshman year as well.”

“What grade are you in?” You asked.

“Junior,” He replied. “Just clocked in 65 credit hours.” He shrugged.

Jungkook was the type of man you'd expect to be a dropout. Learning he'd been working hard, no doubt aiming to graduate, surprised you. It just showed that you shouldn’t judge someone by their reputation.

Shortly after your exchange with Jungkook, with him walking you to class, you found yourself seeing him a lot more frequently. Sometimes it seemed almost too coincidental, like being around your anatomy class when it ended claiming he was just seeing a friend who had a class on that same hall.

"Hey _____," A familiar voice had you pausing and turning around.

"Oh Hoseok," You smiled, smiling up at him as he walked closer to you.

"You got a minute?" He asked, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Yeah, actually class was canceled today. I was about to go home," You explained. "You want to head to the cafe?"

"Yeah that'd be great," You noticed how his shoulders were tense and his smile didn't seem as bright. It appeared something was on his mind.

"Do you want to invite Taehyung?" You asked, beginning to walk along with him. "No it's not necessary," He said. "I just need to talk to you."

"Not gonna lie, you got me a little worried here Hobi," You chuckled nervously.

"Don't worry," He patted your back. "It's not that bad! But I am going to get called back into work in a minute so I don't have long."

You hummed, the two of you falling into silence as you navigated the familiar path to the campus cafe.

It was bustling, as expected, but since a lot of people had class at that time, there were still a couple tables open. Hoseok picked the most secluded table to sit at, not unusual for him. Despite his sunshiney nature, he was still a bit reclusive — not really liking hustle and bustle and preferring to keep away from prying eyes.

"So, what's bothering you?" You asked, resting your chin on your hand.

"It's about Jeon Jungkook," He sighed, making you stiffen immediately.

"Wh-What about him?" You gulped.

"_____," He sighed. "You know I care about you. You're my best friend. I mean this with...so much sincerity." He met your eyes. "Stay away from him, okay?"

"Wh...What?" You shook your head, not understanding.

"He's been asking around about you," Hoseok whispered. "I heard from Taehyung about it. Please stay away from him. He is the most..." His phone started buzzing, making him sigh. "He's—"

"Do you need to get that?" You asked.

Hoseok sighed again, looking at his phone. "Yeah but..." He started to stand up. "I've got to go but, ______. Please listen, he's the most notorious cherry picker ever. So, just stay away from him!"

"Hey!" You called after him, watching as he put the phone to his ear and started jogging out. "What does that even mean?"

Sighing, you crashed onto your bed — letting the familiar scent of your detergent calm you.

Your phone vibrating in your pocket alerted you to a new text. You pulled it out and unlocked it, realizing it was a text from an unknown number.

From: Unknown [2:18PM] Hey😏

They were typing so you sat there and waited.

From: Unknown [2:18PM] Is this _____?

They started typing again and you raised your brow — growing impatient.

From: Unknown [2:18PM] It's Jungkook btw

Your brows shot straight up at the reveal. Fingers hovering over the keyboard, you thought of a response, unsure of what you could possibly say.

To: Jeon Jungkook [2:19PM] Yes...this is _____. How did you get my number?

From: Jeon Jungkook [2:19PM] It's a secret😬

To: Jeon Jungkook [2:20PM] Okay. What do you want?

From: Jeon Jungkook [2:20PM] Do you have class tomorrow?

To: Jeon Jungkook [2:20PM] Yes I have a class at 10.

From: Jeon Jungkook [2:21PM] Cool. Meet me at the campus cafe at 9?

You sat there and stared at the message as it settled in. You weren't sure of what to say but you knew you wanted to say yes. Jungkook was intriguing — dangerously so. The way he acted, the air he carried with him had you wanting to see more. It was like he had a magnetic pull.

But Hoseok's words were still there, lingering in the back of your mind. Stay away from Jeon Jungkook.

Before you realized what you were doing, however, a message was sent.

To: Jeon Jungkook [2:22PM] Um, sure...that'd be nice. See you then!

You tugged the hood of your hoodie over your head as you reached the cafe. It was packed as usual and you were more than a little tired from not sleeping well. Tugging the door open, you cringed as the noise level rose.

Looking around, you spotted Jungkook sitting in the corner with his eyes glued to his phone. He had a little smirk on his face as he typed something and your heart began to race.

Weaving through the people, you finally reached his table and took a seat. He immediately looked up and locked his phone, bright eyes finding yours as he greeted you good morning.

"Oh I got you a coffee and a muffin," He said, gesturing to the two items on the table. "I didn't know what you liked so I got something a little sweet."

"I like everything here to be honest," You muttered, pulling your hood down before bringing the still hot coffee to your lips.

"You look like you haven't slept a wink," He said, cocking his head to the side.

"I didn't really," You shrugged. "But this coffee should wake me up, thank you Jungkook."

"It's not a problem," He smiled, a cute bunny-like smile that contrasted with the black piercing on his lip.

The two of you drifted easily through conversation; topics coming easily as you discovered different things you had in common. You learned Jungkook was actually a really big fan of anime and used to collect manga before he had to move into the dorms.

The hour passed faster than you could have expected and you found yourself...disappointed when it was time for you to leave.

"How about I walk you to class?" He asked, standing up as soon as he realized the time.

"I'd like that," You muttered, blushing when he opened the door for you to escort you out.

You found yourself glancing at him whenever you were sure he wasn't paying attention. You noticed his ears were gauged and today he wore his curled bangs parted in the middle — allowing just a peek of his forehead. It was unfair how attractive he was.

And when he smiled, you found yourself smiling along with him. Everything about Jeon Jungkook gave you butterflies.

It made you understand why so many women were wanting him. Deep down, you could feel that same urge building inside of you. The only thing it was held back by was Hoseok's warning.

"I'll see you later, Jungkook," You smiled, standing outside your classroom door. "Yeah, I look forward to it," He flashed you a big smile with a short wink before he turned on his heel and walked the same way he'd come.

You were unable to tear your eyes off of his form. Even the way he walked exuded so much confidence.

They say confidence is sexy and Jungkook definitely fit the bill.

He vanished from your sight and you finally entered the classroom.

"Curse you Jeon Jungkook," You whined when you got home, flopping down on your bed.

Class hadn't gone well at all with said man plaguing your thoughts. You found yourself daydreaming every 5 minutes about Jungkook; his handsome face, pretty smile, and sparkling eyes refusing to leave your mind.

Still, despite the fact he was such an unpleasant distraction in class, you found yourself holding your phone hoping it'd buzz with an incoming text.

After more than an hour, it did and you jumped at the chance to see the sender.

From: Jeon Jungkook [11:11AM] You know, I really liked hanging out with you, _____.

Your heart skipped a beat and you bit your lip to contain the girlish giggle that was threatening to spill out.

To: Jeon Jungkook [11:12AM] I really liked it too. You're really fun to talk to.

From: Jeon Jungkook [11:12AM] I'm glad.😜 I was wondering...

You sat up, eyes locked on those that typing bubble — watching as he erased and restarted several times.

From: Jeon Jungkook [11:13AM] The school hosts a summer fireworks show this weekend. I was wondering if you'd like to go...as a date?

To: Jeon Jungkook [11:13AM] I would love to!

You cringed as you realized you sounded too eager. Your cheeks burned even though it wasn't even a face to face interaction. Swallowing thickly, you watched the bubbles appear again and your heart began to race hoping you hadn't just made a fool of yourself.

From: Jeon Jungkook [11:14AM] I'm glad. I'll pick you up at about 5 on Friday.

And like that, you had planned a date with Jeon Jungkook.

Even though you knew you'd regret it later in the night, you put on the cutest summer dress you owned. It complimented your figure and made your legs look fantastic. You only hoped Jungkook would notice it too.

For some reason, it filled you with excitement to dress up for someone — for a date.

You and Jungkook had been texting nonstop since he asked you on a date. He apologized for asking over text but it was the only opportunity that you had.

Truth be told, you didn't get the cute highschool romance experience so it was fun to have a little taste of what that would have been like.

Your doorbell rang and you grabbed your shoes, hurrying to slip them on and open the door. Jungkook was leaning against the railing wearing a loose tank top and jeans. You couldn't help but stare at his biceps for a quick second before forcing yourself out the door. As you locked it, you could feel Jungkook's eyes burning holes it you.

"What is it?" You asked, turning around to find his eyes scanning your whole body. Immediately, you felt your cheeks heat up all the way to your ears. "You look really good...wow," He grinned, a sideways quirk of his lips.

"I..." You bit your lip and smiled. "Thank you."

"Ready to go?" You nodded and hopped down the stairs to follow after him. He led you down the sidewalk to where his car was parked near the curb. A simple act such as opening your door for you made your heart flutter and you swear you almost gave a deep, dreamy sigh.

Jungkook was well-prepared, he even brought a blanket for you both to sit on so you could comfortably enjoy the fireworks. The place was lively, music playing from some speakers set up nearby and people laughing and having fun.

"Let's pick a spot," He said and grabbed your hand.

Effortlessly, your fingers laced together and he gave your hand a light squeeze before throwing a smile over his shoulder. Your gaze fell to your linked hands and you giggled, the sound drowned out by the noise surrounding you.

Jungkook ended up picking a rather secluded place on a hill. It was peaceful, but you were still able to hear the music playing so it wasn't awkwardly silent. You helped him lay down the blanket and laughed when he let himself flop onto it with a groan.

"That was such a long walk!" He complained.

"It wasn't even that bad," You chuckled, sitting down beside him.

The sun was beginning to set and before you knew it they were getting ready to start the show. You watched as people all around took seats together in preparation for the fireworks. It was buzzing with good energy and you felt a burst of confidence flow through you.

Reaching over you took Jungkook's hand in yours. Immediately, he laced your fingers together and gave your hand a squeeze. His skin was so soft and his hands were warm, comforting almost.

When it was time for you to go home, you were filled with the same disappointment you felt last time you were with him. Having him around was so nice, you felt so happy with him.

You never wanted it to end.

He parked the car in front of your apartment and got out, jogging to the other side to open your door for you.

"Thank you," You said, as you slowly began to walk up to your stoop with him, wanting to draw it out as long as possible. "I had a great time tonight."

He shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded, curls bouncing in his face. He nibbled on his lip ring and paused when you were standing in front of your door.

"A friend of mine is having a party tomorrow at his place," He said. "Would you like to be my date there?"

You hesitated this time; you wanted to go, really you did. Just for Jungkook though. Truthfully, you weren't a party person. You always end up feeling awkward and out of place, unable to have a nice time.

But with Jungkook standing there, pretty pierced face looking hopeful at you, you found yourself nodding.

"Okay, I'll go," You gave him a tight-lipped smile and he beamed.

"Great!" He began to back off. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

You waved and watched as he got into his car and pulled off. Sighing, you wondered why the hell you were so enamored with him.

Deep inside, you knew why.

You step out of the car, already feeling the bass of the music playing inside. Jungkook took your hand and any apprehension inside you vanished the second his fingers laced between yours.

Once inside, you were shocked at how many people were packed inside. It was a decently sized house but even so, you couldn't even comfortably move through the crowd. All around you people were crowding you as they drunkenly swayed to the beat.

"Let's head to the kitchen and get a drink!" He called over the music, tugging you in the direction of what you assumed was the kitchen.

"Have you been here before?" You asked as you entered the kitchen, where it was much quieter.

"Yeah," Jungkook replied, grabbing a couple bottles and cups off the counter. "This is my friend Seokjin's house."

"Is he here?" You asked, looking around. "Shouldn't you let him know you're here?"

"Nah," Jungkook replied, opening the bottle of vodka. "He's floating around, we'll run into each other eventually! Here!" He handed you a cup with a smile. "Drink up!"

Though you didn't like to drink too much, you did do it on occasion. You tipped the cup back to take a quick swig, noting the cranberry juice Jungkook had mixed in to help it go down easier.

"Jungkook!" Someone called, squeezing between the two of you. It was a guy a bit shorter than Jungkook. "I knew you would come!"

"You know I don't miss Jin's parties," Jungkook laughed, meeting your gaze of the friend's shoulder. "Oh this is my date, _____."

You flushed hearing Jungkook so openly call you his date, unashamed as he motioned to you. The person turned around and you quickly recognized him as Park Jimin — a friend of Taehyung's.

"Oh well hello _____! Didn't expect to see you at this little get together," Jimin grinned. His charming quality making you smile. "I hope you don't mind if I borrow Jungkook real quick?"

"Um..." You shrugged and glanced over at Jungkook.

"Yeah I'll be back, sweetheart," Jungkook patted your back as he passed you, his touch lingering on your lower back as he did so. The touch sent tingles down your spine and you watched him disappear in the crowd with Jimin. And like that you were alone.

You had finished half of the drink Jungkook made you when someone's hand dropped on your shoulder, making you jump. You turned around and found yourself face to face with Taehyung.

"What-Hey," You greeted awkwardly, not expecting to see him.

"What're you doing here?" He asked, frowning as he looked over you.

"Um well," You shifted awkwardly on your feet. "I came here with...Jungkook."

Taehyung was silent for a moment, frown still in place as he blinked at you. Slowly, he opened his mouth, as if thinking over what he was going to say.

"Does Hoseok know?" He asked. "That you're even talking to him?"

"Well, no," You admitted, swirling your cup to watch the liquid slosh around. "_____," Taehyung sighed, warning in his tone. "Hoseok wouldn't like this, you know he doesn't want you fuckin' around with him."

"I know," You admitted, watching as he suddenly poured himself a cup of straight vodka and threw it back, downing it. "How did you find me anyway?"

"Jimin told me you were here," Taehyung said, pouring himself another drink quickly.

You fell silent, watching Taehyung chug another drink. Within minutes, you could tell they were kicking in and he placed his hand on your shoulder.

"I'm going to assume you can take care of yourself," He said. "I'm going to go find someone to get laid. But remember, ______, be careful of Jungkook."

"Yeah, so I keep being told..." You muttered as he walked away, quickly disappearing and leaving you alone again.

All by yourself, you watched people walk in and out to get drinks. As the minutes ticked by, you found yourself wanting to go home. You weren't drunk, you could call a cab since Jungkook drove you.

Finally, you wandered out of the kitchen into the living area where people were dancing and shouting over the music. You mingled in the corner, keeping to yourself and sipping on your drink that you still hadn't finished.

"Well hey there," Someone greeted beside you. You turned to find a man with sharp, cat-like eyes staring at you as he leaned against the wall clad in a leather jacket and ripped black jeans.

"Hi," You greeted bashfully.

"You all by yourself?" He asked, smiling softly. You nodded and shrugged your shoulders in response, unsure of what he wanted. "Well, you're too cute to be by yourself. How about I keep you company. I'm Yoongi. Min Yoongi."

"Your name sounds familiar," You muttered.

"Well, a lot of people know me," He had a gummy grin that was actually quite cute. Despite the fact you could tell he was a little drunk, he still smelled quite pleasantly of cologne.

"I'm ______," You introduced with a polite smile, holding your hand out for him to shake.

"Well, ______," He stood up straighter, taking your hand firmly in his. "I'm gonna be real honest with you. I think you are absolutely stunning and truthfully, I'm looking to get la-"

"Yoongi, what're you doing?" A familiar voice had Yoongi freezing immediately, turning to look over his shoulder.

"Ah, Jungkook!" He greeted happily, as if Jungkook wasn't glaring daggers at him. "Fancy seeing you here. I was just about to ask this lovely young lady to go up—"

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Jungkook growled, cutting Yoongi off again by grabbing his arm and tugging him away.

They didn't go far and you could see Jungkook leaned in close to say something to Yoongi. Immediately, the shorter man's mouth fell open at the same time his eyes widened.

"No shit!" Yoongi shouted. "She's yours? Ah, sorry man. I got it."

Jungkook seemed to visibly relax as Yoongi waved goodbye to you and disappeared as quickly as he reappeared. Jungkook walked back over to you with a smile — no sign of the glare he once nursed towards his friend.

"I'm sorry for disappearing," He said. "I won't do it again. I just got caught up. Namjoon was doin' some shit, it's not important. I won't bail again, I promise."

"Why don't I believe that one?" You scoffed, taking a sip of your drink. Your own words sounded like a petulant, needy girlfriend and you mentally cringed. But Jungkook didn't seem to mind, keeping that small smile on his lips. He no doubt could sense your disappointment with his vanishing.

"Come with me," He said, taking your hand.

He didn't give you much of a choice as he tugged you through the crowd. You met the stairs and you realized he was bringing you somewhere away from the party. From your knowledge, that usually indicated he was expecting to have sex. Your heart sped up as you found yourself in the hallway, several of the doors shut and a couple open. The music was much quieter and you could hear the faint sounds of moaning every once in a while, making your cheeks burn.

As Jungkook stopped in front of a door, your mind was racing with ways to tell Jungkook that you were a virgin and certainly didn't want to lose it at a party. But as he opened the door, you were surprised to see it wasn't a bedroom at all. It had a few bean bag chairs, a small couch, and a large screen TV with a shelf of movies.

"Ah, good, it's empty," Jungkook chuckled, ushering you inside as he followed, closing the door behind you and flicking the lock. "People are learning finally!" "Learning what?" You asked as you sat down on the couch.

"This room is basically off limits to anyone who isn't a personal friend of Kim Seokjin's," Jungkook explained, grabbing the remote of the DVD shelf. "We hang out in here to escape the parties sometimes."

"Sometimes people come in here anyway?" You asked, watching as the TV came to life.

"Yeah, we kick them out if they do and slowly people began to learn," He said, bringing up Netflix.

Briefly, the phrase, Netflix and Chill popped in your mind but you shook it away as Jungkook pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and placed it over the two of you.

The alcohol you were drinking throughout the evening was finally beginning to kick in even though you'd stopped drinking. Jungkook, on the other hand, was continuing to drink out of his cup. He also pulled open a cabinet next to the TV which held an array of alcohol that was otherwise unavailable to the other partiers.

You had no idea how much he'd had but about halfway through The Day After Tomorrow, he was showing his buzz. His words were slurred and slow and he was clearly very relaxed, resting his arm around your shoulder shamelessly.

"Hey _____?" He suddenly asked, drawing your attention away from the movie.

You noticed how close your faces were, you could feel his breath fanning across your face. It smelled like alcohol but you assumed yours did too.

"What?" You asked, eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, slowly beginning to lean in before you could even process his words. He did, however, pause before he met your lips, waiting for your consent.

"Y-Yeah," You whispered, holding your breath as he finally closed the gap and kissed you.

His hand came up, cupping your cheek as his lips moved expertly against yours. You'd only had a few kisses in your lifetime but you knew right away that he was the best.

He pulled away, smiling as his thumb stroked the soft skin of your cheek. It surprised you how it wasn't awkward in any way. Jungkook really had a knack for making you feel comfortable. The way he looked at you made your heart race, his eyes sparkled as if you were an angel.

Before long, the alcohol had finally kicked in to Jungkook's system and you convinced him that it was time to go home. He was way too drunk to drive and you really didn't have any clue what dorm he lived in. So, you decided to just take him to your apartment.

He was alert enough to walk on his own, but he kept cracking jokes and having to stop because he began to laugh too hard.

"You really are so pretty," He cooed when he leaned against your wall, watching as you unlocked your door. "How on Earth did I manage to snag you?"

It was drunk ramblings but his words still set your heart on fire.

"You can crash on the couch, Jungkook," You said. "It pulls out into a bed so I'll do that for you."

Jungkook hummed, eyes not leaving your form as you moved the cushion until you could pull the bed out. Immediately, he crashed down onto it without a care and smiled happily.

"I'll see you in the morning, Jungkook," You smiled, patting his head before flicking out the lights and retiring to your room.

It felt like you were only sleeping for a few minutes before there were a series of light taps against your door. You groaned until your pillow as you were pulled from the gentle lull of sleep.

Sitting up, you looked towards the door before calling for them to come in, knowing it could only be one person.

He crept his way in, the light from the hallway casting his shadow across your floor.

"Are you okay, Jungkook?" You asked, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes so you could focus on him better.

"Yeah, I..." He cleared his throat and shifted where he stood. You could tell his drunken stupor had fizzled into quiet sobriety. "I just want to thank you."

"What for?" You asked, watching as he took a couple strides forward until he was close enough to touch.

"It's just..." He smiled. "You're so sweet and you're so kind, you even let me crash here even after I dragged you to a stupid party you didn't even want to go to."

"How did you know—"

"You're clearly not the party type," He chuckled. "I can tell. But you still went with me and..." He trailed off, unsure of what to add.

"And what?" You pressed, tangling your hand in your blanket in an effort to keep yourself from touching him.

"I think I like you," He shook his head quickly. "I know I like you. I do, _____." You couldn't believe your ears.

Jeon Jungkook, the man who slept around with anything that had a pulse and was impossible to nail down, liked you? The man women tried, time and time again, who was notorious for never even developing feelings...had a crush on you?

"I..." You shifted to sit on your knees so you could reach his height. "I like you too, Jungkook. I've had such a great time with you and...I really feel lucky that you chose me."

"Of course I did," He smiled, combing his fingers through your hair. You leaned into his touch, eyes flicking to his lips with a sudden urge to kiss him. "You're an...incredible woman."

“Jungkook…” You whispered, getting lost in the way his eyes sparkled even in the dim light.

Before you could even think of stopping yourself, you surged forward and pressed your lips against his. He tasted vaguely like the alcohol he’d consumed hours earlier. You whimpered, clutching the front of his shirt in your fists as if he would slip away if you let him go.

His hands gripped your hips, your body being pressed into his at the motion. As your lips moved together flawlessly, you wrapped your arms around his neck to thread your fingers through his hair. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest when you felt him lightly grinding his hardening length against your stomach. Suddenly, he pulled back from the kiss — lips swollen and chest heaving as he caught his breath.

“A-Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, brushing his nose against yours as he pecked your lips softly once again.

“Y-Yes please,” You whimpered, tugging his shirt to pull him onto the bed.

You laid back as he climbed on top of you, balancing his weight on his hands on either side of your head. He looked so delectable, eyes dark and pierced lip caught between his perfect teeth.

“This is your first time, right?” He asked softly, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours as you nodded. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

A cocky smirk crossed his lips as he sat up, reaching down to tug the hem of his shirt over his head. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight; his body was toned and it was clear he worked out judging by the muscles adorning his body.

His hands travelled up your calves and across your bare thighs. Goosebumps prickled the skin in the wake of his touch as he skimmed over your shorts to sneak up the hem of your shirt. His fingers were soft as they touched the smooth skin of your stomach.

He leaned down and met your lips in another searing kiss as his hand finally cupped your bare breast. He thumbed at your nipple, making you whimper into the kiss and arch your back. Pinching your nipple, he smirked at the way you gasped and closed your legs tightly around his waist in an effort to ease the tension growing between them. Taking your squirming and whining as a good sign, he worked your shirt above your head.

You let him, panting beneath him as he threw the clothing away — leaving your breasts exposed to him. Immediately, he was showering them with attention as he cupped them and pinched your perked buds before his mouth enveloped one into his hot mouth.

You cried out, tugging at his hair as his tongue made an appearance — a foreign object brushing against your nipple.

“J-Jungkook!” You gasped, biting your lip to hold in the embarrassing noises that wanted desperately to escape.

He popped off your bud with another smirk. “You like that?”

“Y-Your tongue it’s…” You trailed off.

“Pierced,” He completed your thought, sticking his tongue out to show off the silver ball situated on it. “Yeah and it can feel a lot better on your little cunt than your pretty tits.”

You flushed at his dirty words but couldn’t deny the way you gushed into your panties. He chuckled darkly, no doubt catching onto your thoughts.

“Do you want that?” He asked which you immediately nodded, not even bothering to hesitate.

He hooked his fingers into the band of your shorts and panties, tugging them both down. Perhaps there was still a bit of a buzz in your system because you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed. You felt needy, your cunt dripping wet because of him — and he’d barely done anything.

He scooted down the bed until his head was between your thighs. He pushed your knees open, eyes falling to your pussy. You watched as he licked his lips, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart so your twitching hole was exposed to him.

“Kook…” You whimpered, embarrassment catching up to you finally the longer he stared at your cunt.

“So pretty baby,” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your thigh. “So wet and ready for me. Can’t wait to sink my cock in this tight little cunt.” “P-Please, Jungkook,” You whimpered, arching your hips towards him as his dirty words made you gush.

“Good girl, so polite,” He grinned, before he dove in and licked a thick strip up your cunt — collecting your juices on his tongue with a moan. His tongue ring grazed your clit, making your back arch.

He gripped your hips, anchoring you in place as he began to eat you like a man starved. He was sloppy and wet, letting your juices and his saliva drip down his chin. The moans he let out were sinful, as if eating your cunt was the best delicacy he ever tasted.

You gripped his hair and the sheets, needing something to ground yourself through the overwhelming pleasure. He sucked on your clit, lashing at the sensitive bud with his tongue until you were trembling beneath him.

Suddenly he pulled his face away, his lips and chin soaked with a mixture of your juices and saliva. His gaze was dark and he was breathing heavily — arousal weighing down his very being. You whined at the loss when he sat up, wiping his mouth quickly before he began to pull at his belt.

“Fuck, you got me so hard,” He growled. “Got my cock so hard. Your little cunt gets so wet, doesn’t it?”

“Jungkook…” You whined, sitting up as he pushed his jeans down to reveal he wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath them.

“What is it, baby?” He asked, wrapping his fist loosely around himself with a sigh of relief.

“Can I…” You cleared your throat, averting your gaze from his as his eyes burned into you. “Can you...teach me how to…”

“How to what?” He asked, reaching forward to brush some hair out of your face. ”How to suck my cock?”

“Y-Yes…” You whispered, swallowing thickly.

“Fuck,” He breathed, nodding his head as he fisted your hair. You whimpered, allowing him to drag your face closer to his cock. “Open your mouth.”

You did as you were told, allowing your mouth to fall open. Jungkook’s own mouth fell open as your mouth enveloped the hot head of his cock. You closed your lips around him, swirling your tongue on the tip of him. The taste of his precum on your tongue made your cunt clench pathetically.

Jungkook groaned, eyes rolling back. “Take me a bit deeper. You’ll probably have a bad gag reflex but we’ll work on that.”

Your heart fluttered at the promise of seeing him again and allowing him to teach you new and exciting things. Doing as he told you, you took him as deep as you comfortably could. He felt hot and heavy on your tongue, hard as steel with a thick pulsing vein on the underside but velvet soft skin.

Jungkook cupped the back of your head, leading you in the proper motions of sucking him off. With every pulse of his cock, more of his precum danced along your tastebuds.

Then with a defeated groan, he pulled out — wrapping his fist tightly around himself.

“Don’t wanna cum in that dirty mouth,” He growled, letting go of your hair to let you lay back down.

“Please Jungkook,” You whined, wrapping your arms around him to pull him into a kiss.

“Fuck,” He growled, spreading your thighs over his so your cunt was open for the thick head of his cock.

You held your breath as he positioned himself at your entrance. You were wet enough for him to slide in with ease, the stretch stinging but not unbearable. He stopped to let you adjust, his body trembling as your cunt spasmed around him.

Once he felt you relax beneath him, he pulled back — a long gasp escaping you as he did so before being cut off when he slammed himself back. His hips slapped against yours as he leaned over to kiss you once again. Every gasp and whine you let out was captured in his mouth, which he eagerly swallowed down.

He set a soft pace, not wanting to be too rough for your first time. The idea that his cock was the first in your pussy had him throbbing, on the verge of cumming. It was almost pathetic how quickly the idea of stuffing your virgin cunt set him off.

“J-Jungkook!” You sobbed, digging your nails into his back. “F-Feels so good.” “Yeah?” He growled, angling his hips to hit your g-spot with terrifying accuracy. “You’re so tight. Wanna make you cum…”

As soon as the words left his lips, he was bringing his thumb to his lips, wetting it with his tongue before circling your hardened clit in time with his thrusts. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you sobbed out in pleasure, trembling beneath him as you were pushed closer and closer to the delicious release you were desperate for.

Jungkook let out a series of soft curses as you tightened impossibly around him as you came, walls clamping and spasming in the throes of your pleasure. He didn’t slow or stop until you were sobbing and pushing his hand away from your sensitive bud.

One glance at the blissful, fucked out look in your eyes was enough to send him over the edge as well. He pulled out, making you whimper at the loss before wrapping his hand around his cock and jerking himself until he came in hot ribbons across your stomach. It dripped down to your cunt and he had to urge to use his fingers to stuff it into you but fought it.

The two of you sat in silence for a second, catching your breath before he stood up and grabbed your shirt from the floor to clean up his cum. You didn’t mind, the soft material also wiping away the sweat that had built up over your skin.

After a moment, Jungkook laid beside you, taking you into his arms with a sigh. “You owe me breakfast,” You mumbled sleepily.

“Huh?” He replied.

“In the morning,” You whispered. “Take me for breakfast before class?”

Jungkook was silence for several long seconds, opening his mouth before closing it again as he decided what to say before settling on “Y...Yeah.”

His response was the last thing you heard as you finally fell asleep with his warmth around you and his heart pounding in his chest against your ear.

Your eyes fluttered open and the first thing you noticed was the bright sunlight filtering through the window. You blinked sleepily, waiting for yourself to wake up a bit more.

The second thing you noticed was the soreness of your body, it felt like you had a touch workout the day before but it was a pleasant feeling. You rolled over onto your back, noting the way your stomach was starting to growl with hunger.

The memory of the promise of a nice breakfast date made you smile and you looked beside you only to be met with an empty bed. Sitting up, you touched to sheets, they were cold. He'd been gone for a while.

You grabbed your phone off the night table, noting you would have to go to class soon, and brought up Jungkook's contact.

To: Jeon Jungkook [11:22AM] Where are you?

You waited for several seconds, watching as it tried to send. Your heart began to speed up in your chest when you realized it couldn't be delivered.

As you stared at your screen, your alarm began to ring indicating you had to get up for class.

It was difficult to get ready as you kept checking your phone to see if your text got delivered. Every time you did, you were only disappointed.

You went to class with a dull ache in your chest.

As you walked across campus towards the cafe, you heard rowdy laughter, drawing your attention to a group of men. In the center, being playfully shoved by his friends was Jungkook. Adjusting your bag on your shoulder, you made a beeline for him.

"Jungkook!" You called, watching as all five men stopped and turned their attention to you. "Where did you go this morning?"

There was a beat of silence before Jungkook let out a big sigh and shook his head.

"Come on guys," He said.

As he passed you, not even casting a single glance at you, you got a whiff of his sweet perfume and tears filled your eyes. His friends let out soft snickers and whispers you couldn't make out, leaving you there feeling humiliated.

You realized immediately you had been a complete fool the entire time.

Shaking your head, you decided going to class was the last thing you wanted to do. You skipped and trekked the familiar path to your close friends dorm.

Knocking harshly on the door, as the doorbell was broken, you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying. The lock on the door clicked and then Hoseok's face came into view.

"Hey, what're you doing here?" He asked, running a hand through his wet hair. He must have just gotten out of the shower, you noted. "What's the matter?" He quickly asked, noticing immediate that you were upset.

"I'm an idiot is what's wrong," Your voice came out a harsh whisper as your throat felt too tight from holding back your tears.

Hoseok looked behind you and down the halls before pulling you inside his dorm. Locking the door, he turned back to you to find tears falling down your cheeks.

"What happened?" He asked, leading you to sit beside him on his couch.

"You were right," You nodded, sniffling softly. "I should have stayed away from him."

"From who?" He asked, brows furrowed.

"Jungkook," You spat his name.

"Oh..." He sighed, jaw locking. "Taehyung mentioned you were with him at the party..."

"I'm sorry, Hoseok," You cried. "I know you told me to stay away but...I didn't think he was really that bad."

He sighed, pulling you in for a hug. "It's alright, he's a charming bastard. I understand why you would end up liking him."

That day, Hoseok also skipped work to hang out with you and cheer you up. He even invited Taehyung over after he got done with class.

"Where the hell is he?" Hoseok complained, watching the hours tick by as Taehyung was later and later than his promised arrival time.

"Hopefully he's picking up food," You called from the kitchen as you looked through his barren fridge. "How do you not starve?"

"I eat out mostly!" He called back.

You were about to open your mouth to tell him how unhealthy h is diet was when the door opened and slammed shut. Wandering into the living area, you saw Taehyung huffing as he kicked his shoes off.

"You alright Tae?" Hoseok asked, brow raised.

"I am never speaking to Park Jimin again!" Taehyung growled, storming past you into the kitchen where he opened the fridge and groaned. "Why haven't you got any fuckin' food?!"

"He eats out," You replied, chuckling softly when Taehyung threw his head back and groaned obnoxiously.

"Why aren't you friends with Jimin anymore?" Hoseok asked as the two of you wandered in and took a seat around him.

"Because he's a scumbag along with that Jeon Jungkook fucker!" Taehyung snapped, grabbing Hoseok's beer can off the table and taking a few sips. The eldest didn't complain, simply watched and waited for Taehyung to continue.

"Care to share with the class?" Hoseok asked. Your eyes were fixed on Taehyung, waiting eagerly for any word on Jungkook. Maybe an explanation since you couldn't get one from him — judging by the fact he'd blocked your number.

"Apparently," Taehyung huffed. "Jungkook had called dibs on ______ to get her to sleep with him," You gasped at the admission. "Jimin knows you're one of my best friends and he didn't even think of telling me that Jungkook was gonna fuck with you like that! What kind of bullshit is that?"

"What are they, in high school?" Hoseok growled. "Claiming girls like that, what the fuck, man."

"I'm sorry, _____," Taehyung mumbled, standing up to bring you in for a hug. "I know you liked him."

"It's okay," You whispered, fighting back tears again. "It was my fault for being tricked."

"It's not your—"

"It is though," You sighed. "I was stupid. I knew the stories and reputation he had. Hoseok even warned me. I have only myself to blame," There was a beat of silence as Hoseok and Taehyung shared a look. "How about we watch a movie, huh?"

Like that, the topic dissipated and it wasn't brought up again.

When Im Changkyun approached you, cheeks dusted a cute pink, you were charmed immediately. You didn't know much about him, he was a new transfer but he was kind and funny so you agreed to the date.

It wasn't until a month into your new relationship that you realized you apparently attracted douchebags. You found out, stupidly, that he'd been cheating on you.

You fumed just thinking about it; he'd texted you a risque text while drunk but it wasn't meant for you.

The second he was sober, you dumped him and found yourself watching movies with Taehyung and Hoseok once again to cure your heartbreak.

"I'm never dating again," You whined, slouched on the loveseat wrapped in Hoseok's favorite blanket that you loved to steal. He wouldn't tell you where he got it so you hijacked it whenever you were at his house.

"Don't be dramatic," Hoseok chuckled from where he sat beside Taehyung. "I'm serious! Almost all men are trash and I'm tired of it!" You whined, eyes fixed on the TV.

"Holy shit..." Taehyung suddenly whispered, sitting up straight, where he sat. "What?" Hoseok and you asked at the same time.

"Im Changkyun and Jeon Jungkook got into a fight," The three of you immediately fell silent.

"...Why?" You asked, suspicious that your two exes had beefed.

"Um, well..." Taehyung shifted nervously, seemingly not wanted to reveal the reason.

Hoseok, suspecting such as well, yanked his phone from his hands — ignoring the argumentative cry that came from the younger.

"Because Jungkook..." Hoseok's jaw fell open in surprise, making you finally sit up fully.

"What? What?!" You cried. "Tell me!"

Taehyung stole his phone back from Hoseok and stuffed it in his pocket with a sigh.

"Because Jungkook found out Changkyun cheated on you!" They both told you at the same time.

You were frozen still, brows furrowed as you attempted to process that information. A litany of questions clouded your thoughts but the main one was; why did Jungkook even care?

Later, when you had just stepped into your apartment and kicked off your shoes, your phone buzzed. Sighing, you pulled it out, hoping you wouldn't have to go back to Hoseok's for something.

What you saw, however, made your heart race.

From: Jungkook [8:19PM] Can we talk?

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Sweetheart (Ch.1)

Warnings: Mentions of BDSM and bunch of other kinks but nothing sexual in this chapter lol. Sub!Spencer and Femdom!Reader

Length: 5.3k

Authors Note: this is hands down the most self-indulgent shit ive ever wrote but do i care? the answer is no dsjk but this that series i had planned where the reader introduces spencer to proper BDSM and all that. hoping to make this fic kinda informative also lol. also im uploading this fic on ao3 as well. also no tags for this fic bc its really specific and ill probably be writing for it for a while! sorry about that

Plot Summary: Spencer Reid just wanted to be.., well, you know. He doesn’t expect to find much when he signs up for a BDSM dating website but somehow he manages you and he couldn’t be more delighted

Spencer Reid was certainly a lot of things. He was a lover of the arts, someone who had a particular affinity for 15th-century literature, a magician at best, a theater nerd at worst, and a teacher when life called for it. He loves the world even when it's really dark and he loves sleeping in even more. He loves his friends and they love him too - even when they pretend that his random facts annoy them. Spencer Reid was a friend, an FBI agent, a genius with an IQ of 187, and a son to a mother he loves wholly. He was a lot of things and for the most part - he knew a lot about what he really loved to do. He supposed that it's been like that his whole life.

It's not everyday that he discovers something new about himself. About everything else? Always. He loves to learn, but about himself? There's never all that much on the frontier.

It's hard to say, because of that, when Spencer discovered he was a sub. It's difficult to pinpoint a specific time and place, or even how the pieces got put together. He just remembers how it felt when it hit him, like a freight train going 100 miles an hour into a concrete wall. Or a plane crashing onto an island. Or like a fly hitting the glass panes of a delivery truck. He remembers the feeling when he was deftly reminded of this fact. Spencer Reid was a sub - through and through and he wasn't really sure what to make of it.

Surprisingly to most of his direct peers, Spencer wasn't a virgin. He'd had sex with 2 people who he'd been kinda friends with at some point, but it always got a little weird after that. The second time though, the girl ended up choking him a little bit when she got off and Spencer thought he had died. Not in a bad way, more in a "I'm so turned on by this I feel like I've genuinely gone to heaven," sort of way. He didn't think it was possible for a sexual encounter to make him feel like that but it did. It didn't stop after that either, which was the most agitating part.

Spencer doesn't consider himself a sexual person. Sex is about intimacy and companionship, and hopefully love when he finds that someday. Sex isn't necessarily about pleasure but that wasn't an easy lesson to learn.

Spencer just wanted to understand - so like any great genius he participated in thought experiments. It's normally a female superhero/supervillain that crosses his mind (he has an affinity for Poison Ivy), and he just kinda imagines what it would be like if they did what she did. The choking turned him on, but it wasn't enough. Through that, he figures out that he had more than a choking kink and that he was more than a little interested in a partner having complete access to him. He thought about it for weeks and the getting off was working for him but he couldn't get the fantasy out of his head. He wanted more - he wanted someone to fulfill his wishes.

It was too much for him to ignore. Those months of being able to hold off through masturbating are over and he's just sorta itching. Aching to act on those impulses with another person who can give him what he needs, and he doesn't want it to be transactional. Maybe it's too ideal to want a partner out of such an endeavor but was it so wrong? To want real affection and romance from someone who could also overpower him wasn't a crime and he'd be damned if he pretended to want any less. Spencer was just searching, even if it was rather desperately.

So, when Spencer finds himself on a BDSM dating site and he feels like his life is in shambles, he can only blame himself. It's not something he'd normally do but he's getting a little more than relentless about it but he also just wants to see what's out there. He's so out of it was it happens, it felt like he was being possessed as he made a fake email and wrote out his account information. Definitely blaming it on possession, he thinks.

It's too late to go back, as he scrolls through tons of profiles of rather intense looking people. He's not surprised, this is where people go to express themselves. They're entitled to that, it just sucks since he's just not ready for such levels of intensity. He wonders if he's in too deep yet, but he figures he'd hit that mark a long time ago and keeps scrolling through profiles. There wasn't much to go off of, many people not choosing to use photos for the sake of anonymity, which was good for Spencer. He clicks onto his own profile, reading his own bio carefully.

USERNAME: DOC187

SUB/ SWITCH / DOM

M / F / O

FETISHES: N/A

BIO: Interest in a dominant female companion. Completely inexperienced.

Spencer feels ridiculous, but he doubts anyone would even message him. He doesn't have much on his profile and he keeps things short for that purpose. He wanted to stay as low to the ground as possible - more curious to explore what was going in the world than to find anything legitimate. He scrolls through hundreds of profiles, mostly of people who were BDSM vets looking for new connections or fun. Some people catch his eye but they don't match his interests so he doesn't bother.

Except, one profile. The bio was beyond interesting to Spencer.

USERNAME: MISS—LILAC

SUB / SWITCH / DOM

M / F / O

FETISHES: Sadomasochist, Degradation, Humiliation, Pegging, Overstimulation, Edging, Crossdressing, Exhibitionism, Mutual Masturbation, Dacryphilia, Shibari/Gags/Bondage, Wax Play, Impact Play, Breath Play, General Sensation Play, Discipline, Collaring, Begging. Willing to try most things.

BIO: Interested in submissive males of any experience level. Helps if you're interesting and like to read and watch indie films. Looking for genuine connection and plenty of good banter. Curly hair is nice too. lol.

Before Spencer can think about it for too long his mouse clicks over that stupid little message button next to your profile. Spencer shakes his head at his own existence as he types you a message. Says you're online right now, but Spencer's sure he won't get a response for a while.

DOC187: Seems I fit who you're interested in. I even have the curly hair.

Spencer chews on his nails anxiously before he sighs at himself. He has no clue what's gotten into him belle before he can think he sees your 3-dotted bubble pop up. He feels his body wracked with nerves.

MISS—LILAC: I'm guessing you like to read and watch indie films too?

Spencer smiles. You seem interesting and the fact that the two of you were just talking normal was making Spencer happy.

DOC187: Indeed. I'm a sucker for 15-century literature and anything in Russian and foreign language. You?

MISS—LILAC: 15th century huh? I'll assume Chaucer. And Russian? You're interesting, doc. I'm more modern and English, hope you're not deterred.

Spencer smiles, surprised that you recognize an author as niche as Chaucer. He shakes his head at your commentary. He almost forgets that both of you are on a BDSM dating site and the irony doesn't escape him.

DOC187: Deterred? Never. I think you're rather interesting too, Miss Lilac.

MISS—LILAC: Ever the gentleman doc. I'm hoping you won't run away if I ask you more personal questions.

Spencer swallows. He types back quickly.

DOC187: What kinds of questions?

MISS—LILAC: If it's okay, you're real name and what you do. My names Y/N, and I'm a florist. I live in DC and I love romance novels.

Spencer smiles. He appreciates you laying down the path for him, knowing the stakes.

DOC187: My names Spencer and I work for the FBI. I also live in DC, and I love magic.

MISS—LILAC: Magic? I'd love for you to show me sometime.

Spencer swallows. Part of him feels like it's a stupid idea to ask you out so early but if you asked, he'd likely say yes. He decides to wait it out.

DOC187: I'd be more than happy to show you.

MISS—LILAC: I suppose you could send me a video but that's not the same as seeing the magic in real life, now is it?

Spencer is smiling like an idiot at this point. He shakes his head a little, jittery.

DOC187: Infinitely better live, I would say.

MISS—LILAC: Seems like I've found an excuse to ask you on a date then. Saturday's work for me but I'm sure it depends on you, FBI man. Before that, I'm gonna drop my number and I'll be expecting your call. (XXX-XXX-XXXX)

Spencer giggles. It's a little out of range for things he's used to doing, giggling aloud for someone else is certainly new. Spencer picks up his phone and dials away, anxious to call you but excited nonetheless. He heard you pick up the phone and his heart catches in his throat.

"Hello?," Your voice is smooth, and a little bit lower than he was expecting. It sounds pretty.

"Hello, Y/N," Spencer says back. He heard you laugh on the other side and can't help the way his heart flutters.

"Lovely to talk to you doc,"

"Still Doc? Not Spencer?" Spencer questions. You smile on the other side of the line.

"Doc seems to fit you. But, for the sake of formality, hello Spencer,"

"I like Doc too, but it feels like I should have a nickname for you as well. Only seems fair," Spencer says laughing quietly.

"If it's your prerogative you can call me Miss Lilac, or just Miss but..." you trail off for a minute. Spencer squints.

"Miss is a title, you know? Doesn't seem fair for you to call me that when I haven't earned it from you yet. I'm sure we'll get there but for now you can just call me Y/N," you say softly. Spencer blushes bright red, his voice betraying him as he speaks.

"O-Oh, well um - where does the name Lilac come from? Normally people go with their names when it comes to stuff like that," Spencer says shyly. He heard you laugh on the other side of the phone and blushes again, grateful you can't see him.

"I love the language of flowers and flowers themselves. It's a way to speak that not many people know - but I like the meaning and look of lilacs. White lilacs represent purity, so that was a bit of irony, but light purple lilacs mean first love," you say carefully.

"First love?," Spencer asks. You bite your lip for a moment.

"I joke that BDSM is my first love since it's such a big part of my life. Not as big as some but not small for certain. It gave me much needed confidence so I joke that it was my first," You say lightly. You hear Spencer giggle on the other side and you smile.

"What about your username? Any significance to DOC187 that I should know of?," you readjust your seat on your couch as you talk. Spencer grows a bit embarrassed.

"I normally introduce myself as Doctor Spencer Reid for work, not a medical doctor but I have three PhD's," Spencer admits. You raise your brows but hear the hesitation in his voice.

"Very, very impressive doc. What about the 187? It could be a plain ol' number but my guess would be otherwise,"

"That's my IQ, actually. I don't think intelligence can be boiled down and quantified like that but I couldn't think of anything else," Spencer explains.

"So you're a certified genius with 3 PhD's? To say I'm impressed is an understatement. Anything else impressive you'd like to tell me before I totally pick your brains," you say a little shocked.

"You wanna pick my brains?," Spencer asks. You wanna laugh at the irony of such a silly question from such an intelligent man but you refrain.

"Who wouldn't?," you say incredulously. Spencer smiles shyly.

"The only other thing is that I can read 20,000 words per minute," Spencer says trying to deflect. Your jaw dropped before but it manages to unhinge a little further.

"There's a lot to get to know about you Doctor Reid,"

"I'm sure it's the same for you," Spencer replies.

"Guess we'll have to find out won't we?," you say smiling.

Damn, Spencer got lucky. Hopefully he'd get to find out soon

_____

"Reid, are you listening?," Derek's voice snaps Spencer out of his entranced state. His smiling expression snaps up to look at Derek who looks a little exasperated.

"Sorry, what was that?," Spencer asks back. Derek puts down the case file they were working on. They had just finished a case and needed to complete some paperwork before submitting it for review and to be used in court. The job was given to him and Morgan and Spencer was evidently distracted.

"Alright, kid - what is up with you? All case you've been checking your phone non-stop and spacing out, all smiles and giggles. C'mon now kid, seriously. You got a little lady at home waiting for you or is there something else I don't know about?," Derek interrogates. Spencer doesn't really know what to make of it, though it's not really in his interest to hide you, it hasn't really come up with anyone on the team yet so it was proving difficult to decide what to do. The smile on his face manages to appear again as he starts to think about you, the tips of his ears red.

"Reid," Morgan says again, with a small look of irritation.

"Her names Y/N," Spencer blurts out faster than he can't think. Derek gives him a huge grin, holding his hand out to dap Spencer up. Spencer just looks at it confused for a second before getting the memo.

"'My man," Derek says chuckling. Before Spencer can continue Prentiss, JJ, and Garcia walk in. Hotch is the only one missing, and Spencer's a little grateful.

"What are we celebrating in here you guys?," Prentiss asks first. Spencer goes to say something to move away from his sudden confession but Derek is quick to cut him off.

"Our boy genius over here got him a little lady," Derek announces. The whole team erupts in questions and Spencer wants to bury himself.

"Congratulations, Spencer!! How long have you two been dating?," Prentiss asks.

"You guys are so dramatic. It's only been two months but no first date because well..." Spencer trails off. JJ just nods her head.

"Duty calls, I'm guessing" JJ finishes. Spencer nods deflated hearing Emily draw a breath between her teeth.

"That's tough, Spence,"

Just as Spencer goes to give a response back he gets a text from you that makes his day a little better. It's a selfie of you at work, a picture your employee must've taken of you in a room full of new flower deliveries. You're giving Spencer a toothy grin as you hold a bunch of gardenias in your hand.

Y/N 🌸: *image attachment*

Gardenias// You're lovely + Secret Love <33

Spencer cannot control the way his whole face bunches up in a smile, as if there's no one else in the room with him. Everyone just looks at him surprised, Garcia giving him a side-eye.

"How can you guys trust this stranger? We don't even know who she is! I haven't even run any background checks on her," Garcia complains. Prentiss nudges her side.

"I don't know if it matters - look at how hard he's smiling over there," Prentiss says. Garcia reluctantly looks and can't help but sigh.

"Okay well he seems really happy but still! We don't even know her," she pouts.

"I'm sure we'll meet her soon," JJ snickers at Spencer's lovestruck expression. Derek leans over Spencer's shoulder and raises his brows.

"Is that her, kid?," Derek asks. Spencer nods, simply staring at the picture you sent. Derek whistles when he sees you - you're genuinely stunning and he's surprised to say the least.

"Hot mama, pretty boy - how'd you manage that?," Derek asks, dumbfounded. Emily rolls her eyes.

"C'mon Derek, I'm sure - oh wow," Emily leans over Spencer's shoulder to see you and is met with the same reaction. JJ and Garcia are quick to follow thereafter, both looking equally as surprised.

"She's..." JJ trails off. The rest of the team just nods as Spencer grins ear to ear.

Spencer 🐻: Beautiful, as always.

Spencer ignores the rest of the team as they look at each other in disbelief.

Y/N🌸: Me or the flowers, Doc?

Spencer🐻: Both, but mostly you.

"Wow, Spencer you're really -" Prentiss starts

"You're whipped, kid. I mean seriously whipped," Derek finishes, nodding in agreement. JJ can't help but smile, giving Spencer a small pat on the back.

"She seems lovely, Spencer. How'd you two meet?," JJ says. Garcia stands around looking rather suspicious. A blush creeps onto Spencer's neck as he's reminded of how you two met.

"Online," Spencer says shortly. No one decides to question it, and Spencer thanks every god he can think of.

"Have you two FaceTimed yet? How can we know she's not, I don't know - catfishing you? Or scamming you in some other cyber criminal way?," Garcia sounds distressed. Spencer gives a small smile.

"We fall asleep over FaceTime every night," Spencer admits. Penelope's expression falls, and Prentiss gives a smile.

"That is disgustingly cute," JJ says laughing.

"Okay, well - I'm still running a background check on her," Garcia says stubbornly "But, I'm happy for you,"

"Thanks Garcia," Spencer mumbles out as he texts you again.

Y/N🌸: I wanna see you, love

Spencer blushes red as he reads your message. The word love makes his whole face hot.

Spencer🐻: I can't take a selfie for my life

Y/N🌸: You're with your team aren't you? Get them to take a picture of you.

Spencer wants to fold away, not ever really being the picture type, but how could he ever deny you.

Spencer🐻: How could I ever say no to you?

"Hey guys, can one of you take a picture of me for Y/N?" Spencer asks embarrassingly red. The whole team sends him a look of surprise.

"I'll take it Spence, try not to look as uncomfortable as you do right now," JJ says. The whole team refrains from laughing as Spencer gives an awkward smile. He thanks JJ who hands him back his phone before texting you again.

Spencer🐻: *image attachment* You owe me one

Y/N🌸: you're stunning as always. hadn't seen you in so long I almost forgot what you looked like.

Spencer🐻: stunnings an interesting choice of words.

Y/N🌸: I said what I said, doc.

Spencer can't help but do a little giggle, that causes the whole team to give him a look. Morgan just shakes his head, shrugging. Emily, JJ, and Garcia just look at each other before the room draws into a subtle but comfortable silence as Spencer just smiles, totally unaware of how whipped he happened to look. He didn’t seem to mind either way.

___

"How was work?," Spencer asks over the phone, kicking his shoes off as he looks into his fridge for something to eat. He hears you sigh on the other side of the line.

"Busy today - wedding season is coming up so tons of calls for centerpiece designs and costs. It's going well though, business couldn't be better," you say, clearly tired yet content. Spencer gives a small smile and feels relieved that things are going okay for you.

"That's really good. I'm glad you're feeling alright," Spencer replies. You ease into the couch as you talk to Spencer, relaxing by the second.

"What about you, FBI man? You have an okay day?," Your voice is full of a gentle concern that Spencer appreciates.

"Yeah, just paperwork and JJ said that we shouldn't have any upcoming cases this week to be worried about so I have the weekend off," Spencer says without thought.

"Have any special plans for the weekend?," you say cheekily. Spencer, still not having caught on, shakes his head for a second.

"No, why?,"

"Hm... well - would you like to go on a date with me then Doctor Reid?," You ask, giggling. Spencer's eyes widen in realization as he facepalms for a moment.

"Wow, I didn't even think... yes - yes I would love to go on a date with you Y/N," Spencer says laughing at his own misfortune. You shake your head instinctively, but the growing smile and even further growing adoration makes it hard to sit still.

"Hey, Spencer," you say, butterflies filling your stomach.

"Yeah?"

"I really like you,"

____

Saturday comes quicker than Spencer can really understand. You told him not to worry about what the days plans would be but he can't help it. Anxiously awaiting you in front of the cafe that the two of you were supposed to meet at, in a part of town Spencer hasn't really seen before. You said that you'd lead the way and the irony isn't lost on him.

"Spencer?," Your voice is small, as you call out to what you think is Spencer Reid. Of course, you'd seen him before but to see him in person like this was still so unfamiliar. His head shoots up, eyes searching for you. He's delighted to have found you, certainly that was true as he walks towards you. Your arms envelop him in a friendly hug and he can't help but find himself sinking into. You smelled sweet, like fruit and flowers (which makes sense, the more he thinks about it)

"Lovely to finally meet you, Y/N,"

"Same goes for you, doc. Would you like to be informed of our plans for the day, or do you prefer the element of surprise?," You ask smiling. Spencer laughs at your question.

"Details would be appreciated, but I get the feeling you're not gonna give me those."

"You're right! It's a trick question, since it's a surprise. But, promise it'll be good,"

"I'll take your word for it then," Spencer says with a small smile. You hold your hand out for Spencer which he accepts, locking his hands with yours. The affection makes him feel full of warmth, as you lead him away for the day you had planned for the both of you.

___

Spencer underestimated how well you knew him. He really, really did. It's hard to explain since Spencers been on a date before but this was so profoundly different. He's a little touched, but beyond that he's just.. surprised? Every date he'd been on before this, he'd have to play the gentleman but it never seemed like the other person was interested in just him. It was always casual small-talk over dinner, or a mid-day coffee date or something else that just felt mundane but this was beyond Spencer's imagination.

The first place you took him was a bookstore - which was in Spencers mind already a winner for best date he'd ever been on. You walked inside with him and told him he had to pick up a book for you and you had to pick up a book for him and to say his heart absolutely fluttered would be an understatement. He picked up up a copy of "The Screwtape Tales," by C.S. Lewis for you, and you gave him a copy of Shel Silverstein's "Where The Sidewalk Ends." For you, you got a glimpse to see what Spencer's sense of humor was and you gave Spencer a piece of your childhood. Both equal but opposite forms of intimacy. The only thing was Spencer had to wait to read his book because it's relatively shorter than yours and he reads 20,000 words per minute.

The next place you took Spencer was an indoor butterfly garden. Does he have to explain why that's a good date? He heard you talk about all the scientific names for the different flowers and why they attract butterflies and he wasn't sure he could crush any harder on you if he tried. A particular moment sticks out to him on which a butterfly landed on your shoulders and just stayed there like it didn't want to leave. Spencer's eyes were fixated on it the whole time - and he had never wanted to be a butterfly in his life before but he figures there's a first time for everything.

The last place, where the both of you were at now was just a small coffee shop, locally owned and supported by the community here. You told Spencer that when you started up your shop, you'd come in here to work on big orders before you'd expanded enough to have employees. Spencer admires your work ethic, much more than he could ever anticipate as he sits down at a small booth, totally covering the both of you as you return to the table with a little plate of banana bread and two iced coffees. Spencer pouts as he looks up at you, watching you flash him a grin.

"I could've helped you carry this over," Spencer complains gently. You roll your eyes.

"Maybe next time doc," you say softly. You hold back your commentary often on the date, and Spencer pretends not to notice for your sake but he'd be lying if he said he didn't wanna know. You always had something sly to say but you'd kept it from him so many times now he figures it's better if he didn't ask.

Spencer looks at you as you push a plate of banana bread towards him. He looks at you with curious eyes before reading your clearly excited face and laughs. He picks up a piece and examines it, before taking a bite. If it tasted as good as it smelled then he would be more than obliged.

The involuntary moan that escapes Spencer's throat makes you choke with laughter. Shit, you weren't kidding when you said this was the best banana bread in the city. Spencer just looks up at you like he's about to cry with joy as you double over in giggles.

"I know," You say softly, taking a bite yourself eyes filling with joy "I ordered some more for us to take home - you're welcome," you say with confidence. Spencer smiles because that is genuinely thoughtful, but it was more endearing to see you pretend it wasn't. He just shakes his head, a blush arising to his face as he looks at you. You're staring at him with intent. He quirks his brow at you in question.

"I had a good time today, Spencer" You say warmly. You only called him Spencer when you were saying something affectionate and a bit serious. He gives you a toothy smile.

"I haven't been on very many dates, but this was easily the best one I'd ever been on," Spencer says honestly. You grin ear to ear, hands carefully holding Spencer across the table, running your thumb over his knuckles for a few seconds. You couldn't say for sure whether it was too soon to ask him to be your boyfriend, but you'd be damned if you said it didn't cross your mind.

Spencer was mind-numbingly unaware of what good boyfriend material he was, but beyond that - what good submissive boyfriend material he was. It was driving you nuts, but you knew this was all new for him and you didn't wanna freak him out. Even when guys say they're interested in being submissive, they're still often times uncomfortable with you being fully dominant. Dominant in public and in bed, if you will. You wanted to pay for dates, and buy him flowers, and make him feel special too - at least on the occasion. That role came naturally to you, that let me make you feel owned type affection that only a dominant person can give. It scared men off - out of relationships, and you totally got why - but you liked Spencer too much as a person to risk iit.

Spencer holds your hands together, gathering your attention. You looked at him spaced out and he gives you a look of concern.

"You okay?," Spencer asks. You nod, chewing your lip in debate of whether or not you should express your concerns. Spencer just tugs on your hand and looks at you intently.

You sigh, looking at Spencer softly.

"I'm okay I just really like you," you say a little exasperated. Spencer laughs but is filled with relief.

"I'm glad to hear that. What else is on your mind?,"

"I really like you - like in an, I want you to officially by my boyfriend way and I hope it's not too soon but I'm just, worried I guess," you say nervously. Spencer can't help the way his heart beats in his chest when he hears you say boyfriend. God did he want to be your boyfriend.

"What're you worried about?,"

"I'm worried about freaking you out. I can be a lot since I'm... you know?," You say nervously. Spencer looks at you to continue.

"I'm more than just dominant in bed, and for a lot of guys it's not their thing and that's their right but I like you so much. I really don't want that to happen if I ask you out now and you realize that it's not for you," you say in clear upset.

Spencer looks at you in disbelief. You were worried that he was gonna freak out over that? That you were too dominant for him? It feels like such a silly concern but the expression on your face tells him you're speaking from experience.

"I mean, it's all kinda new to me but, well - I do like how you treat me? It's a nice change, I can't imagine myself getting tired of it, or of you. I really like you too," Spencer tried his best to reassure you without totally embarrassing you. You smiles at Spencer but your face is still full of doubt.

"If that ever changes, I'll tell you but I'd really like to call you my girlfriend," Spencer finishes. You can't help the warmth that spreads in your stomach at the offer. You just nod, looking up at him. You stand and walk to Spencer's side of the booth, sliding in next to him, leaning your head into his shoulder for a few while seconds. You sit back up, and Spencer turns to you.

"Hey, doc," you say softly. Spencer hums in acknowledgement.

"Can I kiss you?," you ask softly. Spencer chews his lip and nods, looking down at your lip. You're wearing lipgloss and it makes them look pretty - you are so pretty to Spencer.

Kisses are their own language, Spencer figures. The way someone kisses you can tell you a lot about who they are - so, when you put your hands on the side of Spencer's face, pulling him closer to you with such care and adoration - Spencer can feel what you were referencing earlier. The word Miss rings out in his mind, the way you pay attention to him with your hands. He feels your lips press against his, slowly gliding your fingers in his hair, thumb brushing agains the side of his cheek. Your other hand rested on his inner thigh and he has to think about anything other than that not to get hard. Spencer didn't get how much he'd been thinking about touching you until you'd do with no hesitation and he lets out a small whine. You pull back and Spencer has to catch his breath.

His lashes blink up at you and you're absolutely beaming.

"You're cute baby,"

Baby? Spencer wants to cover his face when you say it. You kiss him again and he can't help but feel flush.

You were Spencer's girlfriend and then some and he couldn't be more happy.

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Baby Blues 15/?

Summary: Unable to get some time alone, Chris and Alex take Ace and Dodger to the park.

Warnings: Mature content, language, mentions of breeding kink but mostly fluff

A/N: Ace needs a Halloween costume, my inbox is open to suggestions. Maybe even a family group costume?

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9 Weeks (and 4 Days Old)

"Chris." Alex moaned, pulling on Chris's hair

"Al, you gotta be quiet." Chris whispered from between legs "You're gonna wake Ace."

"Come up here and shut me up then."

He crawled up the bed, bunching up the shirt Alex had on, and leaving kisses and soft licks on her skin. They managed to get Ace down for a nap, a much needed nap for everyone. Ace had been cranky since this morning after getting his second round of vaccines, and Alex keeping him awake in order to maintain his sleep schedule. Which had been all over the place since their date night.

Right when Alex came back from pumping, Ace woke up and stayed up for the most of the night. And every night since, Ace wouldn't sleep, and once he was asleep he'd be up again before Alex could even spell foreplay.

Just like now, Alex had her legs wrapped around Chris’s waist, undoing the button on his jeans with one hand while the other ran along the growing bulge when Ace began to wail out again. Alex never thought, as a grown woman, that she would throw a tantrum, but she was closer to one now than she’d been in years.

“Is it your turn or mine?” Chris rolled onto his back, giving up at their third attempt

“I’ll get him.” Alex slid off the bed, grabbing her pants off the floor "His sleeping has been so erratic lately, I don't know what it is."

"He doesn't want us to be alone."

"That's ridiculous."

"Watch." Chris pulled Alex down on top of him and kissed her, his hands were just about to reach her ass when Ace started to cry again "See."

"Maybe we just need to be quicker about it."

"No one is that quick. And don't you find it a little ironic that we can't do the one thing that got him here in the first place?"

Alex gave Chris a quick peck on the cheek before getting up to check on Ace. His crying stopped when Alex leaned over his crib, not a single tear in sight, kicking and stretching his arms and legs.

“Are you fake crying? Huh? You just wanna see Mama?” she cooed and picked him up, bouncing him gently in her arms “Now, I’m gonna say this nicely little man, you're interrupting my alone time with Daddy. And Mama needs some time with Daddy, so I need you to work with me.”

Ace smiled, drooling all over his fingers.

“Now when I put you down-” Alex started to lay Ace back down in the crib, but his other hand clung to her shirt and he whined. “Okay, not ready to let go yet.”

She attempted to put him down again, and got the same fussy results.

“You know, if you took a nap, you wouldn’t even know I was gone.” she carried him out the nursey and back into her bedroom, Dodger had already made his way into the room, pawing at Chris’s legs

"Oh it’s a party now.” Alex patted his head “Hey Bubba.”

Chris scratched at Dodger’s ear “You wanna go for a walk?” The pup whined and wagged his tail excitedly. “Why don’t we all go, since someone doesn’t want to take his nap.”

Chris recently discovered that he loved going to the dog park during the middle of the week. It would be fairly empty, giving Dodger ample room to run around during fetch. An added bonus was there would be no one there to bother them, and he could actually enjoy some time with just his family.

As much as he loved working, Chris was really looking forward to officially wrapping on the show and being home for a while. He could see how much Alex wanted to get back to writing, how she’d stop in the middle of doing tasks to jot something down on her phone, and Chris would be jumping at the chance to take some of the responsibilities off his wife's shoulders so she could.

Ace was asleep again by the time they actually got to the park. Chris peeked inside the stroller again, seeing Ace bundled up and already sleeping better than he had in the last few days.

“Hopefully the next one we have likes taking naps.” Chris joked, waiting for Dodger to return with the ball

“The next one?” Alex rolled her eyes “The first one is still fresh out and you're already talking about the next one?"

Chris laughed “I know Al, just thinking ahead." Dodger nearly slid into Chris's legs, dropping the ball at his feet, ready to run after it again once Chris threw it again.

"How far ahead exactly?" Alex inquired

They both had multiple conversations about kids while they were dating and engaged, Chris wanted to try for one basically ever since Alex said yes to marrying him. Alex also wanted a large family, but she wanted to enjoy the time between each kid they decided to have.

"Two years ahead?"

“How about three years? I'm aiming for Ace to be pony trained before having another one." She quickly noticed the small smile Chris tried to hide "What?"

He shrugged "Nothing, I guess I'm just looking forward to you getting pregnant again."

"Oh yeah? Thinking about fucking me into the mattress until I'm full of your cum? Keeping your cock inside me to keep any from letting out?" Alex lowered her voice, the raspy, sensual whisper caught Chris off guard

"Al, innocent ears." He gestured to the stroller but smirked "But yeah, that's exactly what I'm thinking about."

Alex stood on her toes, her lips stopping just a few inches away from Chris's. "Three years or until he's fully potty trained."

Ace was awake again, kicking at the blanket draped over the stroller. Dodger came back, this time bringing the ball to Alex. She winked at Chris before skipping off with Dodger.

"Hey Bubba, you having fun?"

Chris took Ace out, holding him so he could see Alex and Dodger running around with each other.

"Ace, you start potty training tomorrow."

#steve rogers #marvel #chris evans #100 days of productivity #fanfic #chris evans x reader #chris evans x black ofc #black reader

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nomadmilk · 5 years ago

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Why the God Isn’t Bored on Midgard - Loki x F!Reader Drabble - 9

Summary: With Ragnarok decimating Asgard, Thor and Loki and their people return to Earth searching for refuge. Everyone else has seemed to settle, except for Loki - the God of Mischief and Chaos - who isn’t willing to live the domesticated Midgard life, and getting utterly bored out of his mind… Until he discovered you.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Rated M/18+. Loki in a sex shop. Thirsty friend. Strong mentions of Dom/Sub, and bondage implications.

Author’s Note: He could have just conjured up some toys if he wanted to, right?

Here are the other parts to the series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9

Walking around the shop was good enough to stop the tremble in your legs; standing was becoming difficult since you and Loki started being more than just roommates and living together.

If you weren’t sorting out stock in the back, your leg muscles would start feeling like jelly. If you weren’t reorganizing the bra and lingerie sets on the displays, you could feel your knees start giving in. And the worst, if you weren’t doing anything at all, the dull pain of your joints would start setting off all those things at the same time.

It made you slightly flustered, as it was a constant reminder of Loki, and his stamina.

Your colleagues were suspicious. You had just finished your starting weeks, and you were working harder than they’ve ever seen you before. The manager of the day had given you a few more tasks out of your request, and you even insisted in any extra training you could do today. They doubted it was to get a promotion, since you just began working there, so they assumed it was for a needed raise.

But, little did they know what you’d been doing. It was good that they didn’t know; you knew how fast workplace gossip spreads.

On the other hand, that didn’t stop them from bombarding you with questions.

You were asked to man the till with the staff member you had grown closer with, and she had been prying you for the past fifteen minutes in between re-labelling the desk products and serving customers.

“What’s up with you?”

You were in the middle of placing some money in the till, thanking the customer with a receipt. “What do you mean what’s up with me?”

She relaxed, leaning forward on her elbows and glancing up at you by your side. “I mean, is there something wrong? You seem to be flying through the shelves today.”

“Me?” You pick up the labeller, changing its words, and placing new stickers on some mini vibrators. “I-I’m just working as normal. And, no, there’s nothing wrong… I’m just getting along with my day, y’know?”

Your legs were beginning to twitch.

Having sex with Loki felt like you had been waiting for it since he arrived in the apartment for the first time. It felt good. The whole night felt so good. You felt ridiculous when you woke up this morning, finding out that your entire lower region was shaking. Despite it all, you still had a life to live, and you couldn’t be distracted with Loki and sex, especially at work.

“You sure?” She asks.

“Yup.” You continue stamping on labels.

She looks at you, up and down. “Uh-huh.”

About to remark her nosy attitude and tone, you’re interrupted by another customer.

“Excuse me.”

Both of your eyes snap up to see Loki.

“Loki!” You gasp, dropping the labeller. Your colleague swears under her breath. “Uh – I mean – Hi, sir, how can I help you?”

His irises seem greener and more iridescent than ever as he squints at you, questioning the address. He’s dressed in his usual smart casual wear; a buttoned shirt with the collar loosened, black fitted trousers and, telling by the slight click on the ground as he shifts, his signature raven wingtips.

As always, he out dressed everyone in the room.

From the corner of your eye, you could see your colleague recover from the jump, picking up the labeller that had clattered to the ground, and shoving it away in a shelf underneath the till. She rapidly straightened up, entranced by him. When you took a quick glimpse around the store, there were a few ladies that were peering, or more so ogling, his way.

Loki knew how handsome he was already. But the awed gazes gave his smirk an egotistical accent.

You roll your eyes.

Although you were surprised by Loki’s appearance, you were confused as to why he was here at your workplace. You and him rarely see each other, intentionally or accidentally, outside of the apartment, anyway. So, what was he doing here?

As if he had read your mind, he places his basket in front of you. “May I have a bag with these?”

“Of course.” You reply. Reaching for one of the pink bags, your colleague snags one from under the desk and preps it for you. She grins widely at you, eyes flitting back and forth from both you and the tall god.

Clearing your throat, you focus on the till screen as your hand attains the first item out of the basket; lube.

“That’s a good brand.” Your colleague chimes, gulping. “…Are you Asgardian, by any chance?”

“Yes, I am.” He responds. The scanner beeps. “I’ve been told that might help ease things in a little better.”

The lube bagged, you could practically hear your colleague’s thoughts scream as she looks at you. You clench your jaw, death glares telling her to control herself.

Regardless of the annoyance, you blush slightly, knowing fully well how blessed Loki’s lower regions were, and what they were capable of.

But you wanted to remain professional, so you resumed scanning his items like the customer he was.

You pick up the next product; a restraint kit.

Heart stopping, your death glares turn to Loki. He bares his teeth, watching the glow of your embarrassment as you hesitate to read the contents.

“Wow.” Your colleague chimes in again, gawking a little at the same box. “Are you – uh – into bondage?”

Legs beginning to tremble, you try to keep them still by locking your knees. You scan the box, and it’s bagged.

Loki nods, poised. “It’s just something my darling and I are interested in exploring. She’s unsure, but I’m hoping these will win me her favour.”

Your friend was still enthusiastic. “We have novice packs, actually, if the two of you have just started? The one you got is the advanced pack – spank paddles, bed binds, and all.”

“Oh?” He glances at you. “Yes, I did see the other packs, but she did express interest in being tied up, so I thought I’d buy the pack that might, uh… Maximise the experience.”

If there was an opportunity to kick Loki, you would have taken it, but the stupid desk was in the way. He knew what he was doing; the smirk, the composure, you’d seen it before, and it was getting easier to spot it every time. Despite it all, the most infuriating thing every time, was how he could do it all with such a courteous demeanour.

Even though your sense of work ethic overrode your reactions for the time being, you were still feeling your palms and neck sweat a little. Your views on his behaviours had changed, and instead of finding them extremely aggravating, it was starting to turn you on.

“Okay.” Your friend nods, impressed. “… Would you be interested in our ‘Dom and Sub’ line?- Oh!”

A dark rosewood lingerie set was held in your hands by the hanger. Searching for the tag, you find its size before the barcode; perfect to fit you. Upon closer inspection, the set was held together by strings of red, and patches of beautifully patterned mesh.

Your eyes widen; there were cuts, providing an opening for your intimate parts.

“Do you have this in any other colour?” Loki asks, pointing at the set as you scan it.

“I think there might be more at the back.” Taking the opportunity to escape, you answer, setting the lingerie aside. “Let me just-“

“Oh, no, I’ll do it.” Your colleague winks, rubbing your shoulders and pulling you back before zipping off. “I’ll even get the matching suspenders and stockings, if you’d like?”

Loki tilts his head, approving the offer. “That would be wonderful.”

You sigh, dragging your eyes to Loki.

You lean over the counter to shout-whisper at him. “What are you doing here?”

“You wanted to know more about me, Y/N. I’m just providing you with more information.”

“Like, what?” You grab the scarlet bra and panties and shake it at him. “This doesn’t tell me anything about you. It just tells me that-… That you like this stuff.”

Loki frowns in confusion. “Yes, exactly. I thought you’d look gorgeous being ravished in it.”

Conflicting emotions of arousal and rage beckons to act on one or the other. Loki had a knack of being able to say the right thing, even if it was the wrong place and time, and still get away with it.

You let go of the garment, flopping it onto the surface.

You take a deep breath. “Loki, I-I never asked what your kinks were.”

“But I like knowing yours.” His lighthearted exterior fades, but there’s a twinkle in his gaze. “You need to stop blushing, my love. You’re giving me too many thoughts.”

Words echoing, you freeze. Your heart seemed to tremble underneath his gaze, and his velvet voice had taken yours away.

Using the back of your palms, you feel the heat of your cheeks.

Your colleague returns, hearing her footsteps behind you and being beside you again. She arranges the new colors of the garment in front of him. “Here you are.”

Like a switch, his false kind smile is back, and his laugh is refreshing. “Wow, thank you for this.”

“Okay, so the wine-reddish one you have is the ‘Little Lust Red’, but we also have this navy blue one here – it’s called ‘Baby, be my Daddy Blue’ – Or this one-“ – she surveys the tag of the third – “- it’s ‘Good girl for my Highness Green’, this one’s kind of special – it has some pearl detail, as you can see.”

Did she have to say the color names out loud?

You try to evade the conversation, concentration back on the till screen, as if it was of any importance. Your foot taps repeatedly on the tiled floor, ignoring Loki’s agonising scrutiny of the lingerie before him. You made the mistake of glancing at the pretty sets, then checking Loki, thumb pressed on his bottom lip in thought.

Loki looks at you, dressing and undressing you in them in his mind, one by one. The red would be stunning on you, although the blue had a shade of innocence on you that made it more gratifying to ruin, but the green… The string of pearls served as a replacement of cloth for your most intimate and sensitive area. And the thought of the beads brushing your clit, with it’s cold and smooth surface, was making Loki think of your warm body indulging in all the senses and stimulation he could give you.

“I’d be delighted in taking all of them, if I’m not being too greedy.” He says.

Your colleague, beaming from ear to ear, scans them for you, folding and stashing them away in the bag with the rest. “Amazing, I’ll just pop that in there for you…”

Your colleague glances at you, signalling for the total cost and receipt. On autopilot, you make the transaction with Loki, letting your colleague do most of the customer service chatting for you.

You stare at the bag in his grasp. The lingerie sets were gorgeous, and it wouldn’t take a lot of convincing on Loki’s part to make you wear them; lace was a fabric that you grew to enjoy the texture of, and their design made you curious to see how they’d frame you and your physique.

You wondered how Loki would react once he saw you in them.

“Pretty cool names, huh, Y/N?” Your colleague nudges you. “I was curious as to what he was, and I had to think it up on the spot-“

“Wait- wha-“ You blink, turning to her. “What do you mean you made them-“

She was glowing. “I wasn’t sure, but I had to know!” She peers outside the shop door, even though the God of Mischief was no longer within sight.

You follow her, trying to make sure she stays inside. “Had to know, what?”

She raises a brow at you. “He’s definitely hot, and definitely a Dom – total, total Dom! – God, I’m jealous.”

“Jealous? Why?”

“Whoever he’s screwing tonight – She is going to be spoilt rotten.”

#loki #Loki Laufeyson #loki fanfic #drabble #loki (marvel)#loki odinson #loki x reader #loki x you #Roommates #Shopping #🐄🗂TheNomaArchives

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trekchik · 5 years ago

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Sequel to this ficlet inspired by @asgardianwinchesters - thank you!

It’s been a week since The Incident at Bucky has taken to calling it in his head. The day he came home to find Neighbor Steve running across their lawns wearing only a towel. The fact that Bucky’s cat had stolen Steve’s pink panties has been a near constant thought since then.

He can’t decide if the pink panties are the only pair Steve owns and they only come out on special occasions or if they’re part of an assortment of panties that Steve indulges in frequently. Either way, Bucky can work with that, and has, as he fisted himself to completion each night this week, imagining Steve in various colors of panties.

Today, Bucky puts the last dollop of frosting on a batch of cupcakes he’s made for Steve as an apology for Alpine’s theft - and as a way to get his foot in the door. He’s made his famous chocolate cherry pie cupcakes with the stemmed maraschino cherries on top. Satisfied that they look perfect, he places them on a platter to take over to Steve’s.

As he stands on Steve’s porch, he’s suddenly nervous, worried that he’ll come across as a smart ass rather than actually sorry for what Alpine did. And he supposes that’s fair because one one hand he does feel bad for discovering Steve’s secret, but on the other, Steve in panties!

Steve answers his door dressed only in a pair of low-slung jeans and it takes all of Bucky’s willpower not to whistle at the sight of him. His eyes flick down his body and jesus, even his feet are hot.

“Hey, Bucky.” Bucky takes note that Steve both blushes and looks just over his shoulder so they don’t make eye contact.

“Hi Steve. I, uh, made cupcakes.” He holds up the platter another few inches, like Steve couldn’t see it before. “I wanted to apologize for last week. You know, the whole Alpine-panty thing.”

“Oh, my god,” Steve says, ushering Bucky into the house like he’s afraid anyone heard him. “I don’t - look. It’s okay. What’s done is done.” He shuts the door behind Bucky.

“Still. I feel bad, and I wanted to make it up to you.” He holds the cupcakes out again. Chocolate cherry pie cupcakes?”

“They look good.” Steve turns towards the kitchen. “You want some coffee?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.”

Bucky places the cupcakes on the kitchen’s center island while Steve starts the pot of coffee. There’s an uncomfortable silence between them for a few moments, Bucky leaning over the island while Steve leans against the opposite counter, when they both start talking at once.

“Does Alpine usually steal things?”

“So, panties, huh?”

Bucky laughs as Steve groans. So much for being smooth. Steve looks like he’s about to say something, but Bucky runs his finger through the frosting on one of the cupcakes and sucks it off. Steve’s eyes go comically wide and his breath hitches. Yep. Bucky’s got this in the bag.

“Bucky, I -”

“It’s okay, Steve,” he says sidling along the island’s perimeter, stopping just in front of Steve. “We all have our kinks.” He drops his voice lower to ask, “Are you wearing them now?”

Steve’s shaky breath gives him away even before he silently nods in the affirmative. “Laundry day,” he manages to croak out.

“I was hoping,” Bucky says, eyes flicking down to Steve’s mouth and what has to be the most beautiful, plush pair of DSL’s he’s ever seen. He tears his gaze away long enough to find the cupcake he put his finger in and holding it in front of him. He runs his finger through the frosting again, only this time he holds it out for Steve to take.

Steve stares at the offering, but doesn’t move. No matter. “Your loss,” Bucky says as he sucks his finger clean once more.

He plucks the cherry off the top and dangles it in front of him. “Do you like cherries?” Steve nods. Bucky laughs, tilts his head back, and drops it into his mouth, holding on to the stem. He sucks on it before pulling the stem out of his mouth. “They’re good, aren’t they?”

Steve groans at the sight in front of him, and Bucky sets the stem down on the island. He peels a little of the paper off the cupcake and holds it up for Steve to try. It takes Steve a moment to get with the program, but he does indeed take a bite of the cupcake.

“It’s good, right?” Bucky asks. Steve nods. “Oh, you’ve got a little something -” and Bucky wipes his thumb across Steve’s lower lip to catch the bit of frosting.

Bucky can see Steve snap as his hand shoots up and grabs Bucky’s. His grip is strong and he guides Bucky’s thumb into his mouth so he can lick the frosting off, staring into Bucky’s damn soul and holy hell, now it’s Bucky’s turn to groan. “Jesus, Steve.”

Bucky takes a step closer, the finger of his free hand dancing along the waistband of Steve’s jeans. He dips his finger under the material and he feels the satiny fabric of the panties. With one finger in Steve’s mouth, and another down his pants, Bucky feels his cock twitch, and now it’s his turn for his breath to hitch.

Steve pushes off the counter, meeting Bucky halfway, and finishes licking Bucky’s finger, but doesn’t release his hand. “This the game you want to play?” he asks as he kisses Bucky’s knuckles.

“Yes,” Bucky says, breathily. “God, yes.”

Steve takes the cupcake away from Bucky and places it on the counter behind him. In order to do that, however, Steve has to lean in right up against him, and pushes him against the island. Bucky can feel the outline of Steve’s hard cock through their jeans. His hands go to Steve’s hips as Steve boxes him in against the island.

“You want to see the panties?” Steve whispers in Bucky’s ear.

“Yes.” Steve rolls his hips into Bucky’s, making him groan at the friction. “Been thinking about them all week.”

“That right?” He nuzzles Bucky’s neck and Bucky’s fingers dig into Steve’s hips.

“Yeah. Came to thoughts of you wearing them.”

“Did you, now?” Bucky can only nod as Steve kisses up his neck. “Oh, sweetheart.” kiss “You’re gonna love them.” kiss “Just holding them up doesn’t do them justice.” kiss “They’re soft,” kiss “Silky,” kiss “and they frame my cock so well.” kiss “I can feel it pushing at the top of the fabric.” kiss

And with that, Bucky surges forward and captures Steve’s lips in a searing kiss. He’s waited far too long already, and even though the tables have turned on him and Steve is the one in charge now, Bucky is going to take everything he can, starting with this kiss. He opens his mouth to let Steve in and it’s the best feeling in the world now that he knows what Steve kisses like.

Steve breaks apart first and rests his forehead on Bucky’s. “Bedroom. Now.” And just like that he pulls away from Bucky, grabs his hand, and practically drags him toward the bedroom, nearly pulling Bucky off his feet in the process.

Steve shoves Bucky into the bedroom and pushes him onto the bed. As Bucky bounces on the mattress, Steve undoes his jeans and drops his pants as quickly as possible, kicking them away. The sight nearly takes Bucky’s breath away.

Steve Rogers is ridiculously good looking on a normal day, but now, standing in front of him in only a pair of pink satin panties, Steve Rogers is downright gorgeous. The panties highlight the lines of his muscles, accentuate his chest hair, and make him seem even bigger than Bucky thought he was originally.

Steve was right about the panties, though. His cock peeks out from under the waistband, already leaking precome and Bucky’s mouth waters. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” Steve says.

Bucky scrambles to obey, ripping his t-shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. He’s about to start on the buckle of his pants, but Steve is suddenly on his knees in front of him, his hands over Bucky’s, indicating that he’ll do it. Bucky lets him.

Steve makes quick work of Bucky’s belt and pants, and taps his hip to get Bucky to lift up so he can slide off his jeans, leaving him only in an obscenely tented pair of black boxer briefs. “Beautiful,” Steve says as he kisses the inside of Bucky’s thigh.

Bucky flushes at the praise, his hands going to Steve’s face to pull him up into another filthy kiss. He lays back on the bed, bringing Steve along with him, finally settling on top of him. It lines their cocks up perfectly and they each groan into the other’s mouth, relishing the friction.

A moment later, Steve starts to kiss his way down Bucky’s neck, down to his torso, taking time to lave at a nipple, lower still to his stomach, and finally to the elastic of his underwear. He’s about to pull it down when he stops and looks up at Bucky. “This okay?” he asks.

“Fuck yes.”

Steve pulls his underwear down, Bucky’s cock springing free. Bucky lifts his hips so Steve can take them off. He does and throws them over his shoulder, not caring where they land.

When Steve takes Bucky’s cock in hand, licking a stripe up from root to tip and dipping his tongue into the slit, Bucky thinks he may die just from that little bit of a touch. It’s everything and nothing like he imagined Steve would be. When Steve swallows him down, Bucky lets out an intelligent “Ungh.” And when Steve starts bobbing his head, Bucky’s hands fist the comforter to keep from fucking up into Steve’s mouth.

Turns out that Steve Rogers is a cocksucking god. The things he does with his tongue have Bucky’s hips making shallow thrusts into Steve’s mouth. Bucky can’t remember any blow jobs before this one, because it’s perfect. Steve’s mouth is hot and wet on his cock, and when it hits the back of Steve’s throat, Bucky lets out a shout.

“Fuck, Steve. I’m gonna -”

Steve pulls off with a wet pop and kisses his way back up Bucky’s torso. “Hi,” he says when he gets to Bucky’s lips.

“Hi.”

Steve rolls his hips against Bucky’s thigh, letting him feel the satin panties. Bucky grips Steve’s ass, pulling him closer. After a moment, Steve reaches down and tucks his panties under his balls and rolls so that their cocks line up. He licks his palm and takes their cocks in hand, jacking them together.

Bucky’s breath hitches at the feeling of silky skin on skin, and he grips Steve’s hair, pulling him in for yet another kiss. All too soon, though, Bucky is certain he’s going to come. He tries to stop Steve, but the man just smiles and shakes his head.

“Come for me, Buck,” he says.

Another few swipes of Steve’s hand and he does, coming all over his belly. Steve follows a few strokes later, his come mingling with Bucky’s.

“That was -” is all Bucky can get out.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees. He gets up and goes to the en suite to get a washcloth to clean them up with. He keeps the panties on. As he wipes him down, he tells Bucky, “Now, you’re gonna want to get some rest because when I fuck you in a little bit, you’re gonna need it.” He crawls back into bed and snuggles up to Bucky, wrapping his arms around him and tossing a leg over his.

As they lay there, Bucky can’t help but thank his cat.

#stucky #jini writes #writing is hard

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prouvaireafterdark · 5 years ago

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For the H/C meme: Gotta Stay Quiet To Avoid Discovery and Malex

Wasn’t sure if I wanted to write fun almost-interrupted smut or a suspenseful ‘shit we’re in enemy territory, we gotta stay quiet’ kinda fic and ended up with something that is simultaneously both and neither of those things lmao hope you like this ridiculous fic about Michael discovering he’s got a new kink.

Also, apologies in advance for grievously misappropriating a line from canon, but I couldn’t help myself

Also on AO3

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They’re walking down the hall of a top secret Project Shepherd compound that the government has no official knowledge of when Alex suddenly grabs Michael by the jacket and hauls him around a corner and into a supply closet.

“What are y—“ Michael’s startled whisper is cut off by Alex’s hand as he crowds him flat against the wall beside the door, his eyes flashing between the glowing figures on the tablet in his hand and the window looking out into the hall. Michael struggles to turn his head to get a look, but Alex only holds him tighter.

“Shh,” Alex whispers, lips brushing his ear and Michael knows they’re in danger right now, that they could be discovered at any moment and all kinds of bad things would happen then, but standing there, pressed firmly between Alex’s warm body and the cold cinderblock wall at his back, Alex’s hand cutting off any noise he could even hope to make, Michael starts to get hard.

It takes Alex a second to notice, but when he shifts his stance slightly, his leg inadvertently coming up between Michael’s thighs, there’s no mistaking the bulge at the front of Michael’s worn denim jeans. Michael flushes with shame as Alex’s eyes flash to his, wide and surprised.

Alex has been in peak “BAMF Alex Mode,” as Kyle calls it, since they got there, all business as he led the two of them on this recon mission to find out more about the compound, but Michael can see that veneer of professionalism crack just a little, his eyes hungry and predatory. Michael only gets harder under his gaze, leaking in his jeans like a teenager when he lets out the slightest whimper and Alex glares at him and presses tighter against his mouth.

Michael can hardly breathe and he’s never been so inappropriately horny in his whole fucking life. If they weren’t in enemy territory right now, he’s sure he’d already be on his knees.

Footsteps echo in the hall and Alex tears his eyes away from Michael’s to watch the screen of the tablet he’s holding with bated breath. His body is tense against him for a moment until the footsteps fade. Alex relaxes and releases Michael’s mouth, taking a step away from him.

“We need to move,” Alex says in his best Captain Manes voice. It does nothing to help Michael’s predicament like Alex probably hopes it will. “Now.”

Michael nods, not trusting his own voice and follows Alex out the door, adjusting himself in his jeans as discreetly as he can.

Twenty minutes later, when they’ve got all the hard drives Alex needs and have made it to his Jeep without tripping a single alarm, Michael finds himself shoved up against the unforgiving metal of the passenger-side door with Alex’s tongue down his throat.

“We’re getting out of here,” Alex pants when he pulls away, his lips shining in the moonlight and so so tempting, “and when we’re safe, you’re going to tell me what the fuck happened in there.”

“Think you know what happened in there,” Michael says, fingers digging into the meat of Alex’s ass to tug him closer, high off the adrenaline of their escape and having Alex in his arms.

“In the car. Now,” Alex orders with one final kiss before he leaves Michael’s arms and heads around to the driver’s side. Michael does as he’s told.

They’re fifteen miles away, the road behind them empty as far as the eye can see, before Alex has Michael call their friends on the burner phone he picked up earlier in the week.

“Hey, Alex!” Kyle calls when he picks up and there’s some rustling on the other end before Jenna Cameron’s voice filters through the speaker phone.

“Status report?”

Alex’s lips quirk up in amusement. “Package acquired, exfil in progress.”

“Good to hear it, Captain. Any hiccups we should be concerned about?”

Alex gives Michael a long, considering look that makes him flush and squirm in his seat a little. He doesn’t think Alex is angry with him, but he certainly could be. If he’d been just a little louder or less careful earlier he could have fucked up the entire mission and gotten them caught. It had taken a fair amount of convincing for Alex to let him come with him tonight and he’s suddenly worried he’s blown his chance to prove to Alex that he can be an asset, not a liability.

All in all, he really doesn’t know what he’s in for when this conversation is over.

“Captain?” Cameron asks again.

“No,” Alex says at last, and Michael releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “We’ll meet you at the bunker tomorrow morning for debrief.”

That makes Michael’s ears perk up, and Cameron’s too, by the sound of it.

“Tomorrow morning? I thought you were coming straight here.”

“Change of plans. Got something to take care of first.” Alex’s voice is nonchalant, but the look Alex is giving him tells Michael that he’s the ‘something’ that needs taking care of.

“I see,” Cameron says, and Michael doesn’t know her that well, but he thinks he hears a smile in her voice. “Well, take your time then, Captain. And tell Guerin I say ‘Hi.’”

“See ya, Cam,” Alex says and Michael hangs up the phone.

“So,” Alex starts, chancing another look at Michael before turning back to the road, “you wanna talk about it?”

“Not sure what there is to talk about,” Michael shrugs, chewing on his bottom lip a little.

“No? You got hard while we were infiltrating a Project Shepherd base,” Alex says calmly. “There were men with very large guns in the hallway and you were whimpering into my hand and rubbing yourself on my thigh. You don’t think we need to talk about that?”

“It won’t happen again, okay?” Michael rub the back of his neck. “I just got caught up in the moment, I’m sorry.”

Alex laughs suddenly and Michael’s eyes whip in his direction.

“Sweetheart, I’m not mad,” he says, reaching across the center console to rest his hand on Michael’s thigh. The calculated, professional Alex from earlier is gone and in his place is his Alex, fond as he smiles at Michael.

“You’re not?” Michael asks hesitantly.

“No, I’m not,” Alex reassures him.

“Even though I could’ve gotten us killed?”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Alex says. “It would’ve been inconvenient, sure, but I would’ve gotten us out of there. Do you really think I’d have let you come if I thought I couldn’t handle it if things went south?”

“I guess not,” Michael says. He’s not sure he’s flattered by the statement, but as long as Alex isn’t angry with him he can deal with his estimation of Michael’s field capabilities another day.

“So,” Alex continues, “you wanna tell me what was going through your mind? Was it the location, the possibility of getting caught…?”

“It wasn’t really about the guards,” Michael counters. “Definitely not about the location.”

“What was it about then?” Alex asks him, curious.

“You were practically trying to put me through the wall with your hand over my mouth,” Michael explains. “It was, um… a lot.”

The warmth of Alex’s hand feels good, and when he squeezes ever so gently, the tips of his fingers digging into the soft flesh of his inner thigh Michael can’t stop the gasp that escapes him. “That does it for you, huh? Me holding you down?”

“You do it for me,” Michael says honestly. Alex resumes petting his thigh and Michael leans further back in his seat, relaxing under his touch. “But…yeah,” he adds at last. “You caging me in like that, keeping me quiet so no one could hear… I don’t know, it just… did things to me.”

“Have you ever fantasized about it before?” he asks, stroking a little higher up. “About me holding you still and keeping you quiet while I fuck you?” Fuck Alex for trying to have this conversation at a time when Michael can’t crawl into his lap.

“Alex,” Michael moans, his thighs spreading as Alex’s insistent fingers work their way ever higher.

“You have, haven’t you?” Alex grins, sliding his hand between Michael’s legs where he’s hard and aching.

“Yeah,” Michael gasps as Alex palms him. The keeping quiet thing hasn’t crossed Michael’s mind much before today, but Alex holding him down and making him take it? For a guy with such a problem with authority figures, Michael sure does spend a lot of time thinking about Alex manhandling him.

“Tell me about it.”

“Alex,” Michael pleads. He reaches for Alex’s wrist, not sure whether he wants to pull his hand off him or grind himself harder into it. “Don’t make me say it. We’re too far from home right now and the cab of your Jeep isn’t big enough for the things I want you to do to me, so please. Ask me later.”

Alex smirks at him, but mercifully releases his grip on Michael’s cock. “Later then,” he says and turns his hand into Michael’s so he can twine their fingers together.

“Later,” Michael promises, smiling when Alex lifts their joined hands to press a kiss to Michael’s knuckles. Michael has a feeling Alex is going to wreck him later tonight, but, well, if anyone’s going to destroy him, it might as well be Alex.

#malex fic #michael guerin #alex manes #rowell new mexico #my fic #lmao idk what tf this is guys but i hope you like it #and thank for the prompt!#aewriting

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florrickandassociates · 5 years ago

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TGF Thoughts: 4x04-- The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It

The gang doesn’t like being satirized and I don’t like this episode.

No episode needs to be 57 minutes long. Is it possible that seeing the runtime put me in a bad mood before watching this episode? Absolutely.

Bianca is still trying to get Lucca to take a week off and come play on the beach. This is weird, right?

She’s using a drone to take a selfie which… yikes. Bianca asks what Lucca has in Chicago to match the beach. Lucca takes a look out the window and instead of seeing FakeChicago, she sees a window washer’s ass crack. Lucca protests that she has work in Chicago and can’t leave (are we going to mention her baby?). Before Bianca can ask more questions, David Lee calls Lucca into a meeting.

A former client who says he’s been “bouncing from one [firm] to the other” (which sort of explains why David Lee and Lucca would both have experience with this client who was at RBL a year ago?) is angry because he’s being defamed by a new play. He says his divorce is in the play and wants to sue.

Lucca ChumHums the playwright and recognizes him as a former associate. She brings the case to Adrian’s attention. Before Adrian understands that confidential info made it into the play, he talks about how you shouldn’t give satire oxygen because it will just go away. Easier said than done, huh, Adrian?

They DID actually fire Alan North for drug use last year. We never saw the actor but his firing was referenced as precedent for firing Maia. Thanks Alan, I guess?

(Right, I used to spend most of these recaps complaining about Maia! It is very nice not to be doing that anymore.)

Adrian jumps into the case to prevent the client from suing RBL.

We have to see the scene that ended the last episode again. That’s a little clumsy. Maybe trim the stuff we’ve already seen in an episode that’s this long?

How does Jay POSSIBLY know that one specific dude up at STRL is blocking Diane from searching “What is Memo 618” on Bar-Swarm? I have questions.

Diane immediately heads upstairs to ask this dude about Memo 618. Jay wonders if that’s smart and Diane doesn’t care. As I said to an anon earlier, I feel like now is the time to get a journalist on the case.

Even though Diane storms upstairs uninvited, she’s told “they’re waiting for you.” Creepy.

Diane meets a lot of people, including Bryan Kneef (of internet blocking fame) and a dude who won’t stop hiccuping.

Oh GOD are we going to have to hear one of these stupid stories from Mr. Firth in every single episode? No fucking wonder this episode is so long.

Bryan is mad at Diane for poaching his clients. Diane has no idea what he’s talking about. Diane seems to know that her investigator is checking his clients to figure out why he’s blocking her internet. Does Diane actually know Jay is investigating his clients? Or is she just assuming that’s how he found out who was doing the blocking? Because literally as soon as Diane heard Kneef’s name she ran upstairs; there would be no time for her or Jay to begin looking into his clients.

Mr. Firth asks for Diane not to steal Kneef’s clients and Kneef not to block Diane’s internet access. They agree, but it’s clear neither of them are going to stop doing what they were doing.

Jay discovers that one of Kneef’s cases disappeared… when he was losing.

Oh, Caleb’s last name is Garlin, not Garland. Noted. Also, I think I mistakenly said STRL was British a few weeks ago. It doesn’t appear to be.

Marissa bothers Caleb again and asks him to tell her a joke. He does, but she’s unimpressed.

Caleb has a photographic memory. I like Caleb so far. I feel like he’s kind of what they wanted Finn to be-- a charming good guy. But we’ll see; it’s early yet.

Caleb gives Diane the number of a legal code the judge needed to review. In a sequence that goes on 30 seconds too long, Diane discovers this code redirects to another code, which redirects right back endlessly. Fun!

When Diane goes to check a physical book, she discovers all the legal books are fake. Sounds about right.

Ah, this terrible attorney who hits on young women is back because of reasons related to the other case that disappeared. Marissa is now helping Diane with her 618 quest, maybe because she’s met this creep before?

Diane offers to represent him (he’s being sued for doing a shitty job on disappearing case).

Meanwhile, Adrian and Charlotte go to see “Cocksucker in Chains”, which turns out to be about an African American firm populated by characters who are clearly supposed to be the RBL partners. Julius narrates the play, Adrian likes to be dominated by the Diane character while roleplaying a slave to Diane’s dominatrix (yikes), etc. Adrian is named “Aiden” and Diane is “Dana”. This seems like a good time to remind you all of the original TGW character names from the Pilot outline: Alicia Follick, David Follick (and David Follick Jr.!!!), Dawna Lockhart, and Will Garvin.

The first time through, I was appreciative (and shocked) we got so few scenes from the play. Usually if the Kings have a device like this, we tend to get… more of the device than is necessary. Y’all know how this one turns out.

This play, from what we see of it, looks kind of terrible. That said, I think it’s SUPER realistic, and interesting, that a low-level black associate would see all the white people coming into the firm as “dominating” a black man who gets off on being submissive. I don’t think that’s an accurate characterization of Adrian’s actions but if you don’t know his reasoning or how things played out, it absolutely could seem like Diane has all the power. And I imagine that young, idealistic lawyers who signed on to work at a firm that was proudly all-black would not have been thrilled by Diane’s sudden appearance and all of the changes that followed. Remember how in season one RBL had things it stood for and then Barbara left and then all it stood for was money?

Relatedly, remember that little throwaway line about how Barbara donated MORE money to HRC than Diane Lockhart did? Heh.

Adrian, as the episode title indicates, DOES NOT LIKE BEING SATIRIZED and tells Lucca they need to shut the play down. That escalated quickly.

Please explain to me how I accidentally memorized the name of the actor playing Kovac but didn’t memorize the character’s name.

Diane tells Liz and Adrian about her latest Memo 618 adventure and Adrian keeps asking why this matters. “I’m not asking for your permission; I’m just filling you in,” Diane notes. “Maybe you should be asking for our permission,” Adrian counters because he does not want to be dominated by Diane. “Maybe. But I’m not,” she responds.

Liz thinks that Adrian acted weirdly. Adrian explains he doesn’t like how Diane insinuates she can overrule them. Liz has no idea what Adrian is talking about. So he explains the play. Liz still doesn’t think it’s a big deal and asks to take it over.

She then gets Caleb involved-- I guess Lucca is just done working now? Okay? It was nice to have Lucca scenes in this episode while it lasted!!!

Liz and Caleb go to see the play and now we get to see the scenes where Liz is satirized. Fake Liz sings, because of COURSE they are going to have the FAKE version of her sing. Her song is about how her daddy is a sexual predator. It’s quite upsetting.

Liz and Caleb stay for a Q&A in which the playwright says the client in the play was “based on” (not “inspired by”). (Actually this happens after my second bullet but meh)

Then there’s a white woman who goes on a rant that feels too ridiculous to be true but apparently it’s lifted almost verbatim from an actual incident that happened at a Slave Play Q&A (I am not New York enough to have gotten the reference without the internet’s help).

Monica is back! Yay Monica! Nikki just needs to show up on Evil next season and she’ll have been on every Kings show.

Blah blah 618 blah blah. I don’t dislike this arc but I don’t have much to say about it. Like, I get it, corporations are powerful and the law is fake and this is a way of commenting on the insanity of the world while backing away from the politics. But other than saying that and enjoying the twists and turns… I don’t have anything to add.

Man, I miss character based drama. That’s not a criticism of the show, but this recap format is way less interesting (to write, and probably to read) when I don’t have anything to sink my teeth into.

Adrian doesn’t want to settle because now Adrian is mad. The client gets what he wants and Adrian insists they keep going. I mean, if the episode stopped now it would be a reasonable, even short, episode, and we’ve got fifty seven whole minutes to fill..

Liz is also on board to prolong the case. Lucca, who actually has perspective, tells Adrian he’s not acting in the client’s best interest. Adrian denies it. LOL, sure.

At this exact moment Lucca receives (and looks at) a text from Bianca, who is still pursuing her. Tempting.

Liz asks Marissa if she’s heard of Cocksucker in Chains. She has, and she is getting a “gang” together to go see it, because of course she is.

David Lee enjoys the play. Diane and Kurt, less so. Julius and his wife do not like it at all. Also apparently we HAD seen Julius’s wife before and I somehow FORGOT?????

Play!Julius monologuing about justice makes Real!Julius reevaluate his decisions.

Then we get into this weird Diane and Kurt sex plot that is kind of about the idea of problematic kinks (like getting off on watching a fake version of your white wife whip a black man) but is mostly just an excuse for fanservice in the form of Christine Baranski in sexy get-ups. She’s got an amazing figure, but does that alone justify this subplot? (I say no.)

(Also I’d be way more invested in a plotline about McHart’s sex life if it didn’t begin and conclude in the back half of a single episode. It’s sparked by the play-- not any ongoing issues-- and concludes in a cute way so to me it is… nothing.)

Marissa goes undercover as a playwright. Everyone in the group dislikes the writer of Cocksucker in Chains… a lot. They hand over the drafts easily.

Liz and Caleb spend a late night reading smut said by fake Liz in an early draft script to each other. Over it already. I was never a fan of boss/employee plots, and in this era, with this character who has SO MUCH potential but never really gets plotlines of her own, I have zero patience for this bullshit. Liz deserves better.

What really confuses me is that somehow Liz/Caleb is supposed to be about… investigating what interracial relationships are like???? If they’re so insistent on showing this can’t they… do something other than this? Random stranger at a bar?

I do not like this thing that is happening to Liz where whenever she gets a plot of her own it’s about fucking someone she shouldn’t be fucking. I haven’t forgotten what the writers did to Geneva Pine in late season seven for LITERALLY NO REASON.

Liz would not flirt with an employee. Like, just stop. Liz has spent the last year coming to terms with her father being a serial assailant and we are going to deal with that by… having her make eyes at Caleb? That is not interesting or complicated.

And, tbh, it’s especially insulting to Liz when none of this feels motivated in character and ALL of it feels motivated in “we need a sexy forbidden romance so we can explore themes.” Get this plot away from Liz.

This episode is too long, in case I haven’t already said that enough times.

And now the scene in which Bryan Kneef, the latest Rebel Dude Lawyer, says the word “ass” many times. I repeat: this episode is too long.

Mr. Firth talks to Diane about pursuing 618. I don’t understand Mr. Firth’s deal. Why does he let Diane continue? Is he just a person who happens to be powerful who is actually trying to do a fair job and be understanding? This show just doesn’t have characters like that so you see why I am skeptical.

Again with the window washers. Of all the symbols of the problems with office life, this one?! (It plays especially poorly right now-- I wish that my biggest problem with my workspace was that there are people cleaning the windows to make my view nicer and not, you know, that my current workspace is my bedroom.)

Firth goes to see Lucca next. Lucca says she doesn’t like her new standing desk. Wait. They got desks that are standing ONLY without consulting the employees?

This scene is succeeding in making me miss the standing desk that I’ve only ever used as a standing desk, like, twice.

No one on this show has a monitor at their desk. I wonder if that’s true to life for law firms.

Now Bianca has found a way to make it part of Lucca’s JOB to come hang out at the beach and this is making me uncomfortable. Firth tells Lucca to go, even though Lucca shares her concern that Bianca just wants a friend. Firth somehow has a similar story to share and tells Lucca “the rich are not like us.” K. Sure. Maybe we can get away with calling Lucca well-off instead of rich but Firth? Rich. Maybe not ultra wealthy but dude is rich.

SERIOUSLY what is with the window washers?

Enjoy this scene of Diane the dominatrix, fans. It’s here for you.

(I don’t mean that snarkily against fans. I mean that snarkily against the show.)

The stock footage clip with the moon over Chicago is one of the more interesting stock footage clips I’ve seen the show use (plus it actually looks like the neighborhood Diane would live in!)

Oh I am just so thrilled that at the 44 minute mark, we are starting to do a series of unnecessary scenes in which the characters converse with their actor counterparts. What a good use of time.

And the sad thing is that I should like this device… but I don’t. None of this is actually building up the characters for me? How invested can I be in Diane and Kurt’s sex life problems when I’ve known about them for less than half of the episode? How interested can I be in deconstructing

And I don’t need a scene of Julius debating if he should be honest or not, because the scene of him watching the play was enough to make me understand he’s having doubts about complying with 618.

And you know what I REALLY, TRULY, DO NOT NEED? ALL OF THIS ATROCIOUS LIZ/CALEB PLOT.

Why is Play Liz so horny? What about Real Liz made the playwright write Liz to be like this? And if it’s not accurate, why is it getting under Liz’s skin like this? I get the Diane one because it was a turn-on and it makes Diane wonder about dominating (outside of the bedroom, too). I get the Adrian one because I mean holy shit that’s a big claim to make. And I get the Julius one because Julius loves to be the voice of reason/hear his own voice and feels like a hypocrite. But Liz? What the fuck is this nonsense?

Liz saying “I’m his boss” and talking about HR does not excuse the fact that we are pretending a boss/employee romance is a good plotline in 2020. And I’m so confused about why THIS is the way they are choosing to explore an interracial relationship.

I have watched TV shows before so obviously as soon as I saw Liz get on the elevator, I knew from the fact that we were watching her leave… she wasn’t going to leave. She was going to go and fuck her employee. Great writing guys.

This also managed to remind me of all my anger at the Red Team Blue Team Willicia kiss (they previewed it as a sneak peak and I was excited that it it didn’t end with them kissing because that’s so cliche… then I watched the episode and I’m still furious about it in season four of the spinoff.) so thanks for that too, writers.

Why is Fake Liz’s stupid song so goddamn long?

“Oh God help me,” Liz says as she knowingly goes to make an incredibly stupid decision I have NOT A SINGLE REASON to believe she would make. But this is The Good Fight, and on The Good Fight we care about plot more than characters.

(Oh. I am in a bad mood.)

The client wants out of the suit because… I mean, duh? He got what he wanted and this should have stopped at like the 20 minute mark?

If I never had to see another one of these “boss and employee awkwardly talk in the office about how it’s nbd they fucked last night” scenes again I would be OVER THE MOON. I watched all of Willicia and I will rewatch all of Willicia, is that not enough?!

I do like Caleb so far, but man, that just makes this worse! I like Caleb and I like Liz and maybe I could even like them together but I am so furious they’re doing the boss/employee thing it just makes me sad to see this happen to characters I like.

Diane is now circling the word “ass” in transcripts of the deposition, but the suit’s been dropped because the suit was settled for 1.8 million. (I am sure that’s a lot to the victim and absolutely nothing to the corporation.)

Also Kovac brings Diane a bird because WE LOVE WACKINESS ON THE GOOD FIGHT.

And now for a scene in which a mysterious visitor gives Kurt a warning to stop Diane from pursuing something dangerous. I thought we were done with this. This shit is what I hated about the Book Club arc in season three: the stakes got too high for me to take it seriously. They run the risk of doing the same with Memo 618. Keep it small scale.

Kurt tells Diane about his visitor, and Kurt and Diane both recognize that this is similar to what happened last year, so at least there’s continuity.

Diane says this isn’t about politics. I mean. Not overtly. But that’s the point. This whole arc is a thinly veiled way of exploring how the legal system breaks down when there’s no enforcement, and lack of enforcement is tied to politics, so… is this really as apolitical as Diane wants it to seem? Certainly it’s less political than Book Club but I don’t think a radical group should be the benchmark.

Diane promises she’ll drop 618, then gets an idea to spice up her sex life by modifying her dominatrix costume into a sexy cowgirl costume. (Diane is not going to drop 618. This is episode 4.)

Did Diane just grab a gun from the bathroom? Why are there guns in the bathroom? I guess it makes sense if she was planning this.

Oh and that’s the end of the episode!!! I DID IT!!!! I MADE IT THROUGH HIS EPISODE A SECOND TIME!

#the good fight #tgfthoughts

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hobiheavenly · 6 years ago

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The Missing Piece

✧ Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

✧ One shot, Fluff so sweet it can cause cavities, Smut, Boyfriend AU

✧ Warnings: fairly vanilla sex, oral sex (female receiving), praise kink, fingering, spanking, multiple orgasms, Jimin’s big ass dick

✧ Word Count: 5.5K

✧ Summary: Going out with your very adorable boyfriend seemed like a dream come true but there was still no sex between the both of you. You were determined to change that and finally confront your boyfriend about it but things don’t go as planned.

✧ A/N: I might have made Jimin way too sweet but honesty he’s a honey baby and I believe he’s the sweetest boyfriend! My intention was to get this out for Valentine’s Day but I unfortunately life throws curveballs but enjoy either way!

Happiness is one form of fulfilment. Or at least that's what you though. You were currently in a relationship, a very happy relationship to be exact. Even when at first it had been difficult to get the courage to express your feelings openly to him, that struggle was finally over and you were completely and utterly happy.

One problem. Your boyfriend has never had sex with you.

Park Jimin isn't the type of guy you tell straight up that you want sex. At least not without having you self combust out of embarrassment. He is kind and caring, sweet and an amazing kisser. You would always compare his kisses to ecstasy. For a while you were happy with the current situation you lived with your boyfriend. The two of you did things most couples did: hug a lot, go out on dates, talk a lot to each other, cuddle while watching movies at his house, say cute nicknames when people aren't looking, and of course the make out sessions. OH THE MAKE OUT SESSIONS! Those were you favorite moments of pure delight. You always looked forward to kissing Jimin a lot, reason why you always had her strawberry lip gloss with you at all times since it was his favorite flavor and made him more prone to kiss you when you smelled like that. And you loved kissing him till they were out of breath. Until it came to the point where that wasn’t enough. There was a sudden….need. A sudden want. Kisses were starting to seem like child's play. You wanted more!

Of course you could never sum up the courage to tell Jimin to make love to you. You barely summed up the courage to even tell him you loved him!

First time you both met it had been in the most ridiculous of ways, something that would prevail throughout the rest of your relationship. You felt lucky Jimin even considered going out with you despite the horrible first impression you tried to give that one sunny day while you were both in last year of college.

Normally you are a very cool and collected person who always loves to have everything in control but when it came to Jimin you always lost your senses. You became a total clutz and always did something completely embarrassing in front of him. The first time you ever saw him, you accidentally spilled coffee on him, the second time you bumped into a tree, the third time you tripped and slid on the freshly waxed floor of the campus hallway. Didn’t take you long to discover who he was, what his itinerary was and even tried to be in the same classes in college just to see him. Jimin was like an angel sent from heaven and you adored him as time went by. Finally there came a day you confessed your feelings…..but it wasn't quite as you planned it to be…

*************Flashback****************

You were sitting in the bench waiting for Jimin to come out of his World History class. You wanted to dress to impress this man, throwing the most classic bad girl look, with her skinny jeans, a white t shirt, your favorite black leather jacket and black boots with heels. You wanted to look sexy and fierce but just a touch of cute so you wouldn’t scare him away so you add a bow on your hair which was placed in a high ponytail. Makeup was cute and you made sure to smell nice. Yes! You were decided to go forth and face your dream man!

"Okay ____ you can do this!" You said to herself "You are a sexy stallion charging to her objecting…..WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY TO MYSELF!?" You palmed you face to check if you were okay but then the door opened, "Focus ___! Oh…wait…he's coming! Quick, act cool!"

Acting cool meant to stand tall and placing your body close to the wall. The original plan was to stand that way, wait for Jimin to come out and you would spring forth saying "Hey sweet thing, you look like you need a bad girl in your life. Fortunately I, ____ , can help you with that, wanna go out with me?" Or at least that was what you wanted. Instead the outcome was a little different.

You got off the wall and calmly went to search for Jimin. Just as you were about to speak, a guy from Jimin’s class by the name of Jeon Jungkook accidentally pushed you. And just like that, you went rolling forward falling in front of your crush once more but this time was even worse. Your heels were no good in this situation getting stuck on a crack on the floor, causing you to twist your foot and went falling down, but luckily this time Jimin catched you just as you were falling.

"I know I am going to sound like a dork but I have to say this" Jimin said holding you, "I really must have you falling for me huh?"

You blushed intensely and laughed with the most nervous laugh you had ever had in your life. Jimin was a dork but you adored that about him. He softly lifted you and helped you get to a bench to help your damaged foot.

"I…I'm….I'm…." You could barely talk, he was so close! She could smell his scent, that of soap and wind. It was a weird and fitting combination.

"You're _____" He laughed "Yeah I know who you are. But…but please don't think I'm a stalker….I'm….I'm just….I have seen you and….."

"I'm….I'm….I'm ____" you kept mumbling, "And…and I wanna….you look like….you wanna go out with me…"

You meant to say it as a question but the way you said it sounded as thought you were actually stating that he wanted to date you, which made Jimin blush a lot.

"Am I that obvious?" he scratched his head and chuckled a nervous laugh.

"Wait….You wanna go out with me?" You asked confused. WAIT? The seduction technique worked?

"Yeah….I was going to ask you out sooner but it's just…You're so beautiful and I was really really nervous! I mean you look so cool and I'm no way as cool as you."

"Are you crazy? I was going to ask YOU out! But how?….when?….HAH!?”

Jimin laughed and smiled with a cute radiating smile that just made you squeal inside.

"I fell for you when I first saw you in the cafeteria. You were wearing such a hot outfit, you came in like the queen of the place and automatically I thought that you were the most attractive girl I had ever seen. I know I'm sounding so corny and I'm sorry…."

"Don't be" you interrupted him, "I fell for you that day too. I thought you looked so handsome and smart and just…I can't even begin to describe it"

"So it's settled, would you like to go out on a date with me Ms. ______?"

"I would love to Mr. Jimin" you smiled widely.

**********ends flashback*************

And ever since then you became inseparable. So much so that you saw him every time you could. You both either had a date somewhere, or one would go the others houses going back and forth from one apartment to another. It was like being on cloud nine, a cute angelical and dorky cloud nine. By now you have been in a relationship for a year and you both decided it was time to live together and continue with your working lives. You adored Jimin more day by day and life without him was unthinkable. But then why was there a need for more? You didn't want to ruin the relationship you already had, it was great as it was. But you needed to feel him closer to you. "More!" Your mind screamed, "MORE!"

One day you were jogging and blasting your playlist to you favorite music when by chance you found your old friend from college, Park Sunyoung.

"It's good to see you're okay, Sunyoung! Haven't seen you since we left college, Me with Jimin and you with Namjoon. How is that crab loving idiot anyways?" You joked.

"He's doing great!" she smiled ignoring the playful remark made to her lover, "We are finally together and life is becoming quite…exciting!"

"Wow! Jimin and I moved in together as well! Sounds like we're both sharing a same fate."

"Oh so you understand what it's like" Sunyoung giggled, "Living with Joonie is quite a change. What with sharing meals, things, sharing a bed."

"Yeah! It's kind of weird at first but you get used to it. It's really worth it when you two are finally alone and just being close."

"Tell me about it! Joonie doesn't even leave my side. And well we are a woman and a man. To be honest being with him is like a whole new experience"

"What do you mean by you're a woman and a man?" You looked at her confused.

"Oh…you know….we're together….in a same bed… in the same house… lots of things happen"

You finally noticed and opened you eyes wide like a plate.

"You do IT with Namjoon!?"

"But of course. Ever since college. But now that we live together it's been constant. I….I can't make him stop!" Sunyoung placed her hands on her cheeks to hide her blushing, "I can't resist him….I just adore his rouge physique"

"STOP STOP STOOOOOP! I don't want to know about your sex life with Namjoon! That's gonna leave serious scars in my mind"

"Oh stop it like you haven't done the same with Jimin!" Sunyoung blushed.

"Well….um…Yeah! Jimin and I do it all the time" you lied. You didn't need Sunyoung and Namjoon knowing Jimin had not once tried to even attempted to try to get you to do it. "He's fierce! Leave's me so satisfied"

Your voice sounded kind of exaggerated as you said those words. You looked away and tried to change the subject as quick as she could.

"So yeah anyways! Umm…I'm glad I got to see you! I have to go. Jimin’s waiting at home! Hope to see you soon! BYEE!" You started jogging fast towards your apartment.

It was almost unbelievable what you were thinking. You lied to your best friend since freshman year about your sex life! But if you had said anything to the contrary Sunyoung would have told Namjoon all about it and that was likely to spread a wildfire. DAMN IT! You needed a plan and fast! How does one even seduce a man? You had never even done it with a man. Normally because of your attitude people always thought you were an experienced girl but truth be told you were still a beginner when it came to sex. All you knew was how to kiss and how to touch his chest. You needed a plan to make Jimin realize that he was living with a WOMAN and this woman was in a need for her man!

The next day you had gone out shopping and had made plans for a romantic dinner. You cooked him dinner, set a table with candles, made the room smell like vanilla and prepared you weapons for seduction. The game was set and all you needed was the centerpiece, your lovely boyfriend.

Jimin came home from a long day of work, hoping for some rest and quiet and as he entered the room he saw his girlfriend standing in front of the table wearing a hot strapless red dress that went all the way to the middle of your thigh and black heels. Your hair was let loose and you were blushing like crazy which made you look cuter Jimin’s eyes.

"What….what's with this?" Jimin asked confused and excited at the same time.

"I…I wanted to give you a surprise. We never did celebrate our moving in here situation. So I thought it would be nice to have a romantic dinner just the two of us." You smiled timidly.

Jimin had a feeling that he quickly oppressed in his mind. Having you standing there looking at him as if waiting for an answer and all he could think of was devouring your lips. But he wasn't like that. He needed to be calm, collected. For your sake he must not let out his true feelings. What if you get scared of what he truly wants to do to you? Even with your tough exterior, in his mind you were cute and innocent in a way. That's one of the many things he adored of you. But if he ever let out the sudden need he always felt for you whenever you kissed you would be scared of him and maybe run away. And right now in this phase of their relationship he wanted and needed you to be by his side always.

"So…..?" You said snapping Jimin out of his thoughts.

"It's awesome honey! I'm really honored" he smiled.

DARN IT! No reaction! Just his usual smile! You needed to make more moves! Jimin was going to fall for you if it was the last thing you ever did in your life!

Both of you sat down in the nicely arranged table and immediately Jimin tried to make sweet conversation about his daily routine. You loved listening to his stories about work because he always had something funny to tell. You just laughed all the time and threw your head back revealing you neck in the most seductive way. Jimin gulped audibly as you were still laughing not noticing his reactions “DOES THIS WOMAN NOT KNOW HOW SEXY SHE IS!?” He thought. You were going to be the end of him for sure. As the conversation and the dinner went on, you both talked calmly as you usually did but the tension was in the air.

"I'm going to go bring dessert" you said as you got up and walked into the kitchen. Jimin sighed in relief but that relief was only brief. He was going to lose it and soon. The way you move your hips as you walked and the smell of your perfume that came from you body and long flowing hair that touched your white silky skin. He used all the self-restrain he could possibly contain and tried to smile tenderly as you came back with chocolate fondue and strawberries. “I think a great dinner should have a lovely desert! You wanna try them?" you ask innocently, knowing well the situation you were creating was far from that.

"Yeah! I’m sure it tastes delicious!" Jimin smiled as he grabbed a strawberry and dipped it in chocolate. “Wow, that’s so good!”

"I wanted something different for this occasion, can I try some of yours?" You asked, opening your lips slightly expecting him to feed you. Jimin grabbed another strawberry and dipped it in the chocolate as he carefully placed it in your mouth but a drip of chocolate accidentally fell on your cleavage. "Woops"

Jimin felt he was done for.

Worse, he was horny as fuck!

The internal good side of Jimin kept telling him to maintain calm and posture but the internal demon yelled him to kiss you and make you scream in pleasure as he licked all the chocolate from your body. Rationality won in this case and just exhaled as he grabbed a napkin to clean you gently.

"I'm sorry, ____! I….I can clean it for you" he started cleaning you cleavage but had not analyzed the implication that would involve cleaning you would also mean touching your skin. His cheeks turn pink as he nervously tries to avoid the gaze of your eyes focusing on your skin. You felt the graze of his fingers in the lightest way making you close your eyes and just sighed. You were so close to one another. The tension was rising. He had you there, your eyes closed as if waiting for him to kiss you. He got closer and closer…feeling her breath and smelling your perfume. You were so close….

"Jimin I…" You opened her eyes and instinctively moved bumping you head with his accidentally, "OWW! I'M SO SORRY!"

"It's okay" he rubbed his head. That was a close call. He needed to calm down. He needed a cold shower. He needed to….

"Kiss me" you said softly.

"Huh?" Jimin blinked surprised at your sudden command.

"Kiss me…..please….kiss me" you pleaded with a soft sexy voice. This was too much for him. He slowly got closer and kissed you softly on your lips, kissing you gently and tenderly. You grabbed his cheek, his hand still in your chest as you tilted your head giving more space to deepen the kiss. It didn’t take long for the innocence to be forgotten replaced by the sudden need of each other. Each kiss was intensifying your need and it was beginning to hurt how much you wanted each other.

"We…we can't" Jimin mumbled between kisses and suddenly stopped you, "We...can't"

"Why?" You mumbled against his lips. The overwhelming haze leaving you disoriented and confused at what he was saying.

"I….I need to think….I need to breathe for a sec"

He breathed heavily, catching his breath from all the kissing. But you couldn’t afford to let him straighten his thoughts, one false move and we go back to square one. It was time for action.

You grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom where you continued the make out session initiated at the dinner table. Normally you weren’t like this. You would be very nervous to even seduce Jimin but you were just about done with all of this sexual tension and just decided to move by instinct. You began to slowly start unzipping you dress and letting it slowly fall down revealing your matching black lace bra and panties you had recently acquired for him. His surprise visible in his gaze as he looked you up and down and pushed him to the bed and you got on top of him.

You kissed Jimin deeply once again and felt how he was just as turned on as you were. He wanted to touch your skin, and he did. He grabbed you by the waist tracing his fingers upwards and back down again in a slow movement that’s cause you to moan against his lips when he came close to touching your chest. God help him that moan just caused his already intense hard on to fucking pulse in his pants.

But the moan was also a trigger in his mind. He needed to come back to reality. He needed to stop. So he just looked to the side and stopped kissing you.

"Why? Why do you stop?" You asked confused.

"We need to stop" He said still looking away from you, averting your gaze.

That was the last straw. After all the effort you had put into this you were at your wits end. You have never felt rejected by Jimin but somehow the fact that he didn’t want to even look at you was hurtful enough to understand that you had failed.

"I understand...I must be really bad at this" You sighed and covered your face, "I'm really that bad at seducing my own boyfriend! I mean I'm so disgusting you won't even look at me"

Jimin felt like he had been hit by a dagger in his heart. That was not it at all. God if only you knew!

"NO! of course not ____! It's not that!" he said softly.

"I'm doing my best to try to make you desire me! I tried all I know and it wasn't even easy to take off my clothes in front of you like this. I was afraid you'd reject me and my fears were confirmed. I guess I'm not good at seducing you" your voice was starting to crack and tears were forming in your eyes. Dejected, you get up from the bed leaving a very sad Jimin lying there. His clothes a mess after all the intense scene. You picked up you dress from the floor and turned one last time to face him "Just forget about all of this. I….I just…I'm just no good"

"_____ it's not that!" he insisted.

"Well then what is it?" You exclaimed crying "I tried everything I could. I wanted to touch you and be touched by you! I need you close to me. I thought we could finally move a step closer and you don't even want me! I'M A WOMAN TOO! I WANT TO FUCK YOU GODDAMIT! And now I've ruined it because of this stupid impulse now you don't want me anymore and…."

You were interrupted by a fierce pair of lips whom belonged to your boyfriend who kissed you passionately. Your eyes let the tears fall a little more and even though there was a sort of resistance at first Jimin held you tightly next to him. Nowhere to go but his arms. Your dress fell on the floor once more and he kept holding you tenderly. You kept cried as you reciprocated his hug causing Jimin to start stroking your hair.

"I'm so sorry _____. I….didn't want you to feel this way. I tried to prevent this from happening”

"Because you don't want me"

"BECAUSE I WANT TO FUCK YOU SO BAD!" you opened your eyes widely as you looked at him in an utter state of confusion "Yeah I desire you with all my body and heart! There have been countless amount of times I have wanted to just bend you over and make you cum and scream my name till you forget everything you know and only think of the pleasure I’m giving you. But I don't want to hurt you and I don't want you to be afraid of me."

"Why would I be afraid of you?" You asked.

"Because once I take you, and make you mine, I'm afraid I'm going to want more and more and more and I am going to become this sexual beast. I just….I don't want you to be afraid of me because I seriously yearn for you!"

"You're an idiot!" You cried hugging him and hiding your face in his chest.

"It's okay honey! I deserve to be called an idiot and more from you because I have let my guard down and hurt you….."

"SHUT UP JIMIN! Have you ever thought for a second that maybe I want you to fuck me again and again? I love you! I love you with all my heart and I want to have you near me and feel you inside and be one." You started giggling out of the absurdity of the situation, "You know I was afraid of that too, afraid that I might lose control and become a sex addict for you and that would scare you away or that my kinks were too intense for someone as adorable and loving as you"

"Really?" Jimin opened his eyes wide. “Because if we’re talking kinks I have many in mind”

"Yes! I love you Park Jimin and if I become a sex addict I shall become addicted to you. You are all I need" you said and suddenly laughed "I sounded so corny didn't I?"

"A little" he laughed too "but I love you when you're corny, even with the serious tough girl facade you try to pull I love that you can be your cute self with me. I love you ____, I love every single fiber of you."

You blushed wildly causing your face to be full on red. Jimin was an angel but he had a dark side to him and she adored him even more! You kissed passionately once again, going back to where you once began. You started by taking his clothes off and kissing his chest and neck. His body had some freckles which you made sure to kiss each one. Slowly but surely he laid you on the bed as he hovered on top, all clothes scattered on the floor as both of you are kissing and touching each other. This time you could feel the shift in the way he kissed. It wasn’t sweet like he usually did, it was tough and demanding, he had liberated the inhibitions that slowed him down and became much more fierce. His kisses lowered from your lips to your neck, to your chest, to your stomach, to that sweet spot of your heat that was ready for him to explore.

“You’re already this wet for me, babygirl?” He asked with the most smug smile. The feeling of Jimin’s breath up your needy pussy was exhilarating and new. He saw you clenching in response to the question he made and took it as a signal to continue.

Carefully he spread your legs to give him a deeper view of your wet cunt as he started licking your folds leaving them all glossy and spreading the wetness all around. You bit your lower lip from the pleasure you felt as he kept touching you. Soon enough he started licking your clit and sucking it, producing not only a lewd sound coming from his mouth but also from your mouth as you moaned his name in response to the overwhelming pleasure it was starting to produce.

“Is this what you’ve been dreaming of?” He rasped looking in you with darkened eyes. “Because this is exactly what I have dreamed for. You cute little pussy squelching to be fucked by my dick” he sucked hard and probed a finger inside quickly finding your g spot as if he were familiar with your entire body, the action making you scream. “answer me when i talk to you baby girl”

“Yes babe I also dreamed of this” you were panting running your hand in his smooth hair. This change in Jimin’s personality was so strange but exhilarating to see. You weren’t one to complain especially because he seemed to know what he was doing. you were so close to cumming from the movements he was doing with both tongue and fingers, “But I dreamed even more about having your dick inside me”

“Soon” he huffed wiggling his fingers in and out of your pussy, “I want to enjoy this as much as possible.”

You couldnt last long, those fingers were a sin moving inside you. Soon the waves of pleasure hit you fiercely as they never before. Sure you have masturbated before but the orgasm you reached with only Jimin’s hand was something you’ve never felt before.

Angel Jimin was beautiful but there was something exciting about seeing his face dirty with your juices as he talked dirty into your pussy. It seemed forbidden, but just right. He went up to kiss you giving you a taste of what your cum tasted like from his lips. Salty, sweet, heavenly.

It was an exciting feeling to have him all over you, though it wasn’t fair for him to be the only one doing the most. You wanted to provide him pleasure as well but he stopped you. “There would be enough time for that later” he said touching his hard on “I’m at the brink and i need to feel you”

Before you knew it you saw Jimin placed on a condom, the details of where this could have come from escape your mind since you were too lost in a lustful haze to even care. Slowly he took the time to enter your body letting you adjust to his length. The width of his hard cock was painful at first but you soon started feeling a pleasurable sting.

"If it hurts I'll stop, okay?" Jimin said and you only nodded as he moved.

He entered slowly and you only closed your eyes. “Fuck, baby girl you’re so tight….just desperate for my cock aren’t you?”

It was perfection. No other word could describe how you felt. Both of you were together, finally touching and kissing each other, both letting yourselves be embraced by your own passion for each other. Your body seemed to be made to fit his cock, quickly adjusting to his size and holding on to his neck as your hips started to move on their own. All coherence in your brain was long forgotten, only sensations and pleasure. Words like "Yes!", "Faster!" and "harder!" escaped your mouth and Jimin could only comply to your orders.

In Jimin’s eyes you were exquisite, your body divine responding so well to his touch and his thrusts. He was enjoying your body all he could exploring ever single corner or her with both hands and lips. the first one holding on to your body going up and down feeling your soft skin and finding places that would make you shiver with just a simple touch. The second tasting your sweat and resting on your breasts as he took the time to adore them for the beauty they were.

“Jimin, I’m so close” You moan reaching your high so quickly. Your body was already sensitive from your first orgasm that the stimulation Jimin was giving you was sending you even more tidal waves of your second orgasm. This did nothing to slow down Jimin’s pace. Quite contrary his pace started quickening, his tongue flicking your nipple roughly and grabbing your ass firmly.

“Oh no you asked for this, this isn’t going to end soon. My cock has been yearning for your sweet wet pussy for far too long, it’s gonna be a long l o n g night” he said emphasizing the word long with each thrust he pulled.

Jimin swiftly turned you around placing go on top of him and deepening the thrust. this angle allowed his cock to go even deeper touching you g spot with the head and the thrust was even fiercer.

“Jimin...you’re so good to me” you were out of breath, hands switching from holding on to his thighs to his chest for support as you jumped up and down. “ this si even better than my dreams. your cock is so gooood”

“Tell me how much you love my cock” he spanked your ass leaving a red mark, the sting pleasurable and exciting.

“I just…. love your fucking cock” you kept bounced grabbing your breasts as they bounced out of control with the rhythm, “fuck….Jimin I’m gonna cum again!!”

“Same for me baby girl” his breath panting in faster as he developed an unstable rhythm with each thrust “your pussy has me fucked up!”

His thrust were slowing down but the depth was still deep enough to have you scream his name and a bunch of other profanities as you both came at the same time. Soon after you both laid on the bed exhausted and utterly, extremely and divinely happy.

"SWEET FRECKLED JESUS!" you shouted completely out of breath "what was that? That was…..that was….”

"That was amazing" he finished your sentence and kissed you sweetly. "How are you feeling? I didn't hurt you did I?"

"It hurt a little but it was more overwhelming i forgot about the pain quick” you rested your head on his chest as you sighed deeply. “I never thought it was possible for me to be this happy! I…I love you Jimin!" you hugged him tight basking in the post coital glow.

Jimin turned to see you, his eyes now filled with concern and back to his regular spark. far from the darkened circles you had seen as he fucked you mercilessly. as exciting as that was nothing can beat seeing your boyfriend being a sweetheart. "_____, I want you to promise me you will never doubt yourself again. I can't believe you would think I didn't want you"

"How was I supposed to think? You were avoiding me!"

"Oh my god! Do you know how hard it is to have you here with me and see you shaking your adorable tushie around the house and not being able to spank you? When the chocolate fell on your cleavage I wanted to lick it so bad. You are sensuality in its purest form! Everything you do drives me wild"

"Well from here forward you have my full permission to go ahead with all the impulses you have. Who knew I had such a bad boy with me? And here I thought you were a saint" you joked.

"Oh I'm no saint. I'm a man and this man adores his woman so much" he kissed you sweetly again and just held you for a while "I promise I will take care of you and to love you even if it takes a lifetime"

"I'm willing to go with that challenge" you smiled as you kissed your lover's chest.

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nagiru · 5 years ago

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The Pope in women’s clothes & An Empress-to-be

Today (though I’m actually late), I bring you two stories that have more or less the same theme. The Pope in women’s clothes and An Empress-to-be. I planned both at pretty much the same time, yet took a year pause between them, so, yes, the theme is basically the same... the writing is not.

Heads-up: these stories are about gender identity... relating to Tarot Arcanas, because that was in the prompt. (As always, more info down below...)

Okay, so, this all began very easily, yeah? There was this prompt at Persona Kink Meme (again, yes) that commented on how some Arcanas always had a fixed gender to represent them, like how The Empress and The High Priestess were always females, while The Hierophant and The Emperor were always male (there was also a comment on The Lovers, but I ignored that one), and the OP wondered what’d happen if... it wasn’t. If it was different.

So, because I’m actually pretty curious for the strangest things and wanted to know whether that had a proper reason or not, went ahead and read... a lot... on the Major Arcanas of the Tarot of Marseilles (which is, apparently, the one used as base for the Persona games) and especially the Arcanas mentioned in the prompt.

With that, I discovered that, well, there was a reason for those choices, because apparently The Empress and The High Priestess were representations of femininity -- and the opposite was also true, with The Emperor and The Hierophant.

So, I sat there, reading and thinking, and decided... well, decided to write Makoto, The High Priestess of Persona 5, as The Hierophant in The Pope (which, by the way, is another name for The Hierophant, which I thought fitting for The Priestess...), and it went from “mmm, what would change” to, “oh, wow, he’s trans, of course, how could I not notice that?” -- and Johanna as their persona was. Just. So fitting!

But, while at it, I’d also been considering the opposite, yeah? But I didn’t want to mess with The Hierophant, who is Sojiro, so I went with the next best thing and took The Emperor. Who just happened to be who else but our darling Yusuke? And thus The Empress-to-be was born. ... and put into paper a year later.

The Pope, especially, deals a lot with dysphoria. I don’t know if I did it justice, because I’ve never actually dealt with gender dysphoria (despite not being entirely sure I’m cis)... but I really, really like it, like how I wrote it, and how it fit in here. If it’s ridiculous and/or wrong or something, please forgive me, honestly.

On the other hand, The Empress took a more... well, euphoria like feeling, I guess. Instead of writing dysphoria, I just... wrote some euphoria, huh. Anyway, in The Empress we see more of the process, more of a surety. Makoto is still questioning themself in Pope, but Yuuko (the name I chose for Yusuke as a female, because of things mentioned in the story itself)... Yuuko is quite sure of herself, in Empress. She thinks a lot about it, and has had time to deal with it, and we see that. That process. We also see her being accepted as she is, and a bit of a hint of a romance between Akira and her, because I just couldn’t help myself.

If anyone has any interest, I’d say I’m very comfortable with both stories, so they shouldn’t be a complete mess. And if anyone does read, I’m always glad to receive comments, especially seeing how I’m not an expert in these themes, and I never say no to critics. So... yeah. That.

#my fics #persona 5 #lgbt themes #tarot #kitagawa yusuke #niijima makoto

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youreallyshouldtalkmore · 6 years ago

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Beads of Temptations (T’ChallaXReader)

So when I write Black Panther insert I assume the reader is black although I may not necessary say point blank it's a blackReader. This time I'm saying it's a blackReader because of the nature of this story.

In fact, you are a blackReader who is not from Africa....that will become extremely important for the context of this story.

Finally got around to posting this T’ChallaReader oneshot that has been in the waiting wings foreeeeever!! It’s actually one of the first BP fanfics I did but you know how Erik is....he rises up and claims all your attention.

But our King has arrived....

I’m tagging some people around that I’ve probably read a fanfic from you and you seem to be a T’Challa stan and I thought I’d share one of my favorite T’Challa fanfics I’ve done. (Considering find new fanfics for T’Challa and M’Baku can be a challenge....) Forgive me if I bothered you in any way. I tagged you in another T’Challa fanfic so let me know if you don’t want to be tagged. These are queued so I might not get to it in time: @sarahboseman @brianabreeze

Walk to the left. Stop. Turn.

Walk to the right. Stop. Turn.

You gazed at the tall door that seemed more daunting then you last remember. You stared at it a moment before raising your hand to knock.

Then you paused and slowly lowered it before walking to the left. Stop Turn....

The two Dora Milaje, who were your personal bodyguards, exchanged a glance, amusement sparkling in their eyes but not on their stoic faces. They had escorted you to see Queen Mother and had arrived five minutes prior and you still had not gone in. In fact, it took you three minutes to just walk down the hallway to the door. You kept turning around deciding to forget before turning and going down the hallway once again.

One of them spoke, "My Queen..... Queen Mother will be delighted to see you."

Somewhere amidst a turn you replied, "That's not the problem here."

"Dare we knock for you?" the other asked with a straight face. The other nudged her in response.

You stopped abruptly and glared at them though there was warmth in your eyes and your mouth quirked, "Don't even think about it."

The one in question dipped her head in apology.

"Though you are right....its past a point of ridiculousness now, isn't it?" You ask.

Neither dared to confirm or deny but you knew them enough to see the resounding, 'YES' lingering above their heads. You rolled your eyes playfully before this time knocking on the door. The door slide open and you entered to see Queen Mother sitting on a couch.

You bowed crossing your arms over your chest. "Queen Mother..." You murmured.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to knock, child." she said wryly beckoning your over.

You groaned walking over and taking a seat, "Queen Mother....you knew?"

Amusement glittered in her eyes as she gave a solemn nod, "Yes, I've been waiting for the last five minutes for you to knock."

You hung your head a moment before it popped back up. "I did not mean to disturb you. I just...ah....." you trailed off.

Ramonda raised an eyebrow. Although she knew that you were a little on the shy and quiet side, she had never seen you this nervous. The closest you might have been was your wedding day but that was more nervous excitement than anything. This time however you looked more scared nervous as you twiddled your fingers.

Her voice was gentle, "Child, if there is anything you need help with you know you can talk to me."

You nodded still twirling your fingers together, "Ahh, yes I know.....it just......a little embarrassing maybe? I don't know quite how to brooch the subject. "

Ramonda nodded and contemplated, "Perhaps, you'd feel more comfortable talking to my son?"

"Uh-uh!!" You looked up at her then wide-eyed shaking your head vigorously.

Something that you couldn't talk to T'Challa about? Now Ramonda was a little worried.

You continued plucking at your fingers, "Actually.....it's because it's a girl thing, I think? I would ask my own mother but she wouldn't know and I figured you'd being Queen mother and all might be able to help me in this instance."

Ramonda nodded and looked at you to continue.

You looked away unable to meet your mother-in-law's eyes, "Ahh.....um....well...I had become interested...that is.....I was wondering if it would be appropriate for me.....to uh..... to wear an African waist bead."

Ramonda blinked. Her daughter-in-law was this nervous about that? Suddenly she chuckled making you look at her a bit miffed. "Mama...." you whined.

"I'm sorry by dear, but I cannot believe that that is what is making you quite flustered."

You looked off, your lip poking out, "Well, before meeting T'Challa I had done the DNA test and discovered that they were in line with some of my ancestry and I always thought it would be kinda cool thing to do with my future husband. But I didn't know if it was Wakandan thing plus I don't exactly have one or know where to get one."

"Peace my child." Ramonda laid a hand on your shoulder making you stop rambling. You looked at her as she smiled, "There are many who wear them. And many who has once upon a time."

Ramonda's eyes twinkled as you looked away from her fighting your own smile, "I didn't need to know that, Mama."

Ramonda folded her hands together, "I think it's a wonderful idea. And I'm so glad you came and talked to me about it. We will make sure that you have a beautiful waist bead for my son."

"Thank you." you smiled.

T'challa eyed his wife who disappeared into the bathroom as soon as he exited with a raised eyebrow. He knew that he had been very busy in the past weeks but not so much that he didn't know that something was up. His mother and wife that had began to disappear.

To where, he wasn't exactly sure.

When he cornered Shuri about it she swore up and down that she had no idea but had realized both of you had taken to vanishing over the last weeks as well.

Now at first sign of walking into your shared bedroom you had disappeared into the bathroom? Usually, he’d get inquired about his day. T’Challa was sure you were hiding something.

But what, he wasn't sure of.

"(YN), are you well?" he called out in concern as he pulled off his robe only leaving his dark purple almost black silk pajama pants.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine." he heard you call out clearly distracted.

Well, you did sound fine but either way.....

He laid his robe on a small chair next to the nightstand "You sure?"

"Yes, dear. I'm fine. Just give me a few minutes."

T'Challa sat on the side of the bed, cocking his head in thought. It did cross his mind to go busting up into the bathroom demanding to know what was going on. But you didn't seem to sound off....maybe it was him. He had been working hard lately. He knew he needed a break but there was so much to do. He rolled his shoulders a few times, trying to work out the kinks and proceeded to do his stretches for the next few minutes.

When he was done, he was about to lay down when the crack of the bathroom door sounded. He looked over and frowned. You had clearly opened the door but had not completely the motion.

"My Queen?" He questioned leaning back in his seat trying to peer in to see you.

"Huh?"

Now T'Challa was becoming worried, "Are you certain you are alright?"

"Just peachy."

"Alright." T'challa murmured under his breath. He had just about enough. He was about to stand up and walk over to open the door himself when it opened and you stepped out.

Quickly without much thought, he took in an assessment of you. You looked like you were well. Actually, you looked.....extremely well.

You stood a hand rest on either side of the door. Your thigh length sky blue robe was barely open, held together by the sash, showing your glistening Earth toned skin. Upon further inspection, he realized you had lined your eyes and wore big hoop earnings. A pretty gem sat in the middle of your forehead held by a golden medal clipped into your short kinky hair that framed your round face.

"You like what you see?" You asked with a soft smile.

T'challa unconsciously wetted his lips, "Always. What's the occasion?"

"No occasion." You took your hands down and held them in front of you. The motion made your robe drop off our shoulder. T'Challa's dark eyes followed it as it fell.

"Perhaps because you earned a break?" you asked in after thought.

T'Challa swallowed and answered after a moment, "My love, you tempt me but I have to be up earlier than normal tomorrow."

He truly did not need this beautiful distraction tonight. Yet, he was sorely tempted to deal with the consequences in the morning.

"Actually you don't." You pulled out a piece of paper from seemingly nowhere.

As you walked towards him, T'Challa noticed the little sway in your hips and barely looked at the paper you were waving so intent on the motion of them.

You smirked, "Your mother, Queen Mother has pardoned you for the day tomorrow. She insists that her words are obeyed and that you are left in my care.”

You were close enough that he could smell the sweet oils that you used. He blinked and only snapped out of it when he finally heard his name. He looked up at your kohl lined eyes that twinkled at him.

"T'Challa....did you hear me? As I said, you are on break."

You held out the piece of paper. T'Challa took it from you and tossed it behind him in one fluid motion without looking at it. "Well, I hate to disappoint both my mother and my wife, especially when they conspire against me."

He reached out with both hands to grab you by the hips but you took a few steps out of his reach. T'Challa let his arms fall down, his nose going up once.

You laughed once, "Don't pout, my love."

"I'm not." T'Challa sulked.

You smiled, "I don't want you to ruin your surprise."

The King perked at this, "Surprise?"

As a response you untied the sash and allowed the robe to drop to the floor. You wore a purple lingerie set but that is not what T'Challa's eyes were drawn too. He was looking at the beads around your waist, glittering purple beads with random gold ones throughout.

You shivered watching his eyes go smoky. He lingered for the longest before slowly looking back up at you, dead into your eyes.

You tilted your head and held his gaze until you could no longer and dropped it unable to meet his. "You like it?" you asked softly.

"Come here."

You looked at him startled a moment. His voice had gone husky and an octave lower. He had one hand up, fingers inches from you, his eye never leaving yours. You had no choice but to obey, taking the step closer so that his fingertips could graze across your skin. Your eyes fluttered as you took another step allowing his hand to lie flat on your stomach, just above the beads. He ran his hand around your middle to the small of your back, pulling you closer. His other hand came up and ran a finger across the beads.

"This for me?" he asked.

You nodded as you quivered under his touch.

His chocolate eyes went liquid as he asked, "Is this what you have been so secretive about this past week?"

You managed to find your voice, "Yeah....I asked your mother about them. I didn't expect it to be such a production but she took me to a local bead shop and I was able to custom make this for you."

T'Challa fingers still, "For me? You strung this together for me?"

You nodded again, not meeting your husband's eyes. "Do you like it?" you asked quietly.

You let out a surprised squeak when the band snapped into your stomach lightly.

A grin danced on T'Challa face, "No. I don't like it." His voice went deeper, "I love it. How could I not, my love? How could I not love that you put this together for me. I'm flattered."

You deftly twisted out of his grasp before he knew what was happening, "Careful my king. Your arrogance is showing."

T'Challa stood then, towering over you, "I'm never arrogant."

You duck around the tall mahogany post of your bed. Keeping it between the two of you, you leaned on it and batted your eyelashes at him, "You cannot hide your flaws from me, my King. I know you too well."

T'Challa reached up over your head and gripped the post, leaning down. You pressed your lips together and slowly lowered your eyes, "And what does my Queen suggest then? Hm?"

He leaned even closer to your lips and and you moved your face away with a small chuckle, pushing off of the post. "I expect you to be a good little boy, my King. Do that and maybe you'll get your dessert...."

Slowly, T'Challa stood, dropping his hand to his side, "And what of you?"

You cocked your head to the side, "Moi?"

T'Challa hummed a moment locking his hands behind his back, "How can you expect me to be a good boy when you've been a bad girl, a naughty girl to be frank?"

"Hush your mouth! At what point in time did I be naughty?" You asked your eyes sparkling.

"The moment you came out here in this..." T'Challa jerked his chin down your form, "...But your sins started much sooner, didn't it?"

"What sins?" You asked crossing your arms.

T'Challa cocked his head, "Must I count the ways?"

"Count 'em", you challenged.

"Very well. If I must.” T’Challa replied lazily. He lifted his chin and looked down at you with hooded eyes, “You have conspired with the Queen Mother, not only to make these beads specifically for me, keeping it a secret from your King but also to give me a day off tomorrow. That is two counts. You are wearing not only a tempting outfit but these beads. That is four. You took care and time to make yourself up. That shows intent on your part to corrupt. That is five. And now, after getting me where you want me, you still deny me my pleasure. That is six."

All throughout this you were blinking and trying not to laugh. It wasn't really working as a grin was splitting your face. You tried your hardest to look angry or insulted but it wasn't working.

Finally you settled on trying to look at haughty as possible. The few chuckles ruined the overall effect, "At what point did I deny you your pleasure?"

"I want to touch you, my Queen."

"You can afford to a little patience."

As quick as lightening, you were pulled around the bed and flushed against T'Challa chest, his arm wrapped securely around you. You rested a hand on his chest, looking up at him from under your eyelashes.

"My patience is quite gone now."

"You speak of my sins, my King. What of yours? You will get yourself in trouble if you keep this up."

He gave a boyish grin, "I certainly hope so. But I am willing take my punishment. Are you willing to take yours?"

His other hand reached up and trailed over the beads grazing your stomach, this time trailing over your navel. You shivered once more. He repeated the action.

T'Challa leaned down and whispered in your ear, "Does that please my Queen?"

You gave an affirmative sound, your face buried in the crook of his shoulder.

"Good." he murmured. "Because I have many plans for you and this waist bead."

"I heard that as my husband you are supposed to take it off during....." You figure eight-ed your head as you trailed off.

"You heard right but that doesn't have to be so. Like I said, I have many plans for you and this waist bead."

You lifted your head and looked up at him curiosity in your features, "Do tell?"

T'Challa eyebrows lifted once, "Do not be in such a hurry. Patience is a virtue."

"Hmmm..." You pouted.

T'Challa reached up and grasped your chin, "Though I can tell you one thing right now."

"Hm?"

T'Challa grinned.

I hope you enjoyed this reader-insert. Would anyone be interested in a part 2 with T’Challa’s plans for the waist beads? If I could come up with an idea I would probably have a part 2 but right now this is it for this oneshot.

So this reader-insert was quite a bit of indulgent. I actually did do a DNA test earlier this year and have been learning about African history and culture not related to the slave trade.

I came across African waist beads one day and I adore the concept. I have learned that there are vast reasons as to why women would wear waist beads, from spirituality, to coming of age, to healing, and even to tell men when they are....ah..... "available"

Several sources to start you on your journey about African waist beads:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9hSKDr33nk

https://www.meandmywaist.com/waist-beads-uses/

https://answersafrica.com/the-african-waist-beads-significance-and-uses.html

http://www.griotsrepublic.com/whats-waist-beads/

http://waistbeadsbyfatou.tumblr.com/info

I hope that I managed to write this concept pretty well. If there is some glaring errors please let me know. I am still learning.

Also, I have an M’Baku version of this story.

#black panther #t'challa x reader #t'challa #african diaspora #black panther fanfiction #tchalla x reader

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