#why are tenses so damn hard to stick to?

[sincerelyneo]

diet pepsi | n.jm

“losing all my innocence in the back seat”

📀now playing: diet pepsi by addison rae

❯ summary: Jeno has one rule — his little sister is not allowed at street races. Jaemin knows this, and still, he can’t help but feel a thrill when he spots you sneaking out to watch him race. That is, until he sees you with another guy, and suddenly, he’s all in favor of Jeno’s rule. And he’s pretty sure that rule also means he should intervene and give you a ride home.

❯ pairings: jaemin x virgin fem!reader

❯ genre: brother’s best friend, smut, racing!au

❯ words: 5.6k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, swearing, arguing, jealously, pet names, car sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), oral sex (fem!receiving), fingering, virginity loss, slight corruption kink, bit of angst, ‘daddy’ mentioned once but not in a kink way?, jaemin is lowkey a dramatic asshole in the first half, mention of marking, reader uses she/her pronouns, literally just a jealous brother’s best friend trope because it eats every time

Jaemin’s blood runs cold when he sees you—wait, what are you even doing here?

He’s never been so tense in the driver’s seat before. He’s usually all calm and controlled, razor-focused on the track, with only one thing on his mind: winning. And he’s pretty damn good at it. But today, he can’t seem to focus. Not with you—Jeno’s little sister—standing right there on the sidelines, sticking out like a beacon in a crowd of rowdy onlookers.

So out of place, timid and awkward. Normally, he’d find it cute if he wasn’t so pissed that you’re even here. You don’t belong among his reckless racer friends, the ones with wandering eyes; and the girls with short skirts, heavy perfume, and sharp eyeliner.

He’s never been this distracted at the starting line before, never found anything particularly interesting to gaze at through his freshly cleaned windshield. But there you are. 

Ripped blue jeans clinging to every curve that he’s spent years thinking about—too many nights with his hand wrapped around his cock, imagining how his fingers would mold and print into the soft flesh of your skin. And those cherry-red lips—they make pride swell in his chest, a small thrill from knowing he’s the only racer here with a red car. It’s probably just a coincidence, but Jaemin lets the possessive part of his mind take over, because he wants nothing more than to see that red smeared around your cheeks as he kisses you—wants it to stain him like a claim.

God, what’s he even thinking?

You’re his best friend’s little sister. Off-limits.

Speaking of which, why are you here? Jeno’s not racing tonight, and he’d kill you if he found out. Actually, Jeno would kill him, even though Jaemin had no idea you’d even show up. Jeno hated you being at the races on a good day, let alone when he wasn’t here to keep an eye on things.

And maybe that’s why, for the first time, Jaemin’s gaze drifts to his side mirror as he speeds off. Because Jeno’s not here to watch over you—so he has to. Yeah, that’s it. It’s for Jeno’s sake. Definitely not because he’s worried about you. And definitely not because he likes the way your cherry-red lips part in a cheer—a cheer he likes to imagine is all for him.

Who’s he kidding? Jaemin loves knowing you’re here, watching him race. Honestly, it’s the biggest rush he’s ever felt—the purest shot of adrenaline—and he’s never pushed this hard on the track. But right now, he only wants to win for you.

And he does, slamming on the brakes, coming to a screeching halt the second he crosses the finish line. A few friends clap him on the back as he gets out of his car, congratulating him, but he doesn’t care about them. He only wants you—to hear you say he did great, to see that proud look in your eyes. He wants you to beg him not to yell at you for sneaking in tonight… or worse, promise he won’t tell Jeno.

Except, Jaemin’s not so sure he can negotiate on the “no yelling” part of that deal. Not when he spots you in the crowd, looking up at Jisung. Jisung, who’s got your attention on him instead of his win. Jisung, who’s making you laugh—and Jaemin knows he’s not that funny. Jisung, who’s handing you a can of Diet Pepsi—and you’re just taking it, smiling at him with those red lips, lips that don’t belong to him. 

Jaemin knows Jisung doesn’t have a bad bone in his body—Christ, the guy wouldn’t hurt a fly, and he’s one of his racer friends. Still, he doesn’t like the way you lean in when you laugh or how you’re looking up at him with pretty eyelashes fluttering. It makes something stir in him, something sharp and possessive. Without thinking, he storms over, snatching the damn can from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours in the process.

You gasp, the sound almost too soft, "Woah, Jaem–"

"What are you doing here, Y/N?

You stumble back, heart skipping in your chest. He’s looking at you like he’s about to devour you whole. Gaze locked with yours, primal and urgent, scanning you with a heat that makes your breath hitch, throat going suddenly dry. You came here to see him—no one else. But the way his eyes are on you now...you don’t know whether telling him that would be a good idea. 

You swallow hard, feeling small beneath the weight of his stare. “I—uh, I—I’m just… here to watch,” you mumble. "I didn’t think it’d be a big deal..."

Jaemin doesn’t respond right away, his eyes narrowing as they flick over you, then over to Jisung, then back to you. "Alone?" he finally asks. "You just showed up here by yourself?"

“Well yeah–I didn’t think anyone would mind..."

"Jeno’s gonna fucking kill you when he hears about this," he mutters exhaling sharply, the tension in his jaw is visible as he crosses his arms. "You know he doesn’t like you being here.” His eyes flicker to Jisung for a moment before they shift back to you, a little colder. "And I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to know you’re accepting drinks from other racers, huh?”

Your brow furrows, a tinge of annoyance creeping in. "It’s just a can of Diet Pepsi, it’s not—"

Jaemin cuts you off. "It doesn’t matter what it is," he snaps. "What matters is that you’re here, without telling anyone where you were going. Without Jeno knowing." He shakes his head in disbelief. 

You scoff. "I’m an adult, Jaemin. Jeno’s not my keeper, and neither are you–"

Jaemin’s jaw tightens, and something flickers in his eyes—something dark. But just as quickly as it appears, it’s gone. "That’s not the point, Y/N," he growls, his voice lowering. "The point is you’re here, at a street race, by yourself. You think that’s smart? You think that’s safe?" He takes a step closer.  "What if something happened to you?" 

"I’m fine, Jaemin. I can take care of myself, okay?" Your voice cracks, frustration spilling out, but the sound doesn’t make Jaemin soften like it usually would.

He steps even closer, towering over you, his presence dominating, and you can feel his breath on your face, hot and quick. “This—this shit—" he gestures around to the crowd, the cars, the racers that surround you both, "this is not safe for you. You shouldn’t be here."

Your hands curl into fists at your sides, jaw set as you refuse to back down. "Why? You and Jeno come here every other weekend?” What’s the big deal?" 

"The big deal, Y/N, is that you're a pretty girl, surrounded by a bunch of horny assholes who'd love nothing more than to corrupt a sweet little thing like you."

Your breath catches in your throat, and your mouth goes dry as his words hit you like a punch. You blink, trying to process, but the anger in his eyes is enough to make your pulse quicken. Jaemin must realize what he’s said because there's a brief moment of hesitation. He clears his throat, trying to regain control.

"And you never told anyone," he tries to add, his voice a little less steady now, "And you're letting random guys buy you drinks—"

"I already told you. It was just a Diet Pepsi, Jaemin. You’re blowing this way out of proportion!" You cut him off. 

You don’t even know what you’re arguing about anymore— and you’re pretty sure he doesn’t either—it’s like he’s mad for the sake of being mad, the two of you going around in circles.

And frankly, you're tired of it. This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go. You’ve always had a thing for Jaemin, and now was supposed to be your chance—your shot to make him see you as more than just Jeno’s little sister. You knew he’d be distracted with the race, but you thought if you showed up, maybe he’d finally notice you, really see you. But instead, he’s making it perfectly clear that you’ll never be anything more than that girl he feels the need to protect.

“Stop treating me like a child, Jaemin,” you sigh. “I’m not some fragile little girl who needs you to babysit her." 

You turn on your heel, ready to walk away from him, but before you can take more than a few steps, Jaemin’s hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

"No. We’re not done talking."

He steps forward again, grip on your limbs tight but not painful, and before you can even process what’s happening, he’s pulling you toward the exit, the sound of your shoes hitting the pavement is far too loud in the heavy silence that’s settled. 

"Jaemin, wait!" You tug against him, stumbling slightly, trying to free your wrist from his grasp. "I’m not going anywhere with you. I told you, I don’t need you babysitting me—"

"I’m not asking." His voice is low and final. "You’re going home, and you’re going with me."

"Let go of me!" You hiss, still trying to yank free, but he just tightens his grip, pulling you with him as if you’re a ragdoll.

Jaemin finally stops, turning to face you, his eyes sharp with frustration. He growls at your protesting, stepping into your personal space. "I’m taking you home, Y/N. Don’t argue with me."

You stare up at him, chest heaving with anger and something else—something you don’t want to admit to yourself. "You’re insufferable," you mutter, but it’s weak. 

You know you’re defeated. There’s no point in fighting him anymore. His presence is suffocating, overwhelming, and every fibre of your body knows he’s not going to let this go until he’s got you back home. You have no choice but to comply really. And you groan whilst slipping into the passenger seat of his car, imagining the story he’s going to muster up for your brother. 

Jaemin gets into the driver’s seat, his body tense and irritated, and you almost feel bad that he can’t celebrate his win—almost. He places the can of Diet Pepsi in the cup holder, the soft clink of the can echoing through the car. Then, without breaking his focus, his gaze flicks to you, his voice low and commanding.

“Seatbelt.”

You huff, rolling your eyes as you slide it on. “Yes, daddy.” 

The moment the words leave your mouth, Jaemin’s jaw tightens, the muscle flexing under his skin. His eyes darken for a split second, a dangerous glint flashing, something that makes your pulse stutter for just a moment. His fingers curl around the steering wheel, gripping it a little tighter than necessary as he tries to compose himself.

He clears his throat, shifting slightly in his seat, nostrils flaring. “Don’t push your luck, Y/N.”

You sink into your seat with a sigh. The silence in the car hangs as he drives, thick with awkwardness and annoyance. Your throat still feels dry from the argument, and before you can even think about it, you reach for the can. The cold metal soothes your fingertips. But the second your lips brush against the rim, you can feel Jaemin’s eyes on you—hot, intense, and focused.

You can feel him watch your every move, and as you pull the drink away from your lips, his eyes narrow in on the red stain your lipstick left on the silver rim. His grip on the steering wheel tightens, jaw tightening with it, his gaze flickering between your lips and the can in your hand. Without warning, he snatches it from your fingers, one hand still on the wheel, eyes focused and full.

Then, Jaemin presses his own lips against the spot where yours just were, right over the mark you left. Sipping the drink slowly — savouring it.

“What the hell are you doing?” you ask, voice a little breathless, startled.

Jaemin’s eyes widen, and for a split second, his grip tightens on the can before he abruptly pulls it away from his mouth, tossing it into the cup holder without a second glance. His brows furrow as he tries to make sense of his own actions, as if he’s suddenly aware of how ridiculous he must look. His mind is reeling—over a simple lipstick mark on the rim of a can. Something so innocent, yet it’s driving him crazy.

He clears his throat, trying to regain an ounce of composure, but his voice cracks slightly. "I was, uh..." He hesitates, biting back a sharp breath, his eyes flickering to the road before snapping back to you. "Just making sure it wasn’t spiked…?"

It sounds weak, even to his own ears, and he knows you’re not buying it. The way your lips part tells him everything. You narrow your eyes at him, a little too sharp for comfort. 

“Spiked?” You glance at the cup holder, where the can now sits innocently. “How would you even know from the taste, Jaemin? Not to mention Jisung gave me this, that boy wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

Jaemin knows that. Still, he curses under his breath, running a hand through his hair as the frustration builds in his chest. His entire excuse is a mess, just like the thoughts spinning in his head.

"Look, let’s call it precautionary, okay?" His voice is clipped and there’s a tightness to it. "Don’t make it a big deal."

You lean back in the seat, a small bitter laugh escaping you. “Me making things a big deal? Oh, the irony.”

He doesn’t respond or bite back or try for the final word and it makes the silence thicker. Jaemin’s grip on the wheel is so tight his knuckles are white, and honestly, you don’t know how long you can keep doing this.

“You're impossible, you know that?" The words slip out before you can stop them, and your chest tightens as soon as they do. "I didn't come here for you to babysit me or make me feel like I need your protection. I came here because I—" You stop yourself. 

Jaemin's head snaps to you, "Because you what?" 

For a second, you can’t speak. The words are right there, but they feel too big, too much to let out. You’re caught between the urge to spill it all or keeping it hidden, scared to change the dynamic. But you’ve been pretending for too long, playing by the rules, and now, you want to stop hiding.

“I came here because I wanted you to see me,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “Not as Jeno’s little sister. Not as some kid. I wanted you to see me… as me.”

Jaemin doesn’t react, not at first – well, he does, but it’s subtle. His hands go completely white around the wheel, his jaw clenched so tight you can almost hear it. Without saying a word, he pops the indicator on and pulls over, the tyres screeching slightly as he brings the car to a sudden stop.

You freeze, and a small wave of panic bubbles up inside your chest. Did you say the wrong thing? Did you make it weird? He’s your brother’s best friend, and now you’ve crossed that weird line that’s bound to make everything awkward. Jeno’s gonna kill you.

You swallow hard, waiting for him to snap, to tell you how messed up this whole thing is.

But he kisses you. 

His hand on your cheek, without warning, pulling you into him, and consuming your lips with a force that steals the air from your lungs. It’s not gentle like you expected him to be. He’s typically always gentle with you — unless he’s mad, which right now, he is. This kiss is desperate. Hungry. And you like it because it’s the kind of kiss that makes your body forget how to breathe. The kind of kiss that tells you he doesn’t see you like a kid – like Jneo’s little sister.

“You drive me fucking insane, you know that?” Jaemin growls, nudging your noses together. His hands find your waist, to grip it. “You walk around in those jeans clinging to your ass, with your cheeks flushed, and that fucking lipstick the same shade as my car.”

You giggle softly against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You noticed?”

“Of course I fucking noticed,” he groans.

Jaemin’s lips trail down your jawline, each kiss slow, and teasing, and needy. The desperation in his movements is evident like he’s trying to savour every inch of your skin. The feeling is foreign to you—each soft press of his lips sends a rush of heat through your body. The simple touches make you gasp, drawing a low, satisfied groan from him as he feels the reaction in your body.

His breath catches, lips brushing softly along the sensitive curve of your neck as he pulls you closer. His hands tighten around your waist, and the pleading in his voice intensifies, but there’s no mistaking the hunger in it. He’s holding back, trying to keep his composure.

“Tell me this is a bad idea, Y/N,” he whispers, his lips grazing your skin with kisses. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

Your breath is shallow and you can’t help the way your body reacts to him. The way your hands find their way into his hair, fingers threading through it as you desperately tug on it, unsure of what else to do. 

“Please, angel, you have to say no,” he murmurs into your neck, his voice low and desperate. 

“Don’t want to,” you whimper, shaking your head again. “Want you, Jaem. Always wanted you. Only you.”

"Fuck..." he groans, his lips trailing away from your skin to look at you.

And what a pretty sight you are. Eyes glazed with lust, pupils blown wide, dilated with something raw and needy. So innocent, so forgiving, so eager – so fucking his. It’s enough to make him painfully hard, though he was already straining. Hearing you say you've always wanted him – and only him – had already sent a rush of heat straight to his cock.

Jaemin can’t help himself. His hand reaches out to caress your cheek again, his thumb teasing the softness of your bottom lip. You gasp, and his pupils darken, fixating on the way your mouth parts, the red colour staining his thumb. It’s everything he’s ever dreamed of—a perfect fantasy. 

“You’re gonna get me in so much trouble, gorgeous.”

He’s still hesitating, and you can feel it — you fucking hate it. Something takes over you, and without thinking, you take his thumb into your mouth, deep, sucking hard. Jaemin practically growls, his lips parting as a hiss escapes him from the sight. 

A switch flips, and in one smooth, deliberate motion, he yanks his thumb from your mouth, kills the engine, and climbs into the backseat. His eyes are sharp as they focus on you, which tells you to follow suit. He doesn’t care that on paper this is a ‘bad idea’. His cock is telling him it’s the best one he’s ever had.

It’s clear the moment you climb into the backseat, the way his body shifts into something animalistic. You try to settle beside him, but Jaemin doesn’t let that happen. He grips the hem of your shirt, yanking you down and onto his lap. The heat from his body radiates through the thin fabric of your clothes, his chest pressing hard against yours as his hands slide possessively around your waist.

His hands roam down your back and you can feel the hard press of him against your ass. It makes your pulse spike and your sweet red lips fall open for him, making him smirk with pride. His lips trail down to your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he murmurs your name, low and rough.

It’s all-consuming. Hot and desperate. Panting and breathless. Bodies moving in sync. The car heats up from your bodies softly grinding against each other. His hands are everywhere. 

“Angel,” he growls, his voice low with restraint, “if you keep grinding on me like that, I won’t be able to stop.”

You bite your lip, keeping your rhythm steady, your hips pressing into his. “Good.”

Jaemin catches a hand around your jaw pulling you away from his lips. “I’m serious, Y/N. Are you sure you want this?”

You nod, your gaze heavy with need.

He shakes his head, “I need words, gorgeous.”

“I want this.”

Such a simple phrase shatters his restraint, unravelling him completely. With a growl, he tosses you onto the back seat, lips trailing hotly down your body until he’s between your legs. His fingertips graze the waistband of your jeans, and he leans in, voice a low whisper.

“Can I?”

You nod, but he shakes his head, his eyes dark with hunger. “Say it.”

“Yes...” You breathe, the word barely escaping your lips, but it’s all he needs.

The jeans slide down your hips and ass, past your thighs, until they’re bunched around your ankles. Jaemin’s eyes flicker down, landing on your panties—darkened with dampness.

"So wet from just a little grinding?" He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "So fucking cute."

A rush of heat floods your chest. You’ve never done this before. And suddenly, it’s all too much, too fast. His words, your own desperate need, the car, the argument... everything crashes together. Without thinking, you press your legs closed, embarrassed by your body's reaction.

Jaemin's brows furrow as he watches you closely. "You okay?"

Your cheeks burn with a blush, stuttering as you struggle to find your voice. "I-I-uh," you falter, hoping he’ll say it, ask you the question. But he doesn’t. His eyes are fixed on your mouth, waiting for you to say it.

"I’ve never done this before."

Jaemin’s eyes flicker with something dark before he hums lowly. “You still want this?”

You nod, not trusting your voice.

“Words, Y/N.”

“God—yes.”

A satisfied smirk curves on his lips. “Good,” he murmurs. “Your body’s a fucking work of art I’ve been dying to see, and I never want you to feel embarrassed about showing it to me—and only me, yeah?”

This time, you don’t nod. You meet his gaze, voice steady as you tell him, “Yes. Only you.”

He smiles, hands resting on your knees as he gently eases them apart, his gaze fixed on you, completely mesmerized. If someone had told him this was how he’d be celebrating his win tonight, he’d have laughed in disbelief.

But now, his knuckles brush over the front of your underwear, a feather-light touch that sends a spark through you. Your hips react on their own, bucking slightly as his fingertips tease your sensitive nerves through the thin damp fabric.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

He drags his fingers to your waistband, sneaking underneath to run a soft finger up your slit, drawing a gasp from your lips. He takes that as permission to slip the pair down your legs, meeting the same fate as your jeans somewhere in his car. 

Jaemin keeps his eyes dead set on you as his fingers work to find your clit. The moment he does, he starts working slow, taunting patterns against it, each movement deliberate and unhurried. The sensation is leg-numbing, sending waves of pleasure through you—so much better than when you do it yourself. 

“Tell me how it feels,” he demands, “I wanna know how I’m making you feel. Tell me.”

Your mind is spinning, words slipping through your grasp, and all you can manage is a choked, incoherent moan. It’s not enough for him. Dissatisfied, he sinks his middle finger into your pussy at your silence. You jolt at the intrusion, the feeling intense and foreign, but his eyes stay locked on you, waiting.

“Tell me,” he groans, relishing in the feeling of how tight you grip around his finger.

“F-feels good,” you manage to stammer.

“Yeah?” he taunts, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he slowly picks up the pace. “Want more?”

“Yes–” you nod eagerly. He wastes no time, slipping his ring finger inside to join the first, matching the rhythm, savouring the warmth encapsulating around him, and you unravel beneath him.

You watch him through half-lidded eyes, breaths shallow and quick, completely undone from the tortuous pace of his fingers. Jaemin’s expression softens as he takes you in, a quiet, satisfied coo slipping from his lips.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, “So sweet… so vulnerable just for me.”

A low chuckle escapes him as he feels your walls threatening to tense, wanting to flutter around his fingers, and it sends another wave of pride through him. He shifts his eyes down, and without hesitation, takes your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue in slow, devastating circles.

If he’s going to make you cum for the first time, it’ll be on his fingers and his mouth—he’ll make sure of it.

“S-so good, Jaem—” you gasp, voice trembling as his mouth and fingers work in perfect sync, pushing you closer to the edge.

He hums against you, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through your body. “Yeah?” he murmurs, lips still pressed to your skin. “Gonna let go for me, huh? Let me feel it.”

His words, his touch—it’s all too much, and you can feel every nerve on fire as he coaxes you over the edge until you’re cumming from the steady rhythm of his fingers and the relentless, teasing laps of his tongue. You're a shuddering mess beneath him from the orgasm he’s given you. 

He fucking loves it, looking in complete awe.

As you start to come down, muffled whines still slip from your lips, riding out the aftershocks of your release.

“What is it?” he prods, his voice smooth but persistent, but all you can manage is a frustrated sigh, annoyed with his stupid teasing tone. “Angel..I don’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.”

"All I want is—" You gasp when he lightly brushes your sensitive clit again,"—your cock."

A smug smirk tugs at his lips. His hand slides to rest possessively on your hip as he moves to hover above you, his gaze locking with yours.

“Are you sure?”

You nod, your lashes fluttering with need, and he takes that as permission to rid himself of his pants, his hand wrapping firmly around the base of his cock. He positions himself carefully, just at the edge of your pussy. 

It’s not how you’d pictured your first time—definitely not the romantic, cute scenario you’d always fantasized about. But one thing was certain: Jaemin was here, and that’s all that really mattered. Though, you hadn’t expected him to be this… big.

He picks up on the hesitation in your eyes, sensing the tension coiling tight in your chest.

With deliberate slowness, he slides his length teasingly between your drenched folds, making your breath catch as your nerves tense.

“I’ll take it slow,” he pulls down to murmur against your lips. 

You nod, your lip caught between your teeth, biting down hard enough to taste the metallic tang as he presses his tip against your cunt. His other hand grips your hip, his fingers digging in as he applies pressure, holding you in place. He stays perched above you, eyes fixed on your face. 

"Keep looking at me," he says, watching the way your face squirms. "Please."

His begging has you fighting to keep your eyes from fluttering shut, staying locked on him as you watch the way his pink lips part, the way they twitch, holding back a moan when he inches forward just enough to feel his tip slip past the threshold.

He pushes forward in a slow, savouring motion, and when he finally sinks into you completely, you stretch around him. Your brows furrow, caught between the sting of pain and the rush of pleasure. His teeth catch his lower lip, holding it there as a low, skin-tingling moan rumbles deep in his chest, his body staying still, giving you a moment to adjust.

“Please move,” you beg, barely able to get the words out, desperation lacing your voice.

He struggles to keep his breathing steady as he watches your face, studying it for any sign of discomfort. Once he’s sure you’re fine, he begins to draw his hips back slowly, his movements deliberate and deep, wrecking you as he rolls his hips forward, filling you again.

Your eyes want to flutter shut, the bliss almost too much to keep conscious but you want to please him. Jaemin pulls you closer, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss, and you moan into it, the sound pulling a breathless, stomach-knotting whine from him.

He increases his pace, and you cry out, your head falling back as your hips begin to meet his. One of Jaemin’s hands tightens around the side of your waist, grounding you as he drives deeper, faster, harder — greedy. 

You move feverishly, hips bucking wildly as you try to take him deeper, craving the way his cock stretches you, hitting every nerve with overwhelming pleasure.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he gasps. "Keep looking at me. I wanna see how pretty you look when I’m making you feel good."

You can only respond with a breathless gasp that catches in your throat as he buries himself deeper, rolling against you whilst your nails dig into the fabric on his shoulders.

His hand slips from your hip for a moment, reaching for your fingers to guide them down where your bodies are connected. His fingers curl around yours, bringing your hand to your throbbing clit. You take the hint, fingers moving instinctively to find the sensitive bundle, desperate to ease the tightness building in your abdomen.

"Not gonna last long, angel," he breathes, his voice ragged. "But I need you to feel good."

"Fuck," you whimper. Your hips begin to writhe, chasing the pleasure as every part of your body burns with need.

“So fucking warm and wet and tight,” he groans, forehead slick with sweat. 

Your bodies feel like they’re burning, the car steaming up with heat, the windows fogging so thickly that you leave a handprint on the glass as you steady yourself against Jaemin’s building deliberate thrusts. 

He’s fucking into you with an erotic urgency, as if he’s trying to spill out every fantasy he’s ever had about you since Jeno introduced you. It’s like he’s remembering, all at once, that he’s broken all the rules—off-limits, bro code—and he doesn’t care anymore. Doesn’t regret it one bit. Because the feel of you on his cock is totally worth it.

Your stomach starts to tremble as warmth floods your lower half, your muscles contracting and fluttering around him. The feeling overwhelms you, and it only encourages him to slow his rhythm, to drag out your orgasm as long as possible. 

Jaemin finally caves, moving his face to nuzzle against you. Your hands find his hair, tugging him up so you can kiss along his neck, your lipstick staining his flesh, marking him with that signature red colour.

You keep your hips rolling with his, even after the earth-shattering orgasm he’s just given you. Every cry, whimper, and moan spills from the back of your throat at the force of him, your voice chanting his name in a string of desperate mumbles. Your body convulses and shakes as you clamp around his length, and he grunts at the feeling, whispering praises to coax you through it.

He snaps his hips upward, grinding his body against you to savour the feeling. His muscles begin to shudder, jolting as he gasps for air, his own orgasm hitting him hard.

Hearing and feeling him lost in so much bliss only stretches the aftershocks of your release, both of you a mess of limbs and shameless sounds. Then, you feel him still completely, his release erupting in warm spurts, filling you and making you feel full of him. He’s everywhere—his scent, his kisses, his cum.

You’re left utterly spent, like a limp puddle, but Jaemin stays closely intertwined with you. You both inhale ragged breaths, neither of you daring to break apart. You’re reduced to fluttering glances weak panting and slick skin.

Jaemin’s eyes shift toward the side window, his fingers gently combing through your hair before he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

And when he finally tries to move, there's a sudden clink, and the faint sound of liquid splashing. You both glance down at the Diet Pepsi can now toppled over and spilling its contents all over the car seat. A muffled chuckle escapes Jaemin's lips as he shakes his head.

“That stupid fucking drink,” he mutters with a grin. 

“You should be grateful,” you hum, “Without it, we probably would never have fucked.”

Jaemin shakes his head and laughs, but the humour quickly fades as his expression turns serious. He leans in close again, his lips brushing yours. 

“Not true,” he murmurs. “I’ve wanted you ever since I met you. I would’ve made a move eventually.”

“Oh yeah?” You tilt your head, teasing him. “What’s been stopping you?”

“Jeno,” Jaemin says quietly, and it’s like it hits you both at once.

Your stomach twists in knots, the mention of your brother, Jaemin’s best friend, suddenly making everything feel... wrong. 

“What are we gonna tell Jeno?”

[iluvloganhowlett]

I HATE YOU PT. 2 .𖥔 ݁ ˖

in which logan runs into you once more and works things out

part 1

warnings: mostly angst, some fluff at the end, happy ending woohoo, mutant!reader

so the x-men timeline is actually fucked so i def altered it a little so ignore that😝 this is placed around x-men (2000) and X2

“y/n?” this was the last person you expected to see when trying to teach a simple class. yet here he was, right in front of your 2 eyes.

you looked as the kids began to rile up, a chorus of “hi mr. howlett!”s erupting from the group.

logan flashed them a small smile before returning his attention back to you.

he begins to step closer to you, but you stop him with a simple glare. “class you work on the takedowns we practiced last class, i need to step out for minute. no powers, okay? we need to work on that.”

once the class had gotten started, you slipped out the door and made your way down the hall to talk privately with logan.

“y/-“ “what the hell are you doing here?”

suddenly it felt like you were back at your apartment years ago; logan and some red thing at your doorstep.

“no, doll. the better question is what are you doing here?”

you pace back and forth, cracking your knuckles anxiously as you try to come up with the words to say.

“i-i’ve worked here for years? since you went missing,” you stated, your words dripping in venom as you looked logan in the eyes with a hateful look.

“logan i thought i made it clear back then that you were the last one i wanted to talk to- for a while.”

logan only shrugged and smirked, still leaning on the hallway wall, “forced proximity?”

you lunge, pressing your arm into his neck with full force, pinning him to the wall. “you’re funny,” you retort with a sarcastic smile.

“i get that a lot.”

your left hand stabs your claws into his abdomen; just like the good old days. “i get that a lot too.”

“god, logan! why the fuck are you here?!”

“i work here, sugar.”

you pull a face, as if that’s no excuse for him to show up here. “cut the bullshit, lo. what- are you stalking me?”

logan scoffs, “well, we both know i would if i wanted to.”

“what the hell?”

he only sighs, “y/n can we just work this out? please? i’m tired of following you around like a lost puppy for years.”

“so you have been following me,” you smirk.

he stutters, “alright- now y’know that’s not what i meant.”

“sure sugar,” you mock, releasing him from under your arm.

logan rolls his eyes, “do you ever drop it or…?”

“do you ever stick around?”

you watched as logan tensed at your words, looking down at the floor, and you immediately regretted it.

“look- i’m sorry for how i acted the last time you tried to come back into my life,” you sighed.

“y/n…”

“it’s just hard thinking everyday, for 9 months, that the person you love the most is dead.”

logan groaned, moving closer to you and taking your arms in his hands, “you don’t think i know that?! do you know how many times in my life that someone has taken the person i love to get through to me? i spent those 9 months wondering if you handled yourself and were still gonna be in that damn apartment when i came back,” his voice broke and you watched his eyes shift from frustrated to almost pleading.

you scoff, “yeah because i can’t handle myself.”

“you don’t know that!”

your lips curled. as much as you wanted to shoot a snarky comment about not knowing that he would come home, you could see it wasn’t a good time.

his grip loosened, “please. please y/n just give me another chance and i will tell you everything. i’ll be honest, and ill tell you where im going before i go, yeah?”

your eyes flicker between his eyes and his lips, “ya promise?”

“i promise, doll, i’ll do anything you ask just plea-“

logan was cut off by your lips on his, which he gladly accepted, lifting a hand to your face and one down to your waist.

“y’know,” you began, ghosting just over his lips, “this was probably the only part of you i missed,” you joked.

“shut ya mouth,” and he did just that.

im cringing😮 i hope this is good bc i hate it🥳

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[evvyyypeters-fics]

Frenemies With Benefits

Luke Cooper x f!reader oneshot

Warnings! Smut, p n v, f!ngering, quickie, porn w/ plot, little angst, drama, fluff ending

Reupload of a request, think it was anon. Almost forgot abt this one lol

“Hey Y/N,” He trails cheekily as he walks up to the front of my desk, a coffee cup in hand.

“Seems the coffee monkey is back.” I say bluntly, not looking up from my papers as I continue to fill and highlight them. He chuckles fakely as he continues to loom over me.

“Speaking of coffee. You forgot yours,” He said, holding it out a bit closer, nudging me to take it. I finally flick my eyes up from the paper I was working on, my body still hunched over it, pen steadied in my hand.

“What’d you do this time? Put fart spray in it or something?” I ask sarcastically with a small amused grin of my own creeping on my face. He looks back at me with the same unserious energy.

“Now why would I do something like that?” He asks, obviously stretching his tone to make it obvious, yet there was something oddly genuine in his tone to. Not too surprising of behavior from the little prankster.

I snatch the cup from his hand and take a bold chug of the practically pure black coffee, holding back the grimace reaction on my face to the awful sludge.

“Thanks, Luke” I challenged him with a smile after swallowing some almost-soon-to-be puke. My gaze didn’t drift from him until he walked away back to his desk in the corner.

Damn, he has a fat ass. Who told him he could have that?

Oh god, what was I even thinking!? Luke Cooper?!

He was totally an off-limits kind of goofy asshole. Not to mention Micheal, my boss’s nephew.

No, no, no! Get it out of your head!

I shook myself back to focus and forced my gaze to stick intently to what I was working on, now scribbling away feverishly with my pen to ignore the strange thoughts beginning to cloud my mind.

Am I ovulating? When did I start getting the hots for Luke Cooper? I ask myself curiously. My mind drowning out the work I was doing momentarily.

Noope! Don’t think about it!

After that, it was hard to get work done. I practically had to imagine slapping myself to get back on track.

“Y/N!” Called out one of my coworkers, Phyllis. Suddenly a thud slams on my desk and shakes under my arm like a current as a stack of papers gets dropped on it.

“Can you copy these for me sweetie?” She smiles. I just flash her a giant fake smile, almost grinding my teeth in annoyance as I nodded and picked up the papers. I noticed Luke for a split moment as I got up from across the room, watching what happened. Watching me.

I then became keenly aware of his eyes piercing into my back and I shook at the thought of him possibly watching the way my ass shifted under my tight pencil skirt as I carried the weighted stack of papers to the copier.

And just my luck, as soon as I finished copying every paper, as I’m walking back down the hall—CRASH!

The papers fly up and scatter everywhere and I’m left stunned and momentarily blinded from the sheer white sheets. Luckily the stack stayed mostly in tact.

Before I go down to pick up the papers I check what I ran into, and there he is. Luke.

“You asshole!” I bark.

“How is this my fault!? You should pay more attention to where you’re going!” He sneers back, a frustrated look on his face at me for being (rightfully so) upset at the encounter.

“Can you at least help me pick them up?!”

To my surprise he got down on the floor without a word or complaint and began to help me collect the papers dropped. I was so surprised that for a moment I just stood there and watched, expecting him to throw it back in my face or something.

I got down and helped him when I realized he was really helping me pick them back up and reorganizing the stack. We both picked them up together in an awkward, tense silence. The air thick between us and unsure.

He handed me the rest of the papers with a stoic look, continuing the silence of the moment. He stands there for a moment and eyes me as if he were going to say something, but he seems to drop it and continue moving on without another word.

I shake my head again and try to forget what just happened as I returned the copied papers to Phyllis, who luckily gives me no extra trouble and accepts the papers gratefully.

Back at my desk, I now have a load of work I need to finish, meaning I’d be pulling an all-nighter at the office for the first time. I sighed, clasping my face in my hands, just wanting to scream into them.

It was dark in the office, practically midnight at this point and I just wanted to finish. I had hoped to be alone, but somehow my luck just kept getting worse because Micheal had decided to punish Luke for one of his pranks un-related to me and had him finish some extra work that left us both here together. Neither of us acknowledged the other, keeping to ourselves. Which somehow made the air in the room feeling suffocatingly dense and thick. The tension rising even more, to the point the air was so stale I took my sweater off, despite the blasting AC on all the time.

I must have been cursed today because you wouldn’t believe what happened next. I finished my work and just as I stood, so did Luke. At that moment we both stood at our desks, glancing at each other in silence as our glowing computer screens dimly illuminated our faces a bit. Both of us had unreadable expressions before eventually we made the move to start heading to the elevator.

We both stood there, waiting for it to come for what felt like forever, the time dragging on and on to the point where my palms began to sweat from how tight my fists were. The air was even more dense, yet dry, making my throat almost choke and force out a desperate cough which would have worsened the awkward feeling between us.

We had never actually fought like that before. Everything was always so unserious between us, but I guess I was so stressed I just…lashed out. I wanted to apologize, but as soon as I opened my mouth the words got stuck.

I looked up to see how far the elevator had climbed and that’s when I realized. The elevator lights were off. It wasn’t moving to any floor. It was stuck or off. I panicked, not knowing how to explain to Luke, or even knowing if he was thinking the same.

“Hey..Luke..um..” I choked out in a soft voice that felt kind of off and hoarse.

No response. I struggled to swallow as my throat became some tight.

“I—I think the elevator..isn’t coming..” I finally managed to say in a normal tone, not even bearing to look at him as I spoke.

“I think..we’re..”

“Trapped.” He finished for me in a monotone.

“Yeah..” My eyes flashed quickly to glance at him. And that’s when I noticed he had been staring at me calmly the whole time, his brow slightly furrowed like something was really bothering him. It was somber. Guilt saueezes my heart and I finally begin to turn to him, my mouth falling open as I spoke.

“Luke, look, I—I’m sorry I lashed out earlier I—“ I stuttered, my expression melting painfully.

My words were instantly cut off when he leaned down and placed a passionate kiss against my lips that probably held for longer than it should have. My brain scrambled and I became stunned again. I could feel the burn of my face getting flushed, luckily it was too dark for him to see it, despite the minimal dim lighting from the moonlight in the windows.

“I—what—“ I stuttered, the words slipping past me.

“I don’t care.” He said almost sternly. It was an intense tone that triggered the dormant butterflies in my stomach to flutter and beat against it. “I just want to know how you feel about me—really. Because…I like you, Y/N, a lot. Ever since I met you.” He said, a passionate and painful expression painted his face as he loomed over me. Searching my eyes for answers as he poured out his heart.

“I think…I like you too..” Was all I had to say in response, time seeming to slow even more even with the pounding of my fluttering heart rushing in my ears.

We just stared at each other in the eyes for a long pause, not sure of what to do next. When to make the next move. What to say. It was a new tense air, one that caused both of us to lean into each other eventually and give into our desires.

Our mouths quickly met in a deep kiss and my hands instantly found his hair as he grabbed onto my waist, pushing and pulling each other like magnets until we stuck against the wall beside the elevator and he pinned me against it. He broke the intense kiss, a web of drool attached between our now swollen lips as he pulls away to plant wet, tender kisses on my neck.

He definitely left a few marks, on purpose. Asshole.

I couldn’t stay mad for long though when he tore open the buttons of my dress shirt tucked into my skirt and revealed my lacey bra underneath, letting my breasts hang out of the cups in a auick attempt to release them as one of his large hands cups the swell of my breast, his finger pinching and rolling the rosebud nipple tenderly and sending shivers down my spine.

I let out a few breathless moans as my head leaned back against the wall. I felt his suit-pant-clad hard-on roll against my thigh, grinding against it in hopes of any relief from the aching restraint.

I couldn’t even attempt to reach for him before he began bunching up my skirt around my waist, my bag now lazily thrown to the floor as I let it slide off my shoulder. I gasped sharply when he ripped open the bottom of my tights to reached my now soaked panties eagerly.

I didn’t even have time to think when he sunk knuckles deep inside my drooling cunt, twisting and massaging them just right, making me cry out in melodic whimpers and moans that he seemed to relish in as he growled lowly, sucking on my clavicle and kissing my neck again. He sucked onto me like a leech as he used the pad of his thumb to tease my swollen clit while he fingered me breathless.

My knees trembled, threatening to give way, but his grip on my waist kept me upright. I felt the flutter of the beginning of my orgasm and let out a sweet moan.

“Ah~wait, stop! I’m goh~nha!” I whimpered, reaching out a swift hand to his wrist, trying to pull him away.

Luckily, he removed his fingers, staring into my eyes as he brought them to his lips and licked them completely clean, moaning like I was the heavenliest thing to ever taste.

“Not yet, baby..” He cooed, explaining in a deep whisper, hot against my ear.

He quickly freed himself from his pants and boxers, pulling it out through the top and letting it slap out against his stomach over the waistband. He was bigger than I expected as I stared in slight awe between us, precum leaking heavily from his angry tip, dripping down his twitching shaft.

Luke smiled proudly to himself as he noticed me staring. I expected him to say something witty, but I guessed he could hardly wait, because he just put both of his hands under my thighs and lifted my legs up to his shoulders, pressing and folding me against the wall as he lined up.

I was so wet that he easily sunk in as his tip pressed forward and he instantly groaned as he bottomed out, and I let out a pathetic whimper as his tip kissed my cervix.

“Fuck…you’re so…fucking…good..” He struggles between groans as he begins to pick up a steady pace, slowly thrusting into me faster, using his grip on my ass to slam our hips together. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders tightly, my fingernails digging into the back of his dress-shirt as I moaned shamelessly at each deep, carnivorous thrust.

“F-Fuck! O~Oh, fuck!” I whimpered loudly, my voice trembling.

He kept groaning and letting out strained erotic sounds in my ear, huffing with each thrust as he pounded into me like it would be the only time. Like he had waited so long and wasn’t ready to give it up.

My legs shook in his grip, my toes clenching in my heels. I was practically drooling as I became completely clouded by lust, my brain fogged with only the thought of his cock ramming into me and sending shockwaves through my body.

“F-fuck! Such a good girl…taking me sho good baby~” He praised as he continued rutting into me.

I practically screamed as I clenched around him, my muscles fluttering and spasming as I came hard on his cock. He quickly followed suit at the clench of my gummy walls and spilled inside me, warm and thick. He rode out both of our highs, slowing his desperate thrusts.

He carefully let me down off his shoulders after we had a minute to catch our breath and come back to reality, helping me pick up my things and fix my clothes he had basically shredded. My hair was completely disheveled as well, sticking to my face sweatily.

The elevator was still off, so we had to wait. But the air now felt clearer and fresh. I felt less awkward around him, regardless of the fact we just fucked our brains out. We spent the rest of the night sitting next to the elevator, waiting to see if it would come back on. During that time we talked for hours.

Eventually we fell asleep on each other’s shoulders and everyone came into work the next day see the display, Micheal was the only one who dared to bother us.

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[f1nalboys]

Did You Mean It? - Bo Sinclair

Bo Sinclair x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 819

WARNINGS: nsfw, breeding, dubcon, daddy kink (bo refers to himself as daddy multiple times), mommy kink (bo refers to reader as mommy once but not sexually, just in reference to becoming a mom), talk about getting pregnant (bc duhhh), some teasing from bo. kinda proofread. lmk if i missed any tags!

Bo’s tongue runs along the warm flesh of your neck as he pumps his cock inside you. Your body was beginning to ache, your leg muscles cramping from the position he’s held you in for the last half an hour. “F-fuck,” Bo grunts, his breath warm. His voice cracks as he speaks, his hips sputtering. “You’re so fuckin’ tight, sweetheart, gonna cum nice and deep inside you.”

You wince at a particularly deep thrust, your hole clenching tightly around him, and he mistakes it for affection. He always did. You did too sometimes. You feel the hot breath of his laughter before you feel it rumble from his chest, your legs thrown over his shoulders. “Yeah, that’s right, darlin’. Daddys got you, he’s gonna fill you up nice and full, let you carry around his seed. You want that, right?” He asks and you cry out, the stretch of his cock almost too much. You’re not sure why it still hurts after all this time, but a part of you wonders if you like the pain a little too much to accommodate it. “You wanna carry my baby, darlin’?”

Your eyes widen as he asks, feeling his cock twitch inside you. He never spoke like this. In the entire time of you being here in Ambrose - was it weeks or months? Maybe a year? - Bo avoided the topic of family like the plague. You remember asking him once if he ever wanted children, and you remember how hard it was to sit afterwards. His thrusts speed up and you cry out in pain, his cock ramming into you with renewed fervor. Your cunt squeezes around him tightly and he grunts, the noise low in his throat. A growl. A sharp reminder of who he is. 

“Yeah? You fuckin’ want it too, don’t you? Right, Y/N?” He asks, grunting in between each word. He moves his head from the crook of your neck, a flash of appreciation in his eyes as he takes in the hickies and bite marks he had littered across your skin. His blue eyes are dark when he looks at you, sweat glistening off his forehead. “Say it. Say you want my baby and I’ll fuckin’ give it to ya’.” He says and you know he’s close.

You realize you are, too. It was so much easier to feel your own pleasure when you knew Bo was feeling it too. 

“I… I want your baby, Bo. Please.” You stammer out, panting. It felt like the pleasure had hit you out of nowhere, knocking the wind out of you, making you feel all of it at once. There was no growing pit in your stomach and no warning. “Holy shit,” you say, eyes widening as you look up at him. He smiles and you wonder briefly if you’ve ever told him how handsome he was. “I-I’m gonna cum.”

Bo moans, his hands grabbing ahold of your face to keep you looking at him. “Good. Fuck, fuck yeah, cum around my cock, sweetheart, milk me.” He shudders, his eyes squeezing shut. “A-Always heard that it sticks better when you cum too.” He says before he groans loudly, pushing the entire length of his cock inside you as he cums. You feel him spill inside you, gasping at the sheer amount, before your own orgasm rips through you. He whimpers, a noise you rarely got from him, as your pussy clenches around him, making sure you got every drop. “Fuck, you’re so god damn tight.”

Bo catches his breath as you ride out your high, grinning down at you in a way that makes you close your eyes, embarrassed at the intensity. You grunt when he moves your legs off of his shoulders, your muscles tense as they flop back against the bed, his cock still stuffed inside you. “Did you mean it?” You ask quietly, your voice unsure in the dark room. You don’t need to open your eyes to see Bo tilt his head to the side, humming. “About… about giving me your baby?”

His laugh makes you shiver. His finger runs down your cheek as he tsks, mocking. “Aww, are you worried I was lying, darlin’? Worried daddy wasn’t gonna make you a mommy, that I wasn’t gonna give you a baby?” He asks, his voice cruel and low. Your eyes open to look up at him and they widen slightly; you had expected a cruel and teasing grin, but the look on his face was far softer than you had come to know. His usual frown lines were smoothed over, a small smile on his face. He leans down, kissing gently along your cheek and jaw before he settles them right next to your ear. “I meant it, sweetheart. And I’m not done just yet.”

His hips rock forwards slightly and you whimper from overstimulation, your cunt pulsing.

“I’m gonna make sure it takes.”

[waklman]

Glue Song (Pt. 1)

summary: jake tries to keep your existence out of rooster’s knowledge. (friends to lovers, pining)

pairing: jake seresin x female reader

warnings: negative self talk

a/n: haven’t wrote in awhile but glue song by beabadoobee and tgm brought me back...ugh i can't i love pining jake.

word count: 2.5k

next part

“I respect the guy, but he is out of his damn mind.” You watch as Jake momentarily pauses his rambling to take another chug of the latte you brewed for him. 

“Maverick must’ve hit his head while landing during the last mission. Yeah, that must be why.” he concludes, almost entertaining himself, imagining all the ways the old guy could have begun to lose his sanity.

If Jake wasn’t so annoyed, he would have laughed at the made up scenarios playing out in his head. And of course, voicing them to you afterwards so you could laugh with him.

Noticing that some of the neatly decorated whip cream from his drink had found a new home on his freshly shaved face, you wet your hands in the sink and mindlessly reached over the kitchen island to wipe at his sticky chin. 

He blinks back at you, the annoyed expression on his face faltering at your touch.

“There was whip cream on your face. You hate when things get on your skin.” you carefully whisper, pulling your hands back to begin cleaning the dishes again. 

Worry began to brew in your stomach, you might’ve crossed a boundary. 

After processing what happens, Jake just hums, pursing his lips at you in thanks.

Your body unravels at the notion, the tense muscles of your shoulders relaxing itself.

Jake watches you intently, eyes scanning over every detail of you. 

There is a beat of silence as you two acknowledge each other. Your eyes meet in silent conversation. So touching Jake’s face was allowed, you two had agreed without having to say a thing to each other. 

As if nothing happened, Jake regains his posture and furrows his eyebrows together once more, signaling that he’s ready to continue his stream of complaints–this becoming a new routine for you two on weekends where you are both off from work. 

You couldn’t help but to smile to yourself in moments like these. Moving to San Francisco on your own was not an easy decision. Stability has always been something you craved, even if it meant not putting yourself first. But it quickly wore you out with time. You had a job you were unhappy with, shitty friends who you had kept around for the sake of having a social life, essentially trading in your sanity for the sake of stability. The knowledge that this might be how your life would span out, left you disoriented. 

That one fateful summer was when you had decided it was time for a change, despite the fact it made you sick to your stomach to do something so sudden, especially all on your own. But, maybe a new location is just what you needed. 

When you first arrived, reality hit you like a truck. All you felt was immense regret, you had no friends, you’re making less money now, and you didn’t know your way around San Diego at all. This wasn’t something you were used to, causing the doubts of your rash decision to eat at you whenever you had a moment to think to yourself. You should’ve never done this. 

And as if your guardian angel saw your internal struggle, they sent Jake on your trail to ease all of it. All it took was his odd obsession with the way you specifically made his vanilla lattes, to keep him around—following your every move like he was tethered to you. 

After a while Jake found himself not only sticking around for your applaudable barista skills, because there was you. Jake never realized he could possibly laugh so hard that it hurt until he started talking to you during his morning coffee runs. Before you, he had always thought that was just an expression–how was it possible to laugh that hard? And like any other guilty pleasure Jake had, he couldn’t help himself in indulging in you, not wanting to share you with anyone else. 

After flight training, he’d unconsciously rush out of the locker rooms without saying goodbye to anyone in order to catch you after your shift. Just so he could walk you to your car as he accidentally bumps into you outside. 

And as the weeks flew by, your shared activities quickly branched out from just friendly morning chats and Jake walking you to your car. 

Now you found yourself spending weekends with him, where you had continued to make his coffee for him, but now just inside in the comfort of your own apartment. Playful conversations were had every morning, with you behind the counter and him seated across from you grinning ear to ear from hearing your laughter that he evoked from you. This became permanently ingrained into both your weekly routines. His excuse being that he can’t physically survive if you weren’t the one making him his morning coffee, so he obviously has to come see you every weekend. It was a no brainer, he told you. 

“He is ridiculous.” he affirms once more before bringing his lips back around the rim, being more careful to not get his drink onto his face this time.

Although it might have seemed like he was rambling to himself, you had been nodding and quietly reacting to every statement he made thus far–assuring him that you were paying attention to him. 

“That's funny, coming from the guy who was growing a whip cream beard one second ago.” you inquired.

“When did you stop being so nice to me?” he sulked, something he was specifically raised to never do. His father would have had a stroke if he knew his 30 year old son was habitually sulking now. But it couldn’t be helped, you drew out new behaviors from him, that he never felt ashamed about doing. 

“If I knew you were like this, I would have never pestered you at work in the first place.” Though, Jake knew that if his day had been reset from the first day you two met, he’d undoubtedly pester you every single time. 

“That’s too bad, isn't it?” You flicker some water on your finger tips at him. 

“Hey, watch it missy.” he flinches, bringing a protective palm to hover over his drink. 

“So, let me get this clear-” you redirected the conversation back to its original course. 

Jake quickly shifts his attention away from the state of his drink and back to you. 

“So Maverick..” he nods, confirming that you got his callsign right. 

“...wants you and your co-worker Rooster to spend time together outside of work. At least once a week?” you cautiously recall what he told you.

“Yeah, isn’t that horrible?” he puffs his chest in defiance, expecting you to readily agree with him. 

“Can’t be that bad though, right? Shouldn’t you two be working on becoming good friends, especially now that your dagger squad is an official detachment now? You’ll be seeing a lot of each other from now on.” you expressively shared your final thoughts with him.

He silently watches you rinse off the dishes as he soaks in what you said, with his brows pinched tightly together. You were right, he knew that. 

“We get along fine, we’re kind of cool with each other after that first mission. Why be best buds?” he deflects. 

“I want you to have more friends, Jake. Give it a shot.” you attempt to encourage him, while placing his dishes onto the drying rack carefully.

“I have you and Javy.” 

“But you can also have Rooster. And who knows, maybe everyone else on the squad too.” you offered up with a smile. 

“I have a week to plan our first bonding session.” Jake threw up his fingers in two sarcastic quotes. 

“Cute. So like a date?” 

You grinned widely watching Jake’s face fall flat. 

“God. Please.” he scoffs, trying to fight off the smile making its way onto his face. 

“Never call it a date, I’m begging you angel.” Oh. The endearment slipped from his mouth and Jake looked slightly mortified. 

Well, it’s not like you weren’t an angel in his eyes anyways, he thought.

Ignoring the flush of heat rushing to your ears, you attempt to casually brush over what he said. 

“How about. I lend you a hand, just this once.” Jake’s ear almost perks at your statement, instantly recovering from his slip up.

“I’ll set something up for you two down at the shop after I close up, all you have to do is show up.”

“Only question is, if you trust me enough with something like that.” 

Of course I do, he thinks. 

Jake wishes he could extract the part of your brain that made you doubt yourself so much. The blond couldn’t think of anything he wouldn't trust you with. And he’d seen you do it so often–second guess yourself, and he hated it. He hated how it made him feel–sick at the thought that you could possibly not believe in yourself. 

“If I didn’t, would I be sitting here defenseless at your place?” He flashes his dimples at you in a reassuring smile. 

Adoration fills you completely at the sight of him, his tousled morning hair and the creases set under his eyes, marked by his smile makes you glad you decided to take residency here. This feels right, Fightertown feels right. He feels right.

“You’re lucky my love language is acts of service, Jacob Seresin.”

“Mine is physical touch.”

“Gross.” 

“Don’t believe me? Come here.” he raises his brows teasingly, getting up from his seat, making his way towards you. 

“No. Stay back.” you panic, swatting away his already outstretched arms. 

“So…what do we think?” you were basically jittering from where you stood, a poor attempt at holding back your overflowing excitement. 

The two naval aviators stood side by side in front of you, almost mirroring each other perfectly. Expressions unreadable, hands on their hips, lips pursed and side eyeing each other—urging the other to speak first. Javy directs Jake to say something first by lifting his chin at him as Jake deadpans his best friend in response.

Between you and the pair of pilots sat a small table you manage to drag in the center of the cafe with a candle flickering in the center, surrounded by an array of chocolate croissants that you knew Jake had an insatiable craving for. The rest of the table was cramped with random assortments of new Valentines recipes you had been testing–and who better to try them than your reliable Jake and his new friend that you would assume to be in equal size as him. 

And how could he possibly crush your excitement and tell you this looks absolutely terrifying, and that he would rather do 300 pushups under the unforgiving sun than sit at this romantic table and feast on your heart shaped cookies with the likes of Rooster. 

“Well,” Coyote begins, not noticing the pointed glare Jake shoots at him. 

Jake observes you begin to shrink in front of his eyes at Javy’s tone and immediately slaps his palm over his friend’s mouth, panicked at what he’ll start to say. 

Javy stiffens, shocked that his germophobic friend had even put his hand on his face, recalling all the times Jake complained that Javy should start using cleanser for his “oily” skin. Jake even once swore he would rather eat dirt than touch Javy’s face after seeing sweat drip down his face after their first morning run together. 

“It's perfect” he swallows back any sign of hesitancy under your careful gaze.

You know he’s lying for your sake. Although he sounds sure, you could see the prominent vein in his neck protrude, a tell tale sign that he’s feeling pressured. 

“Jake..” the uncertainty in your voice makes him want to double over. Your shoulders have already slumped, his eyes frantically watching as your cardigan start to slip down your arms, exposing your bare shoulders. 

Javy’s mouth parts as he watches Jake take a big step over to you, gently pulling the sleeves of your knit cardigan up to your shoulder blades again. His hands slowly moving down to your wrist, nervously playing with the cuffs of your sleeves. 

Javy’s heart briefly swells at the sentiment, but he knows what he has to do. Jake would thank him for this later, he hopes. 

Although Jake has to be the most horrifyingly fearless pilot Javy knows, when it boils down to situations like these–he knows his best friend needs a push in the right direction or else he’ll never take the leap of faith. 

Javy pulls himself together.

“Admit that you hate it, Hangman” he speaks up, interrupting the moment.

Bewildered, Jake snaps his neck to face Javy from where he stood in front of you. 

“I do not hate it.” his southern accent is now present from being provoked. 

Javy feels glad for once that Jake is so stubborn. 

“So you’ll happily sit here with Rooster?”

“Yes.” He answers almost immediately.

“Can we join you too?” Javy quickly shoots the question.

“Of course” he answers, right away.

Javy practically glows at the sight of Jake’s eyes shooting wide open, caught off guard by his own reply. 

“Perfect. Rooster can hang with all of us.” Javy proudly grins. 

Something unfamiliar swirls at the pit of his stomach. You, Javy, and him hanging out? Sure. That's fine, as long as he sits between you two. But You, Javy, him, and Rooster? It’s unpredictable. 

When a bird flies straight into his jet unexpectedly, he can handle that–he can predict the outcome. When his jet is jeering towards a canyon and his eject button doesn't work, that’s fine he can predict his next move to get out safely. But the idea of you and Rooster in the same room makes his head spin out of control. Jake feels like his soul shifts out of his body for a moment.

“That’s a great idea Javy! Maybe we can sit in on this hangout so Jake is less nervous too.” you chime in, grabbing Jake’s hands sweetly, swinging them side to side to soothe his nerves. 

His head lowers to watch the way your small hands grip at his own calloused ones–playfully swinging your arms left to right in unison in the small space between the two of you. His eyes soften at the sight.

“I want to hear what you guys think of my new recipes too..” you add on, shyly smiling up at Jake–silently asking if that was okay with him. 

It's a done deal. He can’t take back what he says. Not when you're staring up at him like this, looking so tooth achingly sweet in his favorite white dress that you own.

“Yeah let’s do it..” he gulps.

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Hii can I request something with jealous Megumi and Gojo it can be spicy or fluffy as much as you wantt. Btw i adoreee your writting <333

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How JJK men act when they're jealous

Pairing: Gojo x reader; Megumi x reader

Word Count: 3,2k (how lol)

Warnings: Gojo part escalated again and isn't that much about jealousy, language, mini mentions of intercourse

Gojo Satoru

„Urgh, this shit is so annoying. At least you’re looking hot next to me, Babe”, Satoru signs while casually placing an arm around your waist.

It really is annoying. The two of you were sent out in order to find a man who might have important information regarding three of Sukuna’s fingers. And there he stands, casually in a white suit while sipping on his glass of wine and talking to random women. But is this really the right way? After all, you smuggled into this extravagant event that seems to involve only the richest of the rich around Tokyo.

“We’ll never get to him by just standing here together”, you breathe out.

No, with all these women surrounding him, there’s absolutely no chance to start a conversation randomly. You pull up your black sleeves and look around. Damn, how pathetic these women are, roaming around as if they’re looking for meat. Some of them even tried to seduce Satoru, even though you’re standing right by his side. Well, you can’t blame them though. He’s looking absolutely delicious in his elegant black suit, probably the most eye-catching man they have ever seen.

“Maybe I need to join the fray too”, you suggest, eyes darted towards a random girl in a scandalous short dress who caresses the man’s chest.

“You? You don’t belong there, (y/n). I don’t want you near that disgusting old fart”, Gojo hisses through gritted teeth, his grip around your waist tightens.

“Too bad that’s kinda the job today. Listen, you are my boyfriend, but right now I need to seduce that man. You want to stop this madness too, right?”

Satoru signs audible, his jaw so tense that it might snap.

“But you look so good in that black dress babe”, Satoru mutters.

“And I do that just for you, okay? Just please, let me do my job darling.”

“I could rip out his fingers one by one until he tells me the truth, y’know”, he breathes against your ear.

You can’t help but let out a little giggle. It’s always like that. Satoru is so possessive over you that it’s making your life hard sometimes. As if he doesn’t know that he’s walking sex himself, as if your heart wouldn’t belong to only him.

“Come on, we both know you’d never do that. How do I look?”

You push your skin tight black dress up to make your cleavage look even better, fingers caressing the soft fabric so that it falls perfectly. Everything has to appear right. You want to get this mission over with as soon as possible.

“You’re always looking gorgeous”, he murmurs offended, bright blue orbs looking you up and down behind his sunglasses.

“Don’t make such a face, I’ll be back as soon as I have what we want. Maybe roam around in the meantime and look for sweets?”, you suggest kindly.

“You’re the only candy I want, babe.”

His words alone send goosebumps down your spine. God, this man will be your death, you just know it. But for now, you need to straighten your back, stick out your chest and swing your hips on your way to the old man who is the key to Sukuna’s disgusting fingers.

“I’ll be back in a minute”, you hush and get going.

It isn’t hard for you to catch his attention. To be exact, the second he lays his eyes on your delicious curves covered by an elegant black gown all the women around you seem to be gone. His gaze almost eats you up alive. God, how sickening. You want nothing more than a hot bath with Satoru with some Netflix and chill. But this has to wait.

“I have to admit, this is a very nice party”, you purr while showing him your most seductive red-lipped smile.

“Nice to hear coming from a woman that wasn’t even invited”, he remarks, a playful grin creeping up his old face.

“What a woman doesn’t do to put on a dress and act like a princess for an evening.”

You can see the way his eyes darken at the sound of your oh so sweet voice. Wow, if you weren’t a jujutsu-sorcerer you would definitely have become an actress.

Satoru can hear every word you sing-sang at that old fart in front of you, he can sense the way he’s longing to touch your delicate features. God, how much he would love to storm over, slap him away from you and get home. But he shouldn’t. He knows he can’t do that. You insisted on him staying in the background, you want to do this on your own-

“A woman like you doesn’t have to pretend to be a princess. You look like a queen, darling.”

Darling. Did he just call you by your nickname? His skin begins to tingle in hot anger, eyes piercing through the man hazardously. No one is allowed to call you darling expect him. No. one. Who does he think he is? Just because he has a shit ton of money.

“Then I’m a good fit for you. There’s actually something you could do for me, I want something you have”, you continue, your voice intoxicating Gojo’s thoughts.

You never talked like that to a man apart from him. That old fart doesn’t deserve the attention you give him, he doesn’t deserve that you even look his way. You should lay in Satoru’s arms light now, his hands gently stroking your hair while he admires how gorgeous you look.

“If you want something I have, you will have to give me something in exchange I fear.”

You knew this would happen. Looking good and flirting isn’t enough for men like him. In fact, you can tell by a glimpse into his old eyes what he wants. He desires to be alone with you, in a distant room far away from the crowds. The thought alone makes your gut twist in disgust. God, if he touches your body you might throw up. Do you really have to do this? Is this the only way to get a hold of Sukuna’s fingers before the enemy finds them? Fuck, what are you supposed to do?

“What do you have in mind?”, you hum, voice not giving any hint of your thoughts.

He lets out a deep chuckle, hands gliding in your direction.

“I say we’ll discuss this matter more privately, what do you think?” he murmurs.

This mission is very important, everyone at Jujutsu High made that very clear. That’s why they sent you along with Gojo. You’ve never screwed up a mission, always keen to do your very best at stopping the madness of curses. You never fail, you never miss. Even if it means you have to make sacrifices. Even if it means that you have to sell yourself for some stupid information…

 Your gaze wanders to your gorgeous boyfriend, his jaw so tense that it could snap any minute, both hands balled into fists. How much he hates to see you like that, on your way to a place where he can’t follow. But you just have to do this. He needs to understand that. Hopefully he does…

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

He elegantly extends his shriveled hand to you and leads you across the huge hall into a stairwell, away from the crowds and the reassuring eyes of Gojo. You are now on your own with that stranger in a room with a queen-size bed in the middle of his.

“Finally some privacy.”

The man places himself between you and the door, his eyes roaming over you as if you’re his prey. Fuck, you feel like fainting, screaming and crying at the same time. Over and over you tell yourself that this is your job, that you have to make sacrifices just like everyone else, that you don’t need to have a bad conscience. But as soon as your mind wanders to your boyfriend you aren’t so sure about all of that anymore.

“There is no need to rush though, you don’t even know what I want to talk about.”

Your voice is solid and confident, but you can definitely feel your knees going weak. Panic flickers through your mind as he locks the door with a swift motion.

“I don’t need to know what you want. You need to pay first before you receive any information from me”, he remarks, voice cold as eyes.

“And now come here and open my belt for me, will you?

You feel like crying, all of your confidence is washed away in the matter of seconds. You thought you are able to take it all if it means to complete your mission, that it doesn’t bother you to touch another man apart from Satoru in exchange for Sukuna’s fingers. But you can’t. The thought of his hands on your body sends shivers down your spine – not in the good way.

“I’m not here for sexual interaction.”

“Sure, that’s why you shove up your tits and swing your hips like that. Don’t be so prudish, I’ll give you what you want after you gave me what I want.”

You want to get out, as far away from his approaching figure and back into Satoru’s arms. But the only way out is locked. Fuck, what the hell did you get yourself into? Satoru…You will certainly not look at him the same after this. Never in your life you should have allowed that to happen. No mission in the world is worth losing your pride over it, your power over your own body. Screw Sukuna’s fingers, sooner or later Satoru will find them anyway. This was a bad idea right from the start.

“Are you finally coming here or do I have to force you?”

Your face goes pale in an instant, body too shocked to move an inch. The look in his eyes tells you that he’s not playing around. This man doesn’t give a fuck about whenever you want him or not. Fuck, you are an extraordinary jujutsu-sorcerer, your powers surpass him in every aspect. Why the hell is all you can do to stare at him with your doe eyes? Why don’t you fight back as soon as his hands burn against your bare skin? Why aren’t you screaming Satoru’s name?

“Get your dirty hands off my girlfriend.”

The split of a second is enough for Satoru to force himself into the room, bright blue orbs gleaming in thick anger.

“Get the fuck out, young man. Do I have to call security? You can have her when I’m done”, he old fart hisses into his face.

“I’m really trying to be a good person, but you are testing my patience, old man. I’ll say it one last time: Get. Your. Hands. Off. Her.”

Tears of shock, despair and relief begin to cloud your eyes while his grip around your shoulder tightens.

“Fine. I won’t hold back then.”

A little motion of Satoru’s pinky finger is enough to blast the man away from you. His figure slams against the wall, head instantly covered in crimson while Satoru rushes to your side.

“If you ever dare to touch my woman again I’ll kill you. Got it?”

 “Come on, fuck that information. Let’s get you out of here”, he gently mumbles against your ear.

Gently, he wraps his arm around your trembling shoulders and escorts you out of the enormous building into the comforting darkness of the night.

“I can’t believe I let this happen”, he snorts out, face completely twisted in fury.

Fuck the upper ranks and their senseless missions. You are his girlfriend, god damn. How could he let another man touch you, let alone be alone with you? The thought of this old fart and his dirty hands against your soft skin make his blood boil all over again. You belong to him only.

“It’s not your fault, Satoru. I thought I have to so this, that I’m a jujutsu sorcerer and the mission is always the most important. But…I can’t let another man apart from you touch me like that. It’s just not possible. You are the only one I want and need”, you blurt out, hot tears streaming down your face and ruining your perfect makeup.

God, how much he hates to see you like that. All of that for some fucking fingers? This has to be a joke. He is the strongest, if he can’t find them then who else can? Why do you have to feel miserable about something like that?

“And I promise you that I will never let another man touch you like this again. You are my girlfriend, my everything. (y/n) I-“

Desperately, he cups your face with his hands, forehead pressed against his. You close your eyes, take in this bittersweet moment. Satoru, the man you love more than the entire earth saved you again.

“I love you more than anything else. The thought of him being alone with you in this room killed me, I just couldn’t stand it. This will never happen again. You are my darling and mine alone, you hear?”

“I just wanna be yours, Satoru”, you breathe against his lips before he grabs your shoulders and kisses you so passionately that you feel like flying.

God, how much you loved this man. And moments like this make it very clear to you that he loves you too. Satoru Gojo would rather get into trouble with the elders than seeing you in the arms of another man.

“You are, darling. Let’s get home, shall we? Then I’m gonna show you how much I really love you…”

Megumi Fushiguro

He knows it’s absolutely dumb and ridiculous. You’ve been his girlfriend since three years, always by his side, not even the slightest interested in other boys. He just knows that you love him dearly, with all your heart. But why on earth does it hurt so bad to see you talking to this unfamiliar jujutsu-sorcerer? Why does it bother him so much to see him smile down at you and even worse, to witness you laugh at his completely senseless joke?

“Megumi, come here!”, you shout over your shoulder, smile as wide as ever.

He grumbles into himself. Megumi would rather die than to talk to this guy whose eyes are all over you and your gorgeous features. Who is this anyway? He never saw him around Jujutsu High, let alone on missions. So he can’t be that strong right? Surely, he isn’t any better than Megumi himself…Right?

“Don’t be shy! Come on!”

Your hand grips his arms tightly and shoves him into the direction of the stranger. Normally he adores the way you cling onto him – not today though, not in this situation when you force him to confront the guy who’s obviously flirting with you.

“Let me introduce you to my longtime friend Botan! Botan, this is my boyfriend Megumi!”, you introduce him with a proud grin.

Even Megumi escapes a little smile. Good, you called him boyfriend in front of this jerk. Then he should know where his place is.

“Your boyfriend? Are you sure about that?”, the unknown face replies, voice dripping in sarcasm while looking Megumi up and down.

“Come on Botan, stop the crap”, you giggle.

Megumi isn’t amused at all. In fact, he is absolutely furious. One look into this jerks eyes is enough to know that this statement wasn’t a dumb joke. Botan wants you, his girlfriend, his entire world.

“Yeah, stop the crap and get the fuck away before I make you.”

Your heart sinks into your chest, smile dropping immediately. One glance into Megumi’s face and the way the vein on his forehead pulsates is enough to understand that he is fueled with rage. And that almost never happens.

“You against me? I don’t want to beat you up in front of your ‘girlfriend’. Or wait, maybe she needs to see how I beat your ass to understand that I’m the better catch. You don’t deserve (y/n)”, Botan hisses back.

“Botan”, you breathe out outraged.

“Megumi has been my boyfriend for years! I love him dearly! Never in my life would I want to exchange him!”

“Look at him (y/n)! What does he give you, huh? He isn’t strong, he isn’t that handsome and from what I’ve heard he’s stone cold and introverted, you’re nothing like him! I’ve known you for more than ten years, when will you finally understand that I have exactly what you need?”

You are entirely lost at words, it seems like the world around you is collapsing. Of course you’ve been aware of his side-crush this whole time, after all he never made a secret out of it. But to hear it out of his mouth and even worse in front of your beloved boyfriend is terrible. Terrible and wrong.

Megumi shifts his weight besides you, figure now standing dangerously close to Botan’s. Your eyes widen in pure horror, terrified of what might happen next. You know all too well that your boyfriend is very good at making reasoned decisions – never hot-headed, never too hasty, never exaggerated. But the look in his cold blue eyes tells you otherwise. It seems like he’s only seconds away from completely losing it. The usual calm and collected Megumi you know suddenly seems so hot-headed.

“If that’s true, why is (y/n) my girlfriend since three years and I’ve never heard a single word about you? Do yourself a favor and leave us alone, especially (y/n). She is my girlfriend and will always be. A jerk like you won’t change that.”

He casually wraps his arm around your waist while still holding eye contact with Botan, who looks back and forth between the two of you.

“I love him, Botan. And that won’t change. We’ll never be a thing”, you clarify with soft voice.

“And now stop looking at her, we have a mission anyway. See you never.”

With that, Megumi turns on his heels, your frame in his tight grip, and leaves Botan standing in the dust.

“You are mine”, he hisses.

“Only yours.”

“Who does he think he is to take you away from me, huh?”, Megumi blurts out.

“Absolutely ridiculous.”

“(y/n).”

He grips your face and forces you to look at him. God, he looks so perfect, so turbulent, so…hot.

Instead of any other words, he simply presses his lips against yours. Your tongues intertwine with each other, you aren’t even able to catch a breath between the way he longingly gets lost in your mouth.

“I love you”, he mumbles against your lips.

You feel like drowning and flying at the same time, mind completely occupied by the hot-headed Megumi that seems to kiss you to death.

“I love you too, Megumi. More than anything else”, you whisper, hands gripping onto his biceps for dear life.

“More than him”, he speaks out, gaze now locked with yours as if he’s searching for the answer in your glossy orbs.

“A thousand times more than him”, you confirm.

“Good.”

And again, his needy lips crash against yours, remember you with every bite, every kiss and every hushed word that you are his.

Only his.

[waywardsou2]

Logan Howlett X Coverartist!MaleReader

Summary: Logan didn't even know why he went to this stupid concert. It was so damn loud and his senses were overwhelmed. Not to mention the only available place was in the mosh pit with all the sweaty chaotic bodies swarming around him. It sucked.

Word count: 1k+

Tags: concert, implied past trauma, strangers bonding, no dialogue, implied M! reader

Logan didn't even know why he went to this stupid concert. It was so damn loud and his senses were overwhelmed. Not to mention the only available place was in the mosh pit with all the sweaty chaotic bodies swarming around him. It sucked. But all he wanted was a distraction.

He pushed himself to the front of the crowd up against the fence that kept a gap between the stage and the crowd. He hoped maybe up here he could find some respite but everywhere he turned there were just more bodies. At least the music was loud enough to drown out everything else. Every other voice and memory in his head.

Maybe that's why he came here. To drown the voices, push their head under the water of sound and hold them there until they suffocate.

It was something. The music was pumping a song he didn't quite recognise but the best filled his ears so it was better than nothing.

He watched you and your band on the stage. This song was more tame than ones you had in your arsenal so you weren't jumping around like usual. More bopping back and forth to the beat as the notes rang clearly from your mouth.

You and your band were a cover band specifically but you were notorious for coving songs like you were the original band. You finished the last note of Adele's 'Fire to the Rain' before the music died down. The crow cheered for your performance and you held up the hand with a microphone in it. They cheered louder as you smiled, your chest heaving with the effort of pulling full breaths of oxygen back into your lungs.

Your curls were gathering in large ringlets and sticking to your face as sweat had begun to cover your skin. It felt gross but it meant you were having a good time so you didn't mind. Your tank top stuck to your chest as well outlining the faint muscles you had underneath.

Your black loose jeans swayed around your ankles as you walked. You knew the next song that was coming on. This crowd was going to go nuts.

As your keyboard player began with the opening notes of 'Ride' by Twenty One pilots. The crowd began going wild. Even louder than before, if that was even possible.

But all Logan could do was watch as you took several deep breaths in. Re-warming up your lungs and abdomen for this next song.

This one he knew.

It was one he listened to often. Having been born in the 1800 he had heard a lot of music over the decades. But this was one he liked the most. Unlike his usual collection of 70s rock, jazz and mix and match 40s swing music, he loved it none the less.

He watched as you stared out over the crowd as you begun to sing. Your voice low but powerful. Full of life and emotion as you let each word roll off your tonge.

Your eyes scanned the crowd as they always did. Watching the faces of fans come together to form a symphony of joy and excitement. The feeling would never get old. As your eyes fell to the front of the stage you saw a man. Couldn't have been older than 30 with wicked mutton chops, a crisp leather jacket and brown eyes that were such a beautiful shade you were sure someone had carved then out of an oak tree. His hair was most intriguing if all. With the edges curled up into little waves. They almost looked like cat ears from up here.

He wasn't really your type. But you couldnt help but look at him and marvel at his looks. His body was tense but he gave the illusion of calm with his nonchalant demeanor. His arms resting on the metal fence that keep any unruly fans from you and your band members. As the song went on your eyes couldn't help but fall back to the man over and over.

His gaze was hard. But not cold. And every time you looked he was looking at you.

What were you thinking of course he was. You were performing on stage in front of a crowd, everyone was staring at you. As usual that thought gave you the shivers.

Slowly the tension in the song built up. The guitar and drums fell away with only the keyboard and synth left. Your vocals ringing clear and true like a church bell. As the song reached its peak you yelled out the long note. Singing with all of your heart. This song had always meant so much to you. Not that you knew exactly why. You bent over and closed your eyes as your voice strsined but didn't break to hit and hold the note.

Logan listened intently as the background music faded and your vocals rang out for the peak of the song. It was his favourite part. The one that helped him feel the most. Helped him to remember that he was human, mostly. With a heart that still beat like anyone else. It didn't matter that his bones were msde of Anamantium or that he had retractable claws not dissimilar to a Wolverines.

He watched as your eyes closed as you inhaled one last time ready for the long note. Something in him told him to breathe deeply. And before he knew it he was matching your tone and singing out the note a long with you. All other sound faded away except your harmonising voice. Your mezo alto with his bass. It's was beautiful the way your voices wrapped around eachother like a double helix of musical symphony.

For a moment the crowd completely disappeared. The floor emptied, no moshers in sight. Only concrete floor. No happy fans yelling from the bleachers. No strobe lights and fancy displays. Just you, Logan and your voices.

But as the notes fell away all of that came rushing back with a crash. The noise flooding back like a broken damn. People kicking his legs as they jumped and pressing up against him as they clumsily flailed around. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from you as you opened yours.

As you closed your eyes the last thing you saw was the man still standing by the fence. His own face beginning to scrunch with the effort of sounding out a note this long. He was singing with you. The two of you were singing. His voice mixed with yours. Despite the roar of the crowd you could hear it. His voice ringing loud and true along side yours. It was the only thing you could hear. Just the two of you. In perfect harmony.

The emotion of music had the power to pull the two of you together. It was strange and magical.

You finished the song and knew your gig was up for tonight. You hoped before the night was truly through, you would get to speak to the leather clad man from the mosh pit

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[krispycreamcake]

Reiji's perfect gift

From author: I'm gonna try just a tiny different writing style today sooo enjoy

Edit: I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF OH MY GODDDDDDD I POSTED THIS BY ACCIDENT AND TRIED TO CNP IT BEFORE I DELETED IT BUT IT ONLY GOT LIKE ONE SENTENCE. I AM LEAVING THE EARTH.

"Mmmm... That's- hnng- good..." I grunted out in relief as I felt their gentle fingers easily glide across my aching muscle, pulling and tugging until I could no longer hold in my voice. Just the feeling of them on my skin made me instantly fall into a state of relaxation and pleasure.

Once they were done, I rose up from the bed and rolled my shoulders. "Thank you, I do appreciate it." The words left my mouth as if butter had been smeared all over my lips. I turned around to face them, looking into their eyes. I wish I could've stayed longer but I had important duties that couldn't be dismissed.

Truth be told, I've been certainly stressed out these past few days with the events father had planned for us. Convincing my no good brothers was hard enough as it is to attend, but making sure they don't make a fool of the Sakamaki name would be the harder issue at play.

"Reiji? You're kinda zoning out, you ok?" I heard their voice and immediately snapped my attention back to them. I cupped their face with a gloved hand and grazed their cheek with my thumb. "It's nothing you should be worrying about. I'm just focusing on making sure everything turns out the way father expects it to." They quirk an eyebrow at me before giggling.

"What's so funny?" I ask. "Well if things turn out the way he expects it to, then wouldn't that be a disaster?" I grin as the joke registers to me. As much as I do appreciate the humour, it was just another reminder that without me, this family would completely fall apart.

"I suppose you're right. Truly I couldn't imagine them being on any kind of behaviour, so it'll be hard to make sure they're even on their best one." They look at me a bit despondent as if they know what has to happen now. "Goodnight. I do hope you have a good rest, if you need me, you know where to find me."

I watch as their hands grab onto mines, not saying a word. It would be so easy to ignore what must be done and just stay here with them, but I'm afraid that that's just not in my character. "Don't look so troubled, you'll feel my fangs soon enough."

"I watch as their expression changes from one of surprise to embarrassment. What a predictable human. "I assume that's why you're so against letting me go no?" As their unbelievable fibs reach my ears, I can't help but think about how I'm only wasting more time. I say my farewells and immediately head to the game room to check on my brothers.

"Really Ayato, you never fail to disappoint me." I watch as he freezes in his spot, pool table clutched in hand. "Shit.... Reiji." I sigh before crossing my arms. "I don't expect anything from you other than to slack off, but even then you prove to me time and time again that you cannot be trusted with anything. You can't even set an example for your younger brothers! You agreed to come to the gathering and claimed that you had read the event's guidelines, yet here you are lazing off and playing games! You understand the severity of your situation don't you? Of all of us? We are to present the family's greatest accomplishments over the years and yet we have nothing to show for it."

I fix my glasses as my voice grows Stern and tense. "Tch- why don't ya take that damn stick outta your ass and have fun for once? Isn't today supposed to be your special day?" If I didn't have more important things to attend to, I'd slap that imprudent little boy across his face. Where does he honestly get the audacity to speak to me of all people like that?

"You know that as vampires, our birthdays are rather pointless and tiresome to celebrate. I am not some weak mortal that needs to be pitied for having gained another year to my age. Kanato, your advanced math class is having a meet-up tomorrow, you will be attending. Laito, I've arranged for you to be giving a tour in the demon world where you'll be teaching others about our history and culture, all your notes and resources are on your desk. Ayato, you have been designated to attend tomorrow's ball along with Subaru. You all have your work cut out for you so I don't expect anyone to be slacking off."

They luckily knew I wasn't asking but still, neither seemed pleased to be bossed around. "I think I'd rather die than have an old guy like you tell me what to do you know." Laito spoke with firm determination, I could see it in his face and sense it in his voice, no matter how smooth of a tone he may put on.

"These are not my wishes, I am simply carrying out our duties and making sure you low-lives don't drag the Sakamaki name through mud." I quickly spat back at him. Why must they oppose every single thing I say? I'm doing this for them! I sigh before taking my leave.... Until I heard Kanato murmur something under his breath.

I snapped my head towards him. "Speak up, it's rude to mumble, you're no longer a child anymore Kanato." I watched as Kanato looked at the floor, fiddling with that teddy bear of his before finally speaking up with such dead eyes.

"Teddy and I think that you should just leave if everything's such a bother to you.... You don't care about us anyway, but I can't say that we all don't feel the same! Uuu..... You want to abandon us, leave us here to rot!" I was almost taken aback before Kanato started to sniffle and cry like a child that lost its mother.

I once again adjusted my glasses before giving them all a stern look. I head back to my room to review the letters we received after a certain good-for-nothing let them stack up without informing anyone that they were delivered in the first place.

Just as I climbed the stairs, I immediately noticed that they were there. Watching perhaps? Sometimes I just don't know what's going on with that person after it seems like I have everything figured out. "It's highly unbecoming to ease drop on other's conversations."

I chuckle as I watch them jump in surprise. I grabbed their hand before giving their wrist a slap with my index and middle fingers. They wince at the jolt of pain before yanking their arm away. But something wasn't right.... Their usual playful stature in moments like these, was replaced with what I could only concur as annoyance and anger.

"Is something the matt-" My ears were immediately assaulted by a loud berating. "How could you not tell me it was your birthday??? Are you insane?? We spent the entire day doing nothing! I could've made you a cake or something or- or I don't know! Get you a present at least! You told me 'not to worry about it' when I asked because it didn't matter!"

My face drops and I feel exasperation creep up on me. "Is that what this is all about? I believe you heard my explanation when I was speaking to Ayato, I won't repeat myself because you refuse to listen to anything that isn't what you want to hear. I've explained before that I'm busy, so if you don't mind, I'll be taking my leave."

I walk past them before things could escalate more. I tried to remain as composed as I could but everyone seemed to be additionally unintelligent today. Truth be told, I couldn't care less! My birthday? Ha..... What a joke, it should be forgotten and buried with that woman.

I turn the knob on my door and see my room in the state of a pigsty. I hurriedly closed the door as it let out a small slam. "Hm, it seems I've let this place get the best of me. I don't have time for tidying right now..... I need to-" I don't know what overtook me, or perhaps I did, but I slid down the wall and thre my head back, tears streaming down my face. What a fool I've been, running around catering to others and I shut them out when they try to do the same.

"Yes?" I look down to see them... But not just them. The triplets are outside as well and Subaru even. A warm yellow glow was radiating off of their face. Candles that were stuck inside a strawberry shortcake.... My eyes grew wide as I realized. I didn't say a word as I opened the door for all of them to come in. Ayato was the second to bolt inside holding a bottle of wine.

It's that damn person's fault! Ever since they got here, they've made my life hell! Their outrageous tendencies to check in on me, to care for me, to hold me! How could they..... Make me see my own flaws, make me feel this way? I hear a knock on the door and immediately stand up, drying my eyes and taking a second to breathe before opening it.

"Happy birthday dear Reiji~ happy birthday to you!" I unintentionally gave a small smile as I listen to all their uneven voices try to sing in harmony, it was absolutely awful. But I can't say I didn't enjoy it nonetheless. "Thank you all.... And I'm assuming this was your idea?" I asked them.

They tried to be humble but I knew they really enjoyed the praise they got from me. I opened the bottle of wine and poured everyone a glass, using the ones I keep locked away in my room. They all seemed surprised to see me bringing them out.

I can't remember how many drinks we'd all had, but when they kissed me.... I can't explain it. It was more sweet than any blood that I've ever tasted, more delicate than the finest of pastries. In fact, if it wasn't for that kiss, I don't think I'd recall that night at all.

I feel a presence behind me and before I could see who it was, they left. The only thing to indicate that there was someone there in the first place, was a small store bought card with the words 'happy birthday' written on it in an ugly font with bright colours. "Hmph, you really are good for nothing."

[inbloomwriting]

Everything to me - Chapter 1

Chapter one - Apple seed

Story Masterlist

Plot: Jamie Tartt is a lot of things: professional footballer, the island's top scorer .... sexually, extremly handsome. But one thing he never saw himself as was a dad. Too bad he has to deal with the consequences of his own actions. This fic follows reader and Jamie as they navigate life and turn from practially strangers to parents. Pairing: Jaime Tartt x female reader Warnings: Pregnancy, swearing, mentions of food and alcohol, slight mention of sexual intimacy (nothing graphic), strained/toxic parental relationship Notes: 5.8k words. I do not have a set uploading schedule. Please bear with me as I work on this story. I know hardly anything about pregnancy, all my information comes from google. Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated. I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please

"You never understood you're everything to me I just hope you know, the future in your heart Is just about to start"

The universe must be mocking her, (Y/N) is sure of that. This is all one big elaborate joke and any minute now Ashton Kutcher is gonna jump out from behind some bushes and tell her that she has been punkd. 

She had a plan, all neatly laid out and organized. Blue ink on white paper in a fancy leather-bound notebook. Like a professional adult would do it who has their life all figured out. 

Renovate the store and get it back up and running

Sell it for profit 

Pay back Mum and get the fuck away from everyone and everything that has ever made her feel unworthy

That was the plan and she was so fucking determined to stick to it for once in her life. So this must be a prank. This must all be one big misunderstanding.

But it’s not a prank, is it? It’s the consequences of her own damn actions.

Her heart is racing as she climbs the stairs up towards Rebecca Welton’s office. Her legs and feet are heavy, like concrete. Why is being honest with your friends so damn hard? 

It���s not just any friend either. It’s Rebecca. Rebecca who has always been in her life ever since (Y/N) was just a kid. Rebecca who is the only person (Y/N) ever looked up to. Why is being honest with her so terrifying?

You know why! 

Yeah, (Y/N) knows why. Because she doesn’t know what she’ll do if Rebecca hates her for what happened. Of all the people in the world, she needs Rebecca on her side. 

As she lifts her hand and knocks on the door of the office, (Y/N) wonders if this is what death row inmates feel like. Knowing the end is inevitable and it’s all your own fault.

“Come in” 

Taking a deep breath, she opens the door and steps into the room. 3 pairs of eyes look back at her but really, the only ones that matter belong to the beautiful blonde sitting by the desk.

“(Y/N), Hi. What are you doing here? Did we have plans? I thought you went back — “

“Yeah I — no, we didn’t have plans.” 

It almost kills her, that smile that Rebecca sends her way. The one that’s so warm and loving and that’s been a constant in her life for most of her childhood and teenage years coming from Rebecca. Rebecca living in that lovely white house next door with the rose bushes and the big windows. Rebecca who taught her how to do the perfect eyeliner wing, who passed down her coolest leather jacket to her, who held her hair the first time she got wasted and threw up in those very rose bushes. Rebecca who was the older sister she never had. 

She loves that smile it used to bring so much comfort to her. Now it makes her want to die. The girl she used to be, deserved to be on the receiving end of that smile. She doubts she still deserves it.

“Can we—” (Y/N)’s eyes dart around the room towards Higgins, then towards the other man. He’s the American trainer, Ted. She’s talked to him once very briefly and he seems so — nice. Genuinely nice. Not for the sake of being perceived as a good person but because he just is. “— do you think we could talk privately?” 

There’s a flicker of concern in Rebecca’s eyes and (Y/N) hates that she put it there.

“Oh, of course. Ted, Leslie, would you excuse us?” 

Everything’s a blur. They leave and (Y/N) thinks Ted makes some kind of pun but she doesn’t really recognize anything but the racing of her heart and the sour feeling in her stomach. Oh, fuck.

Rebecca sits her down on the big couch by the window, the one that’s meant for personal talks, not business. She’s so nice. Oh, she's too nice.

“Are you dying?” 

“I — uh, no.”

“Okay, good.,” Rebecca says letting out a sigh of relief. “Now that that’s out of the way, can I offer you some tea?”

(Y/N) shakes her head.

“Coffee?” 

She repeats the motion

“Champagne?” Rebecca asks, a perfectly shaped eyebrow raised in question.

God, wouldn’t she kill for a glass of bubbly right now. 

“No, I’m good. Can you just come sit down, you’re making me nervous.” 

Not only does she sit down, Rebecca’s hand immediately finds (Y/N)’s, holding on warm and tight. It almost pulls an ironic scoff from (Y/N)’s lips. Mum doesn’t know but even if she did, she’d never offer this kind of comfort to her. She never did. So for a second, she lets herself relish in the affection. Just one second. 

“Okay, now out with it.” 

She’s rehearsed this conversation so many times in so many different ways. Like a school presentation. Meticulously planned. Even added in pauses for questions and shit like that.

All of that has vanished, her brain is empty, her tongue made of lead. 

“I uh — look um. Do you remember when your dad died?” 

Of all the ways she could’ve started this talk, this is probably the worst of them all. Who says things like that?

Rebecca seems a little taken aback for a moment before nodding her head and suppressing a slight smile, one brought on by the absurdity of the question, not by joy. “I do, yes. Hard to forget if I’m being honest.” 

“Yeah, I would know.” 

“Yeah.”

“So that night I was obviously very emotional because it reminded me of my dad and all of that bullshit.” Tears are already threatening to roll down her face, sitting on her waterline waiting for the right moment to strike. It’s impressive she still has any left to cry since that’s all she did the last few days.

“That’s understandable. Oh, please tell me you didn’t force yourself to come and relive all of your pain just because you felt like I expected you there? If I knew it was so hard on you I —” 

This, all of this, is twisting the knife so much deeper. Leave it to Rebecca to search for a fault of hers in all of (Y/N)’s mess.

“No, Rebecca, it's nothing like that. I — I fucked up. I let it all get to me and because I’m, well — me, I got a little tipsy. Went outside to get some air and there was this guy. God, Rebecca, he had the saddest eyes. I just felt this weird connection so I sat next to him. We talked and talked and then ended up going to a bar and then to my place and then to my bed and well yeah.” 

She giggles. Rebecca really has the audacity to giggle at that. In her defense, she tries to hold it in but it does slip out eventually. 

“It’s not funny.”

“Is this why you’re upset? You slept with someone at, no wait, after my father’s funeral. That’s okay.”

“There’s more.” 

"Oh, what is it? Was it a footballer?” 

At the lack of a vocal response, Rebecca connects the dots.

“Alright. That’s — that’s not so bad. I was seeing a 21-year-old footballer. I don’t see what’s making you so upset about this.” 

“I’m pregnant.” 

“Oh shit.” 

Getting Rebecca to swear was always something (Y/N) found a silly sense of pride in. Rebecca with her perfect hair and outfits and manners. It felt like something so alien to her and yet that was (Y/N)’s favorite version of Rebecca. The one that’s as messy as you and me even if it’s just for a second.

“Yeah, shit.” 

It’s the first time she said it out loud. Rebecca is the first person to know, except for (Y/N) herself and her gynecologist. Her mother doesn’t know. 

The father of the baby doesn’t know.

Just her and now Rebecca.

“And I don’t know what to do. This wasn’t the plan. Fuck — please don’t be mad.” 

“Why would I be mad? ” 

There is an infinite warmth in Rebecca’s eyes. A warmth she always longed for coming from her own mother but never received. A warmth that seems entirely misplaced right now. 

“I fucked your employee. I used your dad’s funeral to make the shittiest of all shit decisions and now I come here unloading all of this on you because I, once again, don’t know how to get myself out of the hole I dug.” 

Soft hands wrap around (Y/N)’s shoulder and pull her in. Rebecca smells like expensive perfume and hairspray. All comforting and familiar. It’s nice, (Y/N) thinks, that despite everything falling apart in and around her, there is at least one constant in her life. 

“Were you really afraid of telling me or are you just afraid?” 

She’s so smart and so observant, sometimes it’s infuriating. 

“I’m so scared, Rebecca.”

Life doesn’t ask if you’re ready. It doesn’t ease you into things, slow and gentle. There are no training wheels, no floaties. Life happens whether you’re prepared or not. It’s nice to know that there are arms wide open for you to fall into, a hand to pull you out of the roaring sea as you’re just about to drown.

“You can always unload on me, you know that right? That’s what family is for.” 

All the willpower to stay brave and collected and not cry, all that vanishes with Rebecca’s words. Family. They’re family. Maybe not by blood but definitely by fate. By choice. 

Mum would’ve told her to suck it up, to stop crying, and to face the consequences of her own actions. Would’ve probably had an “I knew this would happen” or an “I told you so” on the tip of her tongue. There is none of that with Rebecca. She just accepts the tears soaking through her, no doubt, expensive blouse and softly strokes (Y/N)’s head. 

For a long time, there are no words exchanged. Some moments ask for calmness not conversation. There’s something deeply therapeutic about crying on the shoulder of someone you deeply trust.

“Can I ask?” Rebecca inquires with a gentle voice just barely louder than a whisper.

She doesn’t have to elaborate. There are only so many questions people have after you told them you had a one-night stand and ended up pregnant. 

“You’re gonna hate the answer.” 

A laugh falls from Rebecca’s lips, her breath tickling the top of (Y/N)’s head. “Don’t tell me It’s Jamie.” 

“Okay, I won’t then.” 

“Oh, (Y/N).” 

Where there should be disappointment in her tone, there is understanding, there is slight amusement but above all, there is deep and honest care. 

“ Can you blame me? Look at him. He’s sculpted by the gods and something about that silly little accent does it for me. I hate to admit it, I truly do.” 

“Does he know?” 

(Y/N) shakes her head, guilt and fear coursing through her veins.

“I don’t even have his number. I know hardly anything about the guy other than that he’s a footballer, that his ego is huge, and that he likes to cuddle after sex.” 

Rebecca’s eyebrows rise in surprise. “Does he? Huh.”

“Yeah, it was really cute actually.” 

For a moment she almost gets lost in the memories of that night, however hazy they might be. Jamie was fun and to an extent he understood. And there’s nothing quite as sexy as a man who is just as sad and messed up as you. Is it healthy? Absolutely not but (Y/N) never claimed to have a particularly healthy view on anything. 

“He works here, you know. In this very building. You can just pop down and tell him.” 

The way Rebecca says it makes it sound so easy. Like it doesn’t come with a shit load of guilt and fear and embarrassment. 

“Wait, I didn’t even ask and I just realized that’s very presumptuous and maybe a little rude of me — do you even want to keep the baby?” 

That’s the big one. The question of all questions. It’s the second thought that came to her head when (Y/N) saw the two lines on that fateful plastic stick. The first one being “Oh fuck.” It’s the question her doctor asked. It’s in all of the leaflets and informational reading she’s been handed.

“I’ve never thought about it before. I mean sure I thought about some hypothetical future but those dreams always changed depending on my mood. Now I’m here and I need to make a choice and It’s — It’s terrifying.” 

“But?” 

“But I think I do want it. I think I want to be a — a mother.” 

It’s a word that feels strange on her tongue, bitter and sharp. Like biting down on your cheek and tasting blood. Mother was never the warm comfort of a home. It was the cold hand on her shoulder, the icy glance of disapproval. 

Maybe mother can be something else. Maybe she can turn it into something sweet.

“I’m just scared. This wasn’t the plan, not right now at least, and not like this. I’m scared of doing it alone.”

“What in the world does that mean? Alone?” 

“I don’t expect Jamie to step up. I’d appreciate it, of course. But he has a brilliant career and so much going for him. Getting me, a one-night-stand, pregnant could ruin so much for him. I don’t ever want that.” 

“No,” Rebecca says and cradles (Y/N)’s face between her warm hands “I mean, you’re not going to be alone. No matter what Jamie says. You have me. And I can guarantee you that there are at least 10 other people in this building right now who will also have your back. Whatever happens, I can promise you that you don’t have to do this alone. And don’t sell yourself short, you have a career too!” 

Maybe the universe isn’t mocking her after all. And maybe this isn’t a punishment either. Maybe this is just life pushing her into the deep end. Thank god she has people to help keep her afloat.

(Y/N)’s eyes wander from the clock on the wall towards the door then back. Over and over again.

Every time the door opens and someone leaves the locker room, her heart speeds up. Maybe if she dies of a heart attack right here and now she won’t have to talk to Jamie. That sounds like the most reasonable reaction. Anyone would agree. Right? 

The boys all regard her with a sense of cautious familiarity. They know her face, know they’ve seen her before but can’t recall where much less put a name to her. 

Well, all of them but Sam. He greets her with that big signature smile of his, so full of joy and sunshine. Calls out her name and asks her about her day. Rebecca might have a point that there are more people here that care about her. Their conversation is brief but there is no doubt in her mind that if she were to call him any time of the day, Sam would drop everything and help her out. That’s just the kind of person he is. 

She wonders if that’s the kind of person Jamie is. 

Another glance at the clock. 2 minutes pass. The door opens once more.

Jamie is smiling when he steps into the hallway. His hair is wet, probably from the shower, and held back by that silly little headband of his. He’s wearing a ridiculously bright orange hoodie and obnoxious colorful sneakers. Everyone else would look absolutely ridiculous in this get-up. Jamie makes it work. It must be some kind of superpower. 

Or maybe he’s just so unfairly fit that it doesn’t matter what he’s wearing. Even naked he looks phenomenal.

Stop thinking about him naked, that’s what got you into this mess.

“Oh, hi!” 

He’s so nonchalant, so casual when his eyes meet her’s across the hall. And really, why wouldn’t he be? What they had was casual. A one-night thing, no strings attached. Just two slightly broken people finding solace in each other. That was all it was supposed to be at least.

(Y/N) feels the weight of the secret resting so heavy on her shoulders, she’s sure she’ll collapse underneath it any second now. 

“Jamie, hi. Uh — can we talk?” 

“Sure, ‘bout what? Are you pregnant or something?” 

He says it with a smile, not giving a single thought to the fact that his joke might be no joke at all but the honest to god truth.

(Y/N) on the other hand, feels like someone doused her in ice water, just poured it all over her. Her hands are clammy, breathing shallow, heart racing. Maybe she’ll get that heart attack after all.

When she doesn’t answer, doesn’t laugh, Jamie’s eyes grow wide in return. Though his reputation might make you believe otherwise, he’s quite quick in putting two and two together. At least in this situation. He doesn’t look happy, that much she expected, but he doesn’t look upset either. He just looks shocked. There is nothing but pure disbelief on his face. The cocky smirk has dropped, now his mouth is opening and closing trying to produce words as his head is trying to process the information he just figured out.

“Do you want to go discuss this somewhere more private?” 

Of all the places to tell someone they got you pregnant, the hallway at his workplace might not be the more desirable. 

A pale-faced Jamie nods his head, his eyes distant and glassy. She knows the feeling, has been there just a few days ago. That’s his whole life playing like a movie in his head right there, now with added scenes of a small child with his eyes. Oh god, she hopes the baby gets his eyes.

Jamie drags her into a small room off of the main hallway. Cubicle cupboards line the walls, filled with shoes and boxes. Orange and bright green and yellow. Every possible color of the rainbow, they have a pair of shoes to match in here. The smell though? The smell has her gagging. Sweat and cold cigarette smoke. It’s disgusting. 

“Oh god, Jamie. This is disgusting.” 

“It’s the boot room. ‘s where we keep the boots — and people come here to smoke.” 

“They come here to smoke? On purpose? Like they chose to spend time in here?” 

Jamie absentmindedly nods his head. He’s so pale-looking (Y/N) fears he might just pass out any minute now. 

“Jamie, are you okay? Do you want to sit down?” 

His eyes start to focus again, looking straight at her. He’s terrified and quite honestly, she can’t blame him. Confusion and fear are all she’s felt for the last few days. A bit of excitement too, sure. But mostly the first two.

“Yeah. No. I mean yes. I guess? No. I — fuck.” 

Nervously he combs his fingers through his damp hair as if to calm himself down. Is that something his parents did to him when he was a kid? A motion of comfort? There is so much she doesn’t know about this man. If he decides that he wants to stick around, can this ever work? Can you raise a child with someone you hardly know and not completely fuck them up? 

“Is it mine, then? Are you sure about that?”

“No, I just like going around scaring people into believing they got me pregnant. Yes, Jamie! I am 100% certain.” 

His hands fly up in defense “Jesus, sorry. I don’t know your sexual history. You had sex with me after a funeral, don’t know how much you get around, now do I?” 

She had expected him to ask if it’s his, hell anyone probably would, but there’s something about his tone that is just so off-putting. The accusation that swings along with his words. The judgment. As if he is in any place to talk.

“Oh get off your high horse, dickhead. We both made that decision after the funeral. Didn't hear you complain. And out of the two of us, It’s not me who fucked a girl in a hot tub on national television. Eurgh” 

“You alright?” 

“No, this room is making me gag. I assume this is bad under normal circumstances but this pregnancy situation has my sense of smell going through the roof. This is killing me.” 

“Well, why didn’t you say nothing?! We could’ve gone somewhere else.” 

“I just wanted to — eurgh— I just wanted to get this over with.” 

“Let me get you out of —” 

“No, let me just say this real quick and then I’m off.” 

She’s prepared this speech a million and one times in a million and one ways. It always worked out fine but then again, her audience was just her cat and the mirror. Having Jamie look at her, a mix of concern and shock still on his face, that’s a whole different story.

“I am having this baby and I would like for you to be a part of their life, but I accept if you say no. Just know that whatever you decide, that’s final. I can’t have you running off and then coming back in a few years regretting your decision and wanting to be a parent after all. And I most definitely will not allow you to say you’re in and then give up on the baby halfway through. I had a parent like that, I will not have my child go through the same thing. I don’t need your decision now just — make up your mind and make sure you’re 100% certain. Here uh— “

Trying to hold her breath so as to not breathe in any more of the foul smell, (Y/N) rummages through her purse before pulling out a small piece of paper.

“They don’t usually do ultrasounds that early but I made friends with the nurse as I was waiting and they allowed me to get one and see the baby. Don’t really see shit on here if I’m being honest but apparently that blob is our child.” 

Jamie takes the picture, his eyes moving between the image and back to her, down to her stomach then back to the picture. It’s like his head and his eyes are trying to cope with the fact that there is a real baby growing inside her. His baby.

“I just thought you might want to have this, if not just throw it away. I’m not trying to manipulate or guilt you into anything. Let me know when you’ve made a decision. You know where I live and Rebecca has my number just ask her for it — I gotta get out of here. Eurgh.” 

And while an overwhelmed Jamie sinks to the floor of the boot room, ultrasound picture clutched in one hand while the other nervously combs through his hair, (Y/N) throws up in the bin by the front door. 

There are 3 things (Y/N) knows for certain. One of them is that Michelle Pfeiffer as Stephanie Zinone in Grease 2 is the coolest person in the world. The second one is that decaf coffee kinda sucks. And 3 is that whoever is knocking on her door at 9:15 tonight, disrupting her rewatch of Grease 2 better has a good reason to do so if they want to keep their head attached to their body.

Slowly she’s dragging herself towards the door. Today was exhaustion enough both physically and mentally, she really doesn’t need the stress of an unannounced visitor. Not when she’s dressed in an old, oversized Hardrock Cafe shirt, bike shorts, and those ridiculous yellow slippers she got on her last trip to Disney that look like Minnie Mouse’s shoes.

“I’m coming, Jesus — “ 

“I don’t know shit about babies.” 

Jamie looks different as he stands before her on her front steps, hair messy and flat against his head, wearing a big grey sweater. Gone is all the charming confidence and the mischievous smirks. He’s all sad eyes and shy smiles. He reminds (Y/N) of a sad, beaten puppy. She almost feels bad for him. Almost. That’s until the words that just fell from his lips really register in her mind.

“You could’ve just texted me you’re not interested. Didn’t have to come here, really.” 

“What? No, I am! “

“You just said —” 

“I said I don’t know shit about babies. Cause I don’t. But I’m not gonna run off.”

“You won’t?”

Jamie has never looked so genuine, so serious as in that moment and it sends a weird feeling through (Y/N). She didn’t have any expectations in him. You can’t really have those if you don’t even know the person. Sure, she hoped he would take interest in her and the baby but things truly could’ve gone either way. To hear him say that he wants to step up and be there, that’s a feeling she can’t really put into words.

“Can we uh — can I come in? Your neighbor is staring at me.” 

(Y/N) opens the door to let Jamie pass before leaning outside and facing the house next door. Sure enough, old Mrs. Hartley is standing by her window, eyes trained on (Y/N)’s front door. Jesus fucking Christ, do these people not have their own lives? 

The small pink couch looks even smaller with Jamie’s broad frame perched in the corner. He’s holding onto the fluffy white pillow as if he needs some kind of buoy to keep him afloat.

“Do you want tea or something?” 

“Do you have beer?” 

She only raises an eyebrow in response and points to her stomach. 

“Right. Pregnant. Forgot about that for a second, sorry. “

Oh, the privilege of getting to forget about that. 

“I have water, ginger ale, and apple juice.” 

Jamie screws his face in repulsion. If there is one thing she’s learned about Jamie Tartt in the limited time they’ve spent together, it’s that his emotions are always so clearly reflected on his face. She’s not sure he knows exactly how expressive he really is.

“I’m good. Here, I actually brought you some stuff.” 

As she sits down on the couch next to him, Jamie holds out a Tesco bag to her filled to the brim with stuff. 

“What’s all this?” 

He looks bashful, almost shy as he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. 

“Just some stuff for your nausea. Google said anything ginger helps so I got these lollies. Also sour candy and crackers. Not sure if it works but I felt so bad seeing you earlier and knowing it's kinda my fault, innit?."

It's such a sweet sentiment that (Y/N) can feel the tears gathering on her waterline. Maybe Jamie is the kind of person she can call when in need. Maybe he can become that person.

"That's very sweet Jamie, oh there's more."

It's a small box with two even smaller socks, so tiny it almost seems impossible that a human being can have such small feet. 

"Saw them and couldn't stop thinking about how cute they were and then I couldn’t stop imagining our baby being so tiny and wearing them and, yeah.” 

“They’re adorable, Jamie. Thank you.” 

His words wrap around her heart like vines. Taking root. Blooming. 

“Our baby”. The thought of having a baby is still so foreign to her. Her own baby, her child. Hearing Jamie call it theirs sends a flutter of feelings through her. Their baby. Part her and part Jamie.

“So what I meant earlier is that I don’t know shit about babies. None of my friends have babies, I have no siblings and all my cousins are around my age so I never really had experience with babies. I know they’re cute and I know they poop a lot. “

“They are pretty cute.”

“Yeah, and our baby?” he says and motions between the two of them “‘s gonna be the cutest fucking baby of all time. It’s genetics.”

The matter-of-fact tone in which he says it pulls a laugh from (Y/N). He does have a point though.

“I am not going to lie, I'm extremely unprepared for this. For being a — a dad.” 

There’s a bitterness there, a heaviness. Maybe Dad is as sharp and as cutting a concept to Jamie as Mum is to (Y/N). 

“Don’t have a dad. Well, I do but he’s right asshole, isn’t he. So I got no idea how to be good at this, had no one to show me. I’ll try though. I want to be different. I need to be. Promised myself when I was a kid that I was not going to be like him, ever.”

“I understand that, trust me Jamie I really do. But I need you to be sure that you want that. I don’t want you to stay around because of some misplaced sense of duty. I want you to want this.” 

"Didn't think I did. When you told me and you gave me an out I wanted to take it. But then I kept looking at that picture, can’t make out anything on it by the way but that doesn’t matter, I kept looking at it and that part of me. That's my baby and I couldn't live with meself if I gave up on it. On you. A lot of people have given up on me in my life and I resent them for it. I can't be the one giving up now, can I? I'm better than that."

She doesn't even realize the tears have found their way out until Jamie's face fills with concern. "Oh no, I didn't mean to make you cry or nothing."

"They're happy tears, I think. I'm really scared, Jamie. Knowing that I don't have to do this all by myself, that helps a bit."

"I promise I'll try to be the best at this. I'll even rub your feet if they're hurting and I fucking hate feet."

Leave it to Jamie to put the humor back into even the most serious and tense of conversations.

"You don't have to rub my feet, that's okay. I do think we should get to know each other better though, now that we're gonna be raising a child together. I know hardly anything about you."

"Uh, you know plenty about me. You know I'm fit, obviously. You know I have great hair. I'm good at football, fucking ace actually. Also sexually."

That little shit has the audacity to wink. it should be annoying. It's weirdly charming though.

"And now you also know that I'm gonna try my best to be good at this. Hey, when the baby is here can I get one of them kangaroo pouch thingies and take them to training with me?"

"Kangaroo pouch? You mean a baby carrier?"

"Yes, that! Strap it to my chest while I do my warm-up."

"You are not taking our baby to training with you, are you insane?"

"I'm joking, Jesus. Would look fucking cool though, maybe get us matching sunglasses. Hats too. Baby icon."

"Oh my god, you know what, maybe this is a bad idea after all."

But it's not, she doesn't mean that. Jamie knows it and (Y/N) knows that he knows. For the first time since those two lines appeared, it feels like she can breathe easy again if even just for a moment. Things will be hard, no doubt but at least she can share it with someone. And it's just an added bonus that someone never fails to put a smile on her face.

"What are you watching there anyway?" Jamie asks, nodding his head towards the tv.

"Grease 2."

"They made a second one? Is it good?"

"No, it's terrible. I love it."

"See," Jamie chimes up, a small genuine smile.on his lips "learned something new about you. The mother of my child loves bad movies. This getting to know each other plan is going so well already."

And while it is a joke, there's also a flicker of truth to it. It's the little things that make us who we are. Like our love for bad movies or our desire to be better than our parents before us.

"Do you wanna stay and watch it with me?"

"Can we start from the beginning?"

"Obviously"

"Then yes! Give me one of them ginger lollies please."

They spent the next few hours watching Grease 2 followed by the first because - well it's just right to watch them both, really. It doesn't feel forced or awkward. This is not two strangers trying to bond for the sake of their child. This is a genuine friendship in the making. It feels wonderful. They exchange numbers, birthdays, favorite colors. It’s all very superficial information but it’s a start and it’s easy. This whole situation is hard enough, sometimes easy is just what you need.

The clock says 12:03 when Jamie decides it's time to go home. 

Just as he is about to leave, one foot already out the door, he turns back with curious eyes.

"Do you know how big the baby is?"

"Uh, no. Pretty tiny I think."

"They didn't tell you what fruit size?"

"Fruit size?"

"Yeah like, it's as big as a strawberry now or something."

(Y/N) shakes her head in response "I think they mostly do that in American movies."

Jamie looks deflated for a fracture of a second before he lightens up again and one of those rare smiles takes over his face. The one that makes him look so boyish and excitable. Like a fucking golden retriever.

"That's okay. I'll find out."

"You do that. Let me know what you find. Have a good night Jamie."

"You too!" Then his eyes move to her stomach "And you too baby."

God, he can be so adorable it's absolutely sickening.

As she lays in bed, (Y/N) thinks back to just the night before. To the anxiety and the fear. To all the what-ifs that ghosted through her head. That seems like a whole lifetime ago and even though a lot of those fears are still present, they get overshadowed tonight. By the knowledge that she's not alone. And by the absolute sunshine that is Jamie Tartt. 

Just before she closes her eyes, her phone dings with a notification. 

Her hand comes to rest gently on her stomach. There’s no change there yet, absolutely no sign of a baby growing in there at this very moment. And yet she knows and that makes all the difference. 

In a voice, soft like silk, she whispers “Daddy says goodnight”. It’s cheesy, outright sickening but in the dark of the night, who is there to judge her for it? Sometimes you have to let yourself be ridiculous and cringy if your heart demands it.

That night she doesn't fall asleep to fear and anxiety. That night she falls asleep with a smile on her face. 

[nctnanajaemin]

my brother's bestfriend pairing: lee jeno x na!sister reader chapter one: how it started word count:3.4k MINORS DNIwarnings: smut, protected sex, p in v, loss of virginity, fingering, oral (f receiving), cursing, use of pet names (princess)

you're at mark's 20th birthday party that johnny is throwing.

you walk into the living room to try and find mark but mingi immediately walks over to you.

"hey."

"hey." you answer, still looking around for mark. "enjoying the party so far?"

"yeah, it's been fun." his eyes flicker up and down your body, taking in your outfit.

there's something about the way he looks at you that makes you feel a little self conscious, but you also aren't used to guys coming up and talking to you at the parties because chenle is usually glued to your hip.

"you look nice, by the way." he compliments, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before looking away.

"thank you."

you can tell that he is trying to flirt with you, but you really don't know how to flirt back.

"hey na. i need help. come with me." jeno tells you, grabbing your arm and pulling you with him.

"what? wait, jeno-" you stumble a little as he drags you away from the living room and into a less crowded part of the house.

he stops once you're away from the crowd, turning to face you. his expression is serious, and his eyes scan your face for a moment before he speaks. "i saw you talking to mingi."

"yeah, so? we were just talking-"

he cuts you off with an annoyed huff. "there is no 'just talking' with him. he's going to use you and then ditch you without a second thought."

"i'm not an idiot, jeno. i can handle myself." you cross your arms over your chest.

"can you really?" he retorts, his frustration growing. "you're too trusting and mingi is a player. he'll say and do whatever he needs to get what he wants from you. i don't want to see you get hurt."

"you're just a bossy, egotistical asshole and always think you know best. why do you even care what i do anyway?"

"because someone has to look out for you and clearly jaemin isn't capable because he's off sticking his tongue down some sluts throat."

"oh, so that's what this is about." you shoot back, your anger flaring up. "thanks, but i'm a big girl and can handle myself just fine without your interference. now if you excuse me i'm-."

jeno cuts you off. "oh, yeah? if you can take care and handle yourself, tell me why you were just letting mingi fawn all over you? you were practically asking for him to take advantage of you."

you stare at jeno in disbelief as a million thoughts race through your mind.

"go fuck yourself." you scoff, storming out of johnny's and walking to the park down the street.

you reach one of the park's benches and sit down, letting out a frustrated sigh. jeno catches up a moment later, pausing a few feet away from you, his chest heaving slightly.

there's a tense silence between you both, the only sound coming from the distant noises of the city. you can feel jeno's eyes on you, but you keep yours fixed on the ground.

"why are you always so damn stubborn?"

you roll your eyes, still refusing to look at him. "why are you always such a bossy asshole?"

"i just don't want to see you get hurt, okay? is that so hard to understand?"

you look up at him, your eyes narrowing. "and you think being bossy and condescending is going to prevent that? because, it's not making me want to listen to anything you say."

"then what do you want me to do?" he snaps back, frustration etched into every line of his face. "let you throw yourself at every guy who gives you a second glance? sure, that sounds like a brilliant plan."

"i'm not throwing myself at anyone!" you yell. "and even if i was, it's none of your business. i can make my own decisions and i can handle the consequences. i don't need your overprotective bullshit."

he lets out a bitter laugh. "oh, really? when have you ever handled any situation by yourself without someone having to come to your rescue, hmm? what about when you decided to smoke pot behind the gas station with your friends. you got busted and left jaemin and us guys to come up with the money to get your ass out so your parents wouldn't find out."

"that's not fair," you whisper, your voice trembling. "i can handle myself, i just-"

"you just what?" he cuts in. "you just always need someone to step in and bail you out?"

"so i didn't make the best decisions in high school. but that doesn't mean that i need you breathing down my neck and telling me what to do all the time."

"it's exactly what you need. someone to tell you when you're about to make a dumbass decision, for instance, messing around with mingi."

you stand up so you are face to face with him, your fists clenched at your sides. "and what gives you the right to decide what's best for me, huh? who made you the expert on my life?"

"maybe the fact that i've known you for nearly our entire lives?" he counters. "maybe the fact that i've seen you make mistake after mistake, and i'm tired of standing by and watching you get hurt every time."

you scoff again, looking down at your shoes. "so you're just looking out for me out of the goodness of your heart, hm? there's not any other reason you're so damn insistent on sticking your nose in my business?"

he closes the remaining distance between you, putting his index finger under your chin to tilt your head up to maintain eye contact.

your breath catches as you look up at him. "wh-what are you doing?"

"proving a point." he says, his gaze unwavering. "because i'm done standing by while you make bad choices. someone needs to knock some sense into you, and if i have to be the one to do it, then so be it."

you open your mouth the protest, but he cuts you off before you can speak, his thumb lightly brushing over your lips. "nuh-uh. no arguing. just listen to me for once in your damn life."

you give him a slight nod, signaling for him to continue. a smug smile appears on his lips. "good girl."

his hand moves from your chin to cup your jaw, his thumb gently tracing your jawline. "j-jeno," you manage to stammer, your voice barely above a whisper.

"what is it, princess? you have something to say?" he leans down slightly, his breath hot against your ear.

your cheeks get hot as you blush. "don't…don't call me that."

he laughs, his lips grazing the skin of your neck as he speaks. "why? does it make you flustered?"

you let out a shaky exhale as he trails soft kisses along your neck, his touch gentle.

"i'm not flustered," you protest, leaning into his touch.

he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. "you sure about that?"

your hands reflexively clutch onto the fabric of his shirt as he molds you against him.

"how much did you drink tonight?"

"none," you manage to get out, your brain struggling to form coherent thoughts with his body so close to yours and his lips still brushing against your skin.

jeno stands up straight to look at you. "see, this is exactly my point, you-"

you cut him off by smashing your lips against his. you can feel him freeze for a moment, then he kisses you back with fervor.

he deepens the kiss, his tongue coaxing your lips open and exploring your mouth with a sense of urgency.

the kiss is a desperate exchange of pent-up frustration and suppressed desire. you cling to him, your fingers tangling in his hair.

he breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to look at you. "damn it," he mutters. "i was supposed to be scolding you, not making out with you."

"oops," you say innocently, running a hand down his chest. "looks like you lost control there for a moment, mr. bossy."

"you didn't play fair, smartass," he accuses.

"you started it," you argue. "with that whole 'good girl' thing."

"i did that to shut you up, not to turn you on."

"what about the neck kisses? how did those fit into your plan to shut me up?"

"if you would have let me finish and not attack my face. i was going to say that you were just proving my point. you're sober and are letting me do whatever i want. who knows what drunk you will do."

you huff in annoyance. "fine, maybe you have a point there. but I seriously can handle myself, okay? it's not like I'm going to throw myself at the first guy who comes up to me."

"so if i wouldn't have pulled you away, you would have had no problem telling mingi to get lost?"

"well no, but what if i didn't want him to get lost? what if i wanted to fuck him?"

"you don't, you're just trying to piss me off. you really are a pain in the ass, you know that?"

"takes one to know one."

he glares at you for a moment before letting out a bitter scoff. "i still don't know how i haven't strangled you by now."

"probably would be into it. not going to lie."

jeno chokes on air at your response, his eyes widening. "you have got to stop saying shit like that."

"what? i'm just telling the truth." you smirk, your voice dripping with fake innocence. "and i like keeping you on your toes," you reply.

"one of these days, you're going to push me too far."

you slightly tilt your head to the side. "is that a threat or a promise?"

"neither, it's a warning. if you continue to test my patience, I won't be able to hold back much longer."

"what if i don't want you to hold back?"

"do you have any idea how tempted I am right now?"

"no, but do tell."

"i'm seconds away from forgetting all the reasons i shouldn't have you right now. i'm thinking about how badly I want to touch you."

"and what's stopping you? the fact that i'm a virgin?"

his eyes widen. "you're…you're a what?" he stutters.

you try to play it off casually, but you can feel the flush creeping up your cheeks. "yeah, is that weird or something?"

"no, it's not weird," he backtracks immediately. "i just didn't expect it. you're always so confident and flirty so I just assumed that you had experience."

"i'm just able to flirt with you. you should have seen me trying to flirt back with mingi."

"don't mention him."

"okay, my bad. no need to get all pissy again." you reply, a hint of amusement in your voice. "but you still didn't answer my question."

"jaemin would kill the both of us."

"if he ever found out, yeah. we are the only two here though."

jeno's eyes scan around the park, taking in the empty surroundings. "so, anyone could come along."

"it's dark, and the park closed at 11." you retort.

"i just don't want you to let me take your virginity and then regret it."

"i won't regret it," you assure him, your voice firm. "but it's up to you."

jeno's gaze intensifies, his internal struggle evident. "you're sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure," you whisper, your breath mingling with his.

"okay. but we're doing this right. no rushing."

your heart pounds in your chest as he leads you away from the bench and towards a more secluded area of the park.

he takes his jacket off and spreads it out on the ground, gesturing for you to sit. you sit down and look up at him.

"comfortable?" he asks, his voice softening.

you nod, watching as he kneels in front of you, his hands resting on your knees.

"this is about you. if at any point you want to stop, just tell me."

"okay."

he leans in, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss. his hands slide up your thighs, his touch gentle yet insistent.

as the kiss deepens, you feel the last remnants of doubt melt away, replaced by a mix of excitement and desire.

jeno's lips trail down your neck while his hands explore your body as if he's trying to memorize every inch of you.

your own hands roam over his chest and back, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt.

his hands work to remove your clothes and he takes his time, ensuring you're comfortable and at ease. when you're finally bare before him, he pauses to admire you.

"you're beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "and I'm honored to be your first."

you blush under his gaze, but his words fill you with a sense of security. "i trust you."

he starts kissing at your neck and moves down to your collarbone, then down to your breasts, where he lingers for a moment, teasing your nipples with his tongue and lips. you gasp at the sensation, your fingers threading through his hair as he continues kissing down your body.

he spreads your legs wider, positioning himself between them. his eyes meet yours and you nod, your breath hitching in anticipation.

he lowers his head, and starts with gentle kisses on your inner thighs, moving closer to your core with each one.

when his mouth finally reaches your center, his tongue parts your folds and finds your clit, swirling around it.

you let out a moan, running your fingers through his hair as he repeats the motion, this time with a bit more pressure.

your back arches at the sensation and jeno's hands tighten on your hips, holding you in place as he starts to fully explore you with his tongue.

"jeno," you moan, your fingers tightening in his hair.

he alternates between broad, slow licks and quick, focused flicks, driving you closer to the edge with each movement.

he stops and looks up at you. "you okay?"

"yeah, i-i'm fine."

"i'm going to finger you, okay."

you nod and feel his finger slip down in between your folds. he slips it inside you while his tongue continues to focus on your clit. he moves his finger in and out in a slow, deliberate rhythm, matching the movements of his tongue.

after a couple minutes, he adds a second finger, stretching you out as his tongue works faster. the combination of sensations makes your head spin.

your legs start to shake and his eyes lock onto yours.

"how does that feel?"

"it feels good," you whisper, your breath hitching slightly as jeno continues to work his fingers, alternating between slow, deep thrusts and gentle, teasing movements.

he gets you to the point where he thinks you will be able to take his cock and pulls his fingers out. you're left feeling empty and longing for more.

"i think you're ready. you sure you still want to do this?"

"i'm sure." you nod, and bite your lip nervously as he undoes his belt. his own clothes soon joining yours on the ground.

"just tell me if you need me to stop. i promise I'll go slow." he tells you, rolling the condom on before he moves over you, his body aligning with yours.

"okay."

he positions himself at your entrance and slowly begins to push inside.

your face scrunches up in discomfort as his cock stretches you out.

jeno immediately reaches for your hand and allows you time to adjust to his size before moving.

as he moves deeper, the initial discomfort fades, replaced by a profound sense of fullness and pleasure.

he keeps his eyes on yours, reading every expression and ensuring you're okay. "you're doing so good."

you let out another moan. "y-you can go faster."

he picks up the pace of his thrusts, making sure to not get carried away because the last thing he wants is to end up hurting you.

jeno rubs your clit and he watches as you squeeze your eyes shut, your mouth opening slightly to let out a moan.

"fuck jeno."

he groans and continues to move inside you. your moans grow louder, your body responding eagerly to his touch and his pace.

each thrust seems to hit a deeper spot, sending waves of pleasure radiating through you.

you squeeze jeno's hand and open your eyes again. "i'm close."

he nods, quickening his thrusts, the rhythm building towards a shared climax. his fingers continue circling your clit, the added stimulation driving you closer to the edge.

"you feel so good. come for me."

your breath catches as pleasure surges through you, each thrust hitting exactly where you need it, and with a final, deep thrust, you cry out his name as your orgasm crashes over you.

your body trembles with the force of it, waves of pleasure radiating through every nerve ending.

jeno follows closely behind, his movements becoming erratic as he finds his own release.

he pulls out and takes the condom off before collapsing beside you, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from the highs.

"are you okay?"

"more than okay." you nod, a satisfied smile spreading across your face.

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you get back to johnny's and jeno throws his jacket in his car while you walk into the house.

you walk over to chenle and he raises an eyebrow. "oh so now you want to hangout with me? where did you even go? haechan and i looked everywhere for you."

"i was outside."

chenle gasps. "with who?" he pokes your neck and you swat at him.

"myself."

"that hickey on your neck says otherwise."

you quickly pull your hair down to cover the mark on your neck. "it's nothing."

"it's not nothing," chenle laughs. "who gave it to you?"

"it doesn't matter. can we drop it, please."

chenle eyes you suspiciously. "okay, so I know him then. you never keep secrets from me."

you remain silent and look away from chenle. he follows your line of sight to where Jeno is standing near the door, talking with a group of people. "oh, I get it now," he says, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip.

"chen-"

"sh! shut up. did he take your v-card."

"chenle!" you hiss, your eyes darting around to make sure no one heard him. "keep your voice down!"

"no one heard me," he rolls his eyes. "but did he?"

you take a deep breath and nod. "yes. now will you please shut up about it?"

"oh my god." chenle grabs your arm and starts dragging you towards the stairs. "we have to talk."

he pulls you upstairs to johnny's room and kicks the door open."thank god no one is in here fucking. that could have been really bad."

the both of you laugh and you collapse onto johnnly's bed. chenle follows suit, sitting down beside you.

"soooo," he starts with a smirk. "details please."

you groan and cover your face with a pillow.

"come on," chenle prods, snatching the pillow away from you.

you sigh, staring up at the ceiling. "what do you want to know?"

"everything. like, how it happened and why."

"you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay?"

"i promise. when have i ever told anyone something you told me."

you give him a skeptical look. "there was that time i told you that i had a crush on that new guy in our history class and then the next day half the school knew."

"i was fifteen and stupid."

"now you're just eighteen and stupid."

he sticks his tongue out at you. "i'm going to ignore that. now quit distracting me and tell me about it."

you fill him in on everything, leaving out bits and pieces. by the time you were fully finished recounting the events of the night chenle was staring at you in disbelief.

"you fucked in the park!?"

"it was a really secluded area, and no one was around."

"that's still like public indecency or something."

"oh, like you've never hooked up somewhere in public."

"i…uh-" he stutters, clearly taken aback.

"yeah. that's what i thought, hypocrite."

"what was he like?" chenle asks, trying to change the topic.

"he was surprisingly gentle," you admit.

the door swings open, and johnny walks in, looking slightly annoyed. "why are you two in my room?

"just talking. we'll leave."

chapter two

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Kinktober day 28: Cockbulge

It was hipnotizing the way those sweatpants stuck to him, it was enough to walk for the thin fabric to stick to his legs and...other parts. Plus he brazenly had the audacity to walk around shirtless, okay, it was hot, but come on, it's like he was deliberately teasing you.

Anyway, you had to keep doing your thing and you couldn't get distracted by James in sweatpants, anyway, he wouldn't let you hear the end of it if he caught you looking at him like a pervert. You moved to the side of the pool, maybe if you distracted yourself by reading you could get James out of your head, he was your friend and the last thing you wanted was to ruin his friendship.

"Why are you avoiding me? Are you mad at me or something" And there he was, you barely glanced at him over the edge of the book but averted your gaze immediately, god, it should be illegal the way he contoured his figure those damn pants.

"I'm just reading Het" Oh right, your voice had to shake when you spoke, fuck you were a mess for that man. He snatched the book from you and flipped through it, tossing it aside and moving closer to you.

"Oh come on, let's do something fun" He locked you under his body, both arms on either side of your head, you laughed nervously and tried to get away from him who took it as a game and pulled your arm to keep you from running. You fell on his chest and he started tickling you, laughter came out of you as you squirmed on top of him.

You both laughed until you moved a certain way and felt something poking your butt, James tensed up and you both stopped, you looked at him with flushed cheeks and he made you move so you were both sitting in the chair.

"Uh, sorry...this is, uhm" He mumbles with his cheeks also red, he looks embarrassed trying to explain himself so you take his hand and look him in the eyes. He sighs and looks away, your vision unconsciously drifts to his lap, shit, he's big and looks fucking hard, the pants don't help hide his bulge at all.

"I could... help you with that if you wanted" The words come out of your mouth without thinking, he looks up in surprise and frowns. You close your eyes and decide to get up, yes, you had definitely screwed up, you start to walk away, thinking to yourself that you are an idiot but his hand on your forearm stops you, he pulls you and you fall onto his lap, he grunts as he feels pressure on his raging boner.

"Stay" He whispers as a plea, his eyes are slightly dilated and his blush extends to part of his chest. Your breathing begins to quicken, you settle better into his lap, sitting up with your legs on either side of his hips, his erection pressing between your legs. You hold onto his shoulders to start moving on him, small circles with your hips to start riding him, both of you still clothed.

Soft moans leave his lips, his cock gets even harder against your pussy; you decide that the shorts you are wearing are just a hindrance so you manage to take them off along with your panties, you sit back down on his length, leaving a wet spot of your fluids on his pants. He gasps at the sight of your wet sex grinding against his swollen cock, he takes your waist and moves you over him, his hips pushing towards you, you rub against him, your folds hugging his length, the rough fabric making your pussy contract with the caresses you receive on your clit.

“Shit, you have no idea how many times I dreamed of having you like this,” his voice is hoarse as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, leaving bites as he tightens his grip around your waist.

You whimper as you feel his cock throb between the lips of your pussy, wishing you could have him inside, have him fuck you hard and spill inside you. With that in mind, you squeeze your thighs together and cum, your wetness smearing his pants and leaving him completely soaked, and he follows you, grunting your name as his warm seed drips onto his clothes. You just dry humped your best friend, and you want more of him. They look into his eyes and smile satisfied, you give him a kiss, just a touch of his lips and you hug him, resting your face on his shoulder.

"Next time, how about we do it without clothes?"

Uh, I need Load James so bad... And happy Metallica day to everyone <3

[kittymeowmeows-stuff]

miguel o'hara x spiderwomen!reader

- 6.3k words

cw: (AFAB), porn w/semi plot , degradation, size kink, manhandling, rough sex, brat taming, fingering, mating press, breeding kink, restraining, bad spanish, just pure filth

- you really didn't know how to keep your mouth shut, even in front of him. always had something to say, you irritated him to know yet god how bad he wanted to put you in your place.. and i guess today was the day

you always had something to say, rather that had been a order, or just a simple task. you always had something that you needed to say.

miguel could feel his resolve slowly slipping. you mouth always something to say back too him, and no matter his authority you still talked back. the only reason you haven't been punished too bad is because you do a damn good job at your work.

if only your mouth could say the same.

miguel had sighed, he knew you were coming to his office, you always did when you came back from a task. it almost a routine, one that he was growing sick of.  he could feel the frustration building up, as he knew you were coming near.

he didn't hear your footsteps, but he could tell. you had that scent, a scent that had driven him crazy. he could feel a headache forming just thinking of it.

looking upward staring at the door, waiting for you.. waiting for you? now that was something that was new. why was he waiting for you? you had driven insane. maybe he was just thinking to much. looking back up he let out a sigh.

then there it was the door knob twisted, the door opened with a click, and there you were. with that damn grin.

"well well, it seems that you were waiting for.." you say walking up to miguel that was sitting behind his desk.

" didn't know you liked my company that much" you giggled. god you truly did drive him insane

" that's not.. what's you point in being here?" miguel says looking straight at you.  annoyance displayed on his face very clearly. you looked at him, feeling another grin being formed on your face

" so cold" you say dramatically, closing your eyes bringing your hand over your face. acting out a scene. slightly opening one eyes you looked at his facial expression. distain clearly written on his face. he features had hardened a bit, his brows knitted. his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose.

" oh you know you love me" you say with a grin finally looking at him straight forward. his face hardened even further, his features tightened.

" stop playing around [name] just give me the report.." he said with a sigh. you pouted a bit but quickly looked collected yourself

"you didn't tell me that you don't love me" you say with a grin

"[name]"

"yeah, yeah i know, it well everything went in place. no troubles this time." you said finally taking things seriously.

miguel just nodded his head, turning his head to face the other way.  he had so much stuff to do, miles had been making it even harder just to finish everything. why couldn't he just stick with the cannon event.

" you know, it's so rude of you to ignore me?" you said. you had made your way behind him. he body tensed up. he could feel your warmth near him.

"leave, i have stuff to do.." he groaned out, you being here wasn't helping. especially when your so near him.

"hmm, could it be the new guy .. what was his name... miles! is giving you such a hard time.." you say a teasing grin forming on your face, as you see his body tensing up.

"[name].. leave.." he stated, you really were testing his patience. he brows had been knitted tightly at this point. usually he wouldn't have felt like his patience slip so easily, yet with everything going on, you were really testing his limits.

you couldn't help but giggle, you really got him all twisted up, you knew that while you were away that a certain little kid was messing with miguel's plans. so with that knowledge you decided to tease him. you knew that he would have responded, yet this type of response was very well welcomed.

" it seems that i was right.. awe is miguel o'hara all worked up over a kid?" you said antagonizingly . you face twisting up it another one of your grins that you always gave him when you were teasing him.

miguel was slowly losing it, he has a whole universe to fix because of a kid, and dealing with your mouth right now it not helping

"Dios ayúdame.." miguel muttered underneath his breath, his native language always came out when he was angry or frustrated. his breath coming out heavy. he finally looked at you, his body turning around to face you.

your eyes had widen a bit, usually when he gets annoyed he just told you to go away.. but this time something had changed, this was new.

"oh wow, you really must be really stressed out from this new kid.." you say still rilling him up, knowing how every little word that falls from your lips always sent him mad. it gave you taste of satisfaction.

" i won't repeat this again.. leave.." he growled, his annoyance clearly displayed on his face. his fangs were popped outwards, your mouth was really getting to him. his fist were clenched tightly shut, in some type of restraint

" yeah yeah.. i'll go." you said, your grin had flattered a little. you turned you body around looking directly at the door, your feet finally moving. no sound was made, yet it was obvious that you were leaving.

miguel had finally unclenched his fist at noticing that you were leaving. he let out a sigh, but you would never leave without a few words. even if you were in serve trouble.

" i think i'll have to meet that miles kid.." you said underneath your breath, but you knew he heard it. you definitely knew when you heard the groan that left his lips. the deep growl that always sent shivers down you spine all the way to in between your legs. it always made your thighs to clenched together.

"That's it ....No more..I'm done.."

that was words that left his mouth before you we're quickly pulled down to ground by his webs.

your eyes widen, your arms were pulled upwards leaving you defenseless.

"miguel what the fuck?!" you spit out, sure you knew you were teasing him, testing his patience, but this wasn't the first time you've done this. yet this reaction was new.

yet for some reason you didn't mind as much as you probably should.

"Mira lo que causaste, mi querida.." miguel said in his native tongue, the growl coming out. his throat letting it vibrate deep in his chest. he was now walking up to you. his foot steps seeming so loud. you could basically hear your heart beating out of you chest.

sucking in a breath feeling the burn from in your lungs. god you were losing your breath. he looked so much bigger in this angle. looming over you. he was towing over, he's shadow covering you in darkness

" didn't i say to stop.." miguel said he's voice coming out a lot deeper, his annoyance clearly displayed on his face.

"uhh, yeah? but why am i pinned up like this.. oh don't tell me your into this.." you said. even in a situation like this you still had something to say. you mouth always fucking moving.

" esa boca tuya.. never knowing when to shut up.." miguel growled. he's features were now dark. he looked pissed. you started to think that maybe you should've have pushed him that far.

you felt yourself being pulled up by his webs, yanked upwards. you winced in pain at feeling your arms being stretched out.

"fuck.." you groaned in pain. you could feel your feet finally touching the ground, but your arms were still being held up by miguel's webs.

you looked upwards to stare at miguel, and let out some colorful words. yet before you could even speak, felt his rough hand gripping your chin, in a painfully way. you let a whine of pain. you tried to look the other way yet his grip was to fucking tight your chin

"you always have something to say, yet when you finally get called out. you turn your head act like nothing happened.." he spit out. he pulled you chin to stare into his eyes.

"and i'm sick of that mouth of yours.." he said he's words laced with venom. his fangs were very obvious because of his anger.

"y-yeah and why would i care.." you spit out  still staring at him. you wouldn't let him just speak to you without you saying something back

"and to see you still think you have so many fucking words in your mouth.." he said his grip becoming more painful. he yanked you once more. this time you could feel his breath upon your lips. he was so close to you.

"miedra.." he growled, then you felt it. his lips on yours. it so much, teeth clinked together. you eyes widen, you groaned into the kiss. his fangs nicked your lip. you could taste the metallic taste in your mouth, yet you couldn't speak not when his tongue was tangled with yours.

his tongue bullied it way into your mouth, the muscle basically stuffed down your throat. your tried to push it out with your tongue, yet it only seemed to make him to kiss you even harder. his hand that was once gripping chin was now on the other side of your cheek. his thumb pushed on the side of your lips that were already being stretched by kiss. he put pressure onto the conjugation of your lips.

making your mouth open even more. leaving so much room for him to stuff his tongue farther down your throat.

you yanked your head backwards, needing a breath. panting out loud you felt the burn from the lack of oxygen, and sting from inhaling so much. a string of saliva connected you guys. your lips glistening from so much saliva from his mouth and your mouth.

miguel's thumb swiped across yours gently wiping the strand off your lip. he stared intensely at your lips, the redness and sallowness that formed from his fangs that nicked your lip. he eyes trailed to the blood that seeped from it.

he leaned closer to your face once more, his tongue slipping across your lip, tasting the blood that was coming out.

your breath hitched at his action. you were quick to speak once more, you lips parting to get your words out. miguel was quick to shut you up.

"you still don't know how to shut up do you.." he speaks in a low tone. the rumble in his chest being very obvious.

you breathe quickened at his words. your thighs clenching together.  usually you would be able to bite back with your sharp tongue yet right now words couldn't even form. this was overwhelming.

" there, there no more words .." he spoke once more . the condescending tone of his voice, was sending you places that you didn't know you could go too.

he griped your chin once more, his breath hot your face. you could smell the scent of his cologne. the strong smell that always keep you awake at night.

" always having something to say.. irritating me to know end " he said he face leaning closer towards you. you to wanted to just grip his face bring him in for another heated kiss, but you couldn't do anything with the webs that held you upwards.

" but it seems that this worked.. i should've done this earlier if i knew it would work so well" he said with that smirk. he leaned closer his breath ghosting over your lips. you groaned.

"miguel.. you fucking tease.." you said with groan. you face flushed. you were so fucking pent up right now. not being able to move you arms.

he just sneered at your desperation, he licked his lips. his tongue swiping over his fangs. his eyes were darkened with a more carnal desire.  his hand came back up to grab you chin and pulled you to look upwards. your eyes meet his.

that same damn grin was plastered on his face.

"look at you finally understanding what position you are in.." he said. his hand moving your face around like a doll. you really wanted to talk about, say something.. yet nothing came out. like you were in some type of trance.

you glared at him. he saw the intensity that your stare was showing. he just smirked at it.

"y-you bastard.." you finally spit out, you were really getting tired of your arms being in such a awkward position for so long.

" release my god damn arms miguel.." you said you feeling the sting of pain becoming stronger because of the position of your arms.

"no, cariño.." he spoke, his hand finally moving to rest upon you waist. you eyes widen at his warm hands on your waist.

"what the fu-" you were quickly cut off by a tight squeeze on your waist causing a slight whimper to leave your lips

"watch your mouth.." he said his hand siding up down your waist yet never going more down then your hip.

"and why should i?" you spoke out, not wanting to give in , even though you felt the warmth building up down there. you refused to give in without a little fight, that wasn't your style.

his eyes darkened at your words, yet he laughed.

"of course you still have something to say.. esa maldita boca" he growled, his eyes darkening as one of his hands trailing more downwards. ghosting over your hip.

your eyes widen, you body involuntarily squirming in his grip. you pulled at the webs that still held you upright.

he face lean forward to the conjunction of your neck, he's teeth grazing over your neck. ready to bite and tear into your skin, as his tongue protrudes out from his teeth. he licked up towards you neck.

he's warm breath hitting the shell of your ear. sending shivers down your spine all the way to your heat.  you whimpered, you yanked once more on the webs trying to free your hands.

"stop.. fucking moving.." he growled. his hands griping your hips even harder. you winced at his grip. even though it was so rough it didn't help that you felt yourself becoming more hot. your face becoming flushed.

"see if only you behaved more like this.." his lips formed into smirk. his hands rubbing up and down your hips. finally trailing down your legs. he griped the flesh of your thighs before bringing your leg up to his hip. he's face nuzzled into your neck. his lips leaving soft kisses on the soft flesh. so tempting to bite.

you couldn't help let out a sigh of pleasure, the warmness from his mouth on your neck, the pleasure that it was causing making your squirm.

"stop moving.." he spoke in a deep voice, his words sending vibrations to on your skin. you felt your body listening to his words.

"mm.." a simple whine left your lips. you could feel miguel smirk against your skin. his mouth still trailing little kisses across your shoulders, towards your neck.

" see how easy it was to listen and be a good girl?" he spoke lifting his head from the crook of your neck. god you really wanted to just kiss away that smirk, go just cover his mouth with your lips. yet you couldn't do anything, not with your hands pinned upwards and his hand gripping your hip so tightly around. you swear you could feel bruises forming.

you shot him a glare, you wanted so bad to just pull on his hair and yank him into another kiss, but you couldn't move.

"hmm, it seems you want more? is that it." he said condescendingly. his fingers gripping your chin. you could feel his hot breath on your lips, it spread across your face.

"you act like such a brat, yet when i give you just a little attention you act like a fucking slut.. always ready to spread your legs.." he said, he was enjoying this. it was so satisfying to see you finally shut your mouth

" such a dirty slut.. it's laughable.." he said so fucking condescendingly, it was driving you mad, but god was it making you so fucking wet.

god you whimpered at his words. his words sending pleasure down your hot core.  you turned your head the other way, not being able to look at him anymore. you felt his claws swiping over your cheek causing blood to spill.

miguel growled at your disobedience. he was quick to grip your face again. your face being squished together. blood spilling out even more

" fuck cariño, look what you've done." he growled. you couldn't help but still resist his hands that gripped your cheek.

the tight grip on your hip, tightened even more. you winced in pain. you finally stared at him, your eyes glaring at him.

" and you still don't listen.. maybe this might work" he said his grip on your hip finally releasing. you sighed in relief, the pounding on your hip now subsiding. you stared at him, not knowing what he meant.

his hand trailed down your hip. tracing across your lower abdominal. you sighed in pleasure. you couldn't help but shiver at his touch. his claws that were dangerously sharp, were causing you to feel more anticipation to build up. you couldn't stop but rub your thighs trying to relief some heat that had been building up from his touch.

you felt his fingers trail downwards, following down to your lower stomach. you whimpered softly. your mouth parting slightly. you sucked in some air, needing to feel the burn in your lungs. the desire building up. your core just aching for something.. it was aching for him.

"you know for someone who has such a dirty mouth, you have such a nice body." he said inhaling a deep breath as he continued.

" the same body, that keep me up all night. just imagining how soft your skin would feel underneath my finger tips..." he spoke his hand trailing even further downwards.

your eyes widened, you mouth opening to speak to get something, yet all that left was a sad excuse of his name, ending up like a moan

"fuck.." he growled his finger finally drawing down your core. his finger running up and down your clothed slit.

you whined , your legs slammed shut at his fingers rubbing up and down your sensitive spot. you could feel yourself becoming more and more wet.

"look at you so fucking wet, i could feel you soaking though the fabric.." miguel whispered into your ear. his hot breath hitting your ear sending shivers down your spine. your breathe hitched.

he moved his leg between your legs. opening them up to give him more space for his fingers

"keep them open..." he growled into your ear, his hands moving back to your clothes cunt. his fingers just moving up and down your slit never moving up to touch your clit, give you the stimulation that you desperately desired. your mouth couldn't stop but let out soft whimpers, with some quiet moans.

"fuck..." you whimpered out, you were getting even more frustrated that his fingers wouldn't touch your clit. it was driving you mad. god what you would do to just be able to just remove at least the clothes down there

" awe are you getting so frustrated? but your god damn pussy is dripping it's soaking my fingers though the fabric.." he said condescendingly.

" maybe i should remove this flimsy fabric, and maybe stick a finger in.. huh? you would like that wouldn't you?" he continued to mock you. he words making your drip with arousal. you grind against his fingers. you had become more and more desperate. not being able to move your arms. leaving you to the mercy of miguel who had you going places that you didn't know you could go.

miguel saw you pathetic attempt of trying to chase after your pleasure. it was cute, you thinking you would be able to get everything you want after all that back talk.

"hmm, it seems you want more huh?" he hummed, his breath becoming heavy on your neck. he felt him becoming more hot. he could feel the tightness of his suit. a bulge probably very obvious, yet he could care less about that right now. not when he finally has you on his fingers.

a daydream that he have dreamed many times while alone in the comfort of his own bed. you truly are something, he almost did give in for you, but you need to learn a lesson. you need to finally understand your place.

his rough hands continue to rub up and down your slit. his sharp claws so tantalizingly tracing over the fabric. just threatening to tear the fabric.

he placed open mouth kiss along your neck. his tongue running over the soft skin. savoring your sweet, soft skin. he breathed deeply though his nose. his mouth still moving across your skin. leaving sloppy sounds in the air. it being so intense in your ear.

he put more pressure on your core. you let out a yelp from the sudden pleasure. your face becoming more and more flushed. he really couldn't stop himself now. not after you made such a cute yelp.

his claws finally teared though the fabric. the cold breeze hitting your hot cunt, that was dripping in your arousal. you whimpered at the different temperatures that hit your cunt. you felt your clit twitch in desperation, needing something.

"is this what you wanted.." he cooed in your ear, his finger rubbing on your bare cunt. you could here the sloppy sounds that we're forming with ever rub in between your folds. you felt your core starting to drip out more of your arousal.

you let out a soft whimper as his fingers brushed against your clit, sending electric shocks to your core.

miguel saw your reaction, his index and middle finger, followed your folds to the hood. slowly moving upwards to rub against that small little bundle of nerves.

"fuck..." you whined feeling his finger's finally rub against the sensitive little thing, that you were craving. you legs once again squirmed against his finger. grinding down need more friction. you couldn't even form words when your pussy so desperately wanted

"so greedy, grinding on my hand like a slut.." he spit out, his eyes darkening as he felt the slick build up on his hand. the sloppy sounds becoming more apparent.

"i-i'm not a slut.." you tried to defend yourself, but it came out more like a whimper at his sudden fast pace on your clit. rubbing 8's on your clit. moving the little bud then pulling on it, causing you to let out a whine at the sharp pain and pleasure it caused.

"i wonder.." he said underneath his breath, his finger falling more downwards.  falling down to you've leaking hole. rubbing around the rim.

"how you would sound if i were to stick a finger in, into this sluttly little hole." he said his finger sliding in. your eyes widen . you pulled at the webs that still held your arm upwards. the stretch of his thick finger in your hole, causing a sting. you sucked in a sharp breath of air though your teeth.

you whined, his finger pushing even deeper. you mouth opened into a "O" shape. you could feel his finger sliding more inwards. your velvet inner walls sucking them in greedily, wanting more.  you could feel rough texture of his finger, adding more pleasure, the sting of pain that you once felt when he first added his finger into your pussy, now subsiding.

"fuck..." he mumbled, you stared intently at his finger moving deeper into your cunt. you heard him let a groan, just seeing his hand becoming wet because of the pleasure he caused.

he stared to curl his fingers, your walls tightening even more. you eyes shut close as his fingers rubbed against your walls. you let out a pathetic moan. you were enjoying this so much right now.

his finger continued to rub against your walls curling even more. he pushed even more in, the palm of his hand resting across your cunt. your let out a whine as you felt him grind the palm of his hand on your clit.

he groaned into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. this was so overwhelming, yet you wanted more. wanted so much.

his eyes trailed once more to your cunt that was being stretched by his finger. he let his other finger run through your folds before it found your hole, the one that was being stuffed.

he grinned slightly, his other finger going around your stretched hole.

"A ver si puedes, un dedo mas" he spoke in a low tone. his middle finger plugging into your tight hole. you shut your eyes closed at the sudden fullness, a silent moan leaving your lips.

"h-hah..fuck.." you whimpered, words not fully forming. you felt the muscles in your thighs start to flex from the sudden pressure.

you let out a whine when he started to move his fingers in and out your cunt. the sloppy and filthy sounds overwhelming your senses. it was so overwhelming, miguel was overwhelming all your sense. your mind all thinking of him, and the pleasure that he was creating.

"that feel good..i bet it does.." he groans into your ear. he continued at that pace, he fingers going in and out. the sloppy sounds of your cunt becoming louder because of how wet your pussy was becoming. your juices coving his hand.

you had shut your eyes, droplets of wet tears forming in the corner of your eyes. taking short and sharp breaths though your teeth. it was so surreal. the pleasure causing you to lose your own grip of reality.

you could feel yourself approaching that high really quickly. it was pathetic how you were so close to coming. you were tipping over the edge, and he could tell you were close.

your body was basically vibrating, your legs becoming tremblingly, you upper body squirm around. pulling at the webs that held you up.

"..don't move to much .." he whispered into your ear, his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear. sending shivers down your spine and pussy

you felt yourself clenching around him when he spoke.. and you knew that he knew at this point. you squeezed your eyes closed. moving your head the other way.

it was embarrassing, how close you were, how you were so turned on by him just speaking, and how he was stretching your pussy.

"..hmm you like that don't you.. fucking slut" he groaned into your ear. you whimpered at his words. you cunt clenching around his fingers once again.

you could feel him smirking, this man i swear. you would've tried to say something snarky yet you couldn't, not when his pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt so nicely.

the way he curled his fingers, and the way his palm rubbed against your clit. so overstimulating. you felt tears prickle in the corner of your eyes.

"..f-fuck-" you moaned out. his palm had rubbed once more your clit but this time you knew it was on purpose. he added more pressure and moved his palm of his hand up and down your clit, all while pumping in and out your pussy

"be a good girl..and cum" Miguel whispered into your ear, and that was it. the knot that had built up broke. you thighs flexed as you came.

your eyes rolling to the back of your head, you let out a broken moan of his name as you came. your juices soaking his hands , yet he didn't stop. he keep letting you ride the high, it was to much.

"h-hah...mm- no more.." you whined, your clit beginning to ache of pain from overstimulation. you felt miguel finger's finally stop. you were finally able to get a breathe of air.

your vision had gotten blurry from your orgasm. when you finally came to your senses, you saw miguel smirking over you.

"..w-what you smirking at..h-hah.." you snapped back.

"you and that mouth..." he spoke pushing his fingers in your mouth. your eyes widened tears pricking in your eyes as you gagged on his digits

"see isn't this much better?" he said condescendingly. his eyes stared intensely at your mouth as you choked down on his fingers. you could taste yourself.

he yanked his fingers out from your mouth. you let out a choked sound as you we're finally able to breath properly. as you were catching your breath miguel was quick to detach you from the webs that once held you up.

you let a sigh of relief, but a soon as that happened you were pushed against a desk. you looked up at him, opening your mouth to speak only to muffled by his tongue being stuff down your throat.

you let out another grunt, but you kissed him back your tongue tangling with his. your mouth moving in sync. you could feel his fangs just grazing over your lips and tongue. it was so overwhelming.

you felt his hands on your thighs, he gripped it tightly before pushing both your legs up to your chest. you let out a whine from the discomfort of your legs being pushed tightly against your chest

miguel eyes trailed downwards to your pretty little pussy.

"so fucking beautiful.." he said. he pushed himself against you. you felt more discomfort and the tightness of your chest from the pressure. his forearms rested against the desk right next to your face.

you took deep breaths as you looked at him with lusted filled eyes..even though your clit twitched in overstimulation. your cunt was wanting more, wanting something bigger. needed something bigger

"you ready..?" he spoke into your ear. you were gonna speak but before you could speak your felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down your folds.

you let out a pathetic whimper. he continued to rub the tip though your folds, collecting all your juices before he moved his cock to the entrance of your cunt.

you let out a whine. you felt so defenseless and vulnerable. you couldn't move anything, your whole body being held down just by his body. you couldn't wrap you legs around his waist and make him put it in. it was so antagonizing.

you looked down to see, his big cock just glistening in your juices . you were able to free your arms. you were quick to warp your arms around his neck. pull his face close to you. you were so needy at this point.

"watch yourself, mi cariño" he groaned into your ear. just the tip of his cock slightly pushing its way into your cunt

even though you knew you should watch your words..you couldn't you need him now.

"..please- hah i need you so bad..please full me up" you moaned into his ear, hoping he would just fuck you so hard that you would see the stars

miguel's face had changed at the words you spoke. his pupils becoming more dialaded. you heard him let out a groan.

then he put all in one thrust. you let out a high moan. your eyes rolling to the back of your head. tears pricking in your eyes. it felt painful at the stretch yet it felt so fucking good.

your walls clenched down on his cock like you were never gonna let hiknleave your insides.

miguel had let out a few grunts. his breathing becoming heavier. he let out a loud groan before he spoke

"f-fuck mi cariño, your so fucking tight." he said. he slammed his hands on the desk right to side of your head. he pulled back his hips just to slam back into your cunt and it sucked him back in like it was meant to be there.

he was so deep, your walls clamped down on him. you moaned like a dog in heat it was so pathetic but you didn't care not when he's cock was pounding your pussy like you were a toy

the loud sounds of skin slapping bouncing off the walls. your loud moans sending more blood to miguel's cock as he fucked you like a fucking toy.

his body pressed against yours that made you feel like you can't go anywhere. just simple a little cock sleeve for him to use with no regrets.

you felt so fucking good, squeezing down on his cock like a needy whore, and you we're finally shutting that mouth of yours. miguel continued to move his hips, his thrust being hard and so deep to the point he felt like he was in your womb.

your nails dig into the back, blood being drawn as you held on for dear life. the way miguel was fucking you made the whole desk shake, griping onto the miguel was the only thing that was stable. even you body was moving up with the way he was thrusting into your cunt.

the sounds of your wet cunt were so loud. even your moans coudnt cover the sound that your cunt was making.

miguel's looked down where his cock was pumping into you. he let groan, he slowed down his thurst as hd stared at how a white ring formed at the base of his cock. the way your juices were soaking his balls

he throw his back. fuck you really were gonna be the death of him.

with every thrust, you felt your cunt memorizing every detail of his cock. how his cock had a slight curve to it or how he had three big veins, two of them on the bottom near his balls while the other that ran upwards near the tip of cock. so overwhelmingly.

you could feel saliva leaking from your mouth. you were fucked out of your mind. nothing on your mind except him, and how his cock felt inside you.

"hmm, already fucked senseless huh?" he said condescendingly.  he let out another grunt as he felt your cunt squeeze around his cock. some swear words leaving his mouth.

he throw his head back, letting out grunts and groans, and the occasional growl. he bit his lip. his fangs digging into his lips, blood being spilled. all he wanted to do at this point was fill you up to brim with cum. all the way into your womb.

he felt his cock twitch at the thought, breeding..getting you pregnant so you would just be a obedient little housewife. fuck he was so close.

he felt your cunt squeeze once more around his cock this time a loud moan falling it. then he felt the way your pussy pulsed..fuck you came again.

his hands came to your legs that were once pressed against your chest. he moved them over his shoulders. you felt the stretch of your legs though the post-orgasm

you let out a whine. he didn't stop his brutal thrusts. your pussy so stretched out from his cock, he felt like he had spilt you in half.

"fuck..i'm gonna fill you up with so much cum.." he groaned into your ear. he trailed kisses down your neck.  you let out another pathetic moan at his words. you were so out of it, but you wanted to filled you needed to be.

"hmm.." miguel hummed, his thrusts becoming faster. your nails digging more into his shoulder blades. more blood being spilled, yet it didn't matter not when you pussy is just asking to filled

miguel press his body closer towards yours, pushing your legs even further, the uncomfortable sensation was soon turning into pleasure.

miguel leaned in for a kiss. the kiss was so sloppy. saliva being smeared everywhere. he nibbled on your lips before trailing his kisses down your neck. his kisses soon turning into sucking. his fangs grazing your neck.

miguel's thrusts became more sloppy. his groans and grunts becoming more and more louder.

he was so close, and he was gonna fill you up until your cunt was overflowing with his cum. he sallowed before he did one more deep thrust. you felt it hit that spot that sent you seeing stars.

you let out another choked moan, you came all around his cock. miguel let out a choked out grunt before you felt ropes of warm cum feeling your insides

your pussy pulsed around his dick miguel had throw his head back as he continued to send ropes and ropes of his white creamy cum filling your womb with his seed.

miguel finally catches his breath. you look down at we're you guys we're connected. he slowly pulled out. you let out a soft whimper as you felt his cock leave your cunt

miguel let out a soft groan as he stared at your cunt that was oozing out his cum. he rubbed the tip of his now soften cock up and down your slit before he pushed the tip back in.

your eyes widened when you felt him push his tip back in, though your post orgasm state you choked out a response

"..h-hah, no more..fuck i swear to got miguel" you spoke. you started at him with half lidded eyes. then you saw his face twist into a grin

" it's seems you still have some words left in you..i guess i'm just gonna have to fuck the rest out of you..mi cariño.."

[daryltwdixon]

The Promise of Us: Chapter 44

Another chapter pretty by the book in terms of canon :)

“I’m goin’ as fast as I can!” Beth says, her voice tinged with frustration as she limps along to the kitchen. But Daryl’s patience is running thin.

“Forget that,” he grunts, stepping forward. He leans down and sweeps her up in his arms, a move that catches her off guard. She giggles, her feet hitting the swinging kitchen door as he carries her to the table like she’s royalty. He sets her down in a chair, surprisingly gentle. “Here you go,” he makes his way to him own chair next to her, “Alright, let’s eat.”

But just as they’re about to dig in, the faint clatter of disturbed cans at the front door cuts through the room like a sharp alarm. Daryl’s instincts kick in instantly, his body tensing as he grabs his crossbow. He’s on his feet in a flash, the familiar weight of the weapon bringing him back to full alertness.

Beth starts to rise, but he shoots her a quick, commanding glance. “Stay,” he orders, voice low but firm.

Crossbow at the ready, he moves to the door quietly, his steps slow and deliberate. He cracks it open just enough to peer outside, his body braced for whatever might be waiting. But instead of a threat, he spots a small, scraggly creature with matted fur and one cloudy eye.

“It’s just a damn dog,” he calls back to Beth, his voice a mix of relief and mild annoyance. He lowers the crossbow, his hardened expression softening as he crouches down. “Hi,” he says gently, reaching out a cautious hand toward the stray. His voice is uncharacteristically soft, like he’s speaking to an old friend. “Hi, buddy… come here,”

But as his fingers inch closer, the dog yelps and bolts, darting away with a quick burst of fearful energy. Daryl’s hand drops to his side, and he watches the dog run, a pang of sympathy cutting through him. Even the dog has learned to be afraid of touch, probably brought on by hungry walkers always after it. He stands, giving one last look in the direction the dog disappeared, then shuts the door firmly behind him.

Beth is in the front room, her footsteps light but hurried as she moves closer. “It didn’t want to come in?” she asks, her voice tinged with disappointment.

“I told you to stay back,” Daryl says, but there’s no bite in his words, just a quiet insistence.

“Yeah, but Daryl, you said there was a dog,” she replies, her playfully soft and curious, her eyes still glancing toward the door as if hoping the stray might reappear.

“Maybe he’ll come back around,” Daryl says, his voice gentler now. He reaches out, his hand resting on her shoulder briefly, the warmth of the contact feeling strange but not unwelcome. “Come on,” he murmurs, nodding toward the makeshift kitchen.

The sun has set again, hours slipping by despite being stuck in the same place all day. The room is dim, shadows growing longer as the darkness settles in. Beth busies herself with a piece of crumpled paper and a pen, scribbling something quickly.

“I’m gonna leave a thank you note,” she says suddenly, her voice breaking the silence.

“Why?” Daryl asks, his tone gruff with confusion.

“For when they come back—if they come back,” Beth explains, pausing for a moment before continuing, “Even if they’re not comin’ back, it’s a nice thing to do.”

Daryl looks at her through bites of jarred peanut butter. There’s something almost wistful in his eyes, a longing that’s as unfamiliar as it is painful. “Maybe you don’t have to leave that,” he says quietly, the words slipping out as if unplanned. “Maybe we stick around here for a while. They come back, we’ll just… make it work. They may be nuts, but maybe it’ll be alright.”

Beth’s eyes widen slightly, and there’s a spark of hope in them, something warm that he’s not sure he deserves. “So you do think there are still good people around,” she says, smiling softly. “What changed your mind?”

He shifts uncomfortably, his eyes dropping to the jar in his hands. It’s hard to explain, hard to put words to the complicated mess of feelings inside him. “Ya know,” he grunts, his voice low and reluctant.

“What?” she presses gently, leaning a little closer, her smile lingering, teasing even.

He mumbles an incoherent, “I dunno,” his cheeks flushing slightly under the dim light. It’s not just the idea of good people that’s pulling at him—it’s her, the way she’s so different from Y/N, but somehow just as important right now, like a salve over a raw wound he can’t seem to stop picking.

“Don’t,” Beth mimics his mumble then, her tone playful, but there’s a tenderness in her gaze. “What changed your mind?” she asks again, her voice softer now.

Daryl looks at her for a long time, his eyes searching hers, the silence stretching between them. The air feels heavy, thick with unspoken things—loss, hope, and something warm he’s not ready to name. It’s unfamiliar territory for him, and it makes him feel raw, exposed. He doesn’t know how to tell her that, in a way, she’s pulling him back from the edge.

“Oh,” Beth whispers, a mix of understanding and uncertainty in her expression as she reads the softness in his gaze. She bites her lip, unsure of what to say next. But the moment doesn’t last.

Suddenly, the rattling cans outside start up again, the same frantic sound as before. Both of them tense, turning toward the noise. The dog’s yelping is clear this time, a high-pitched cry that cuts through the night.

“I’m gonna give that mutt one more chance,” he grumbles, throwing down his food.

Daryl rises, but there’s something—a flicker of hope, however irrational. It’s a brief moment of clarity, a realization that maybe, just maybe, not everything is lost. He glances back at Beth, who’s still sits in the kitchen.

He walks to the front room, pulling open the door with a casual optimism, ready to let the scrappy dog inside. But instead, he’s met with the rotting faces of a horde of walkers, snarling and lunging toward him.

He grunts, slamming the door shut. The wood splinters against the force of the walkers pressing from the other side. He throws himself against it, shouting over to her, “Beth! Beth!”

Beth rushes into the room, her face pale and terrified, but she’s quick, tossing him his crossbow. He catches it with one hand, eyes wide with urgency.

“Run!” he yells, barely able to keep the door shut as the walkers push harder, their relentless snarls filling the small space. His voice is hoarse, raw with panic. He yanks the door open just enough to fire off a shot, hitting one of the walkers in the forehead before slamming it shut again.

“Beth! Pry open a window! Get your shit!” he shouts, his voice cracking with desperation.

“I’m not gonna leave you!” Beth’s voice comes from somewhere deeper in the house, the defiance clear despite the terror.

“Go out! Go up the road! I’ll meet you there!” he insists, the panic flooding his veins like fire. He catches a glimpse of her through the chaos, her face etched with a mix of fear and stubbornness. “Go!” he roars.

He bolts for the basement, using whatever he can find in the morgue to create a makeshift barricade. A heavy metal table slams against the oncoming walkers, buying him precious seconds. He grits his teeth, stabbing one in the skull, then another, sweat pouring down his face. He can feel the weight of everything pressing in—the loss, the anger, the unbearable need to survive.

The walkers are relentless, hands reaching, mouths snapping, but he manages to flip the table, pinning a few of them back long enough to make his escape. He scrambles out of the house, gasping for breath as he bursts into the night.

He’s running now, his footsteps pounding as loudly as the blood roaring in his ears. The darkness presses in around him, growls echoing nearby, but he takes down a lone walker with a quick arrow, barely breaking his stride.

His chest heaves as he nears the road, his eyes scanning frantically. And then he sees it—a bag lying on the ground. Beth’s bag.

His heart seizes in his chest as he approaches it, the realization hitting him like a punch to the gut. His eyes widen with horror, and then he hears it: the screeching of tires, the roar of an engine tearing down the road.

A hearse is speeding away.

“Beth!” he shouts, his voice breaking with desperation. “Beth!” His feet start moving before he can even think, his legs burning with the effort as he tries to catch up, but the distance only grows.

“Beth!” he yells again, voice raw, hoarse, filled with a helplessness he’d gotten so used to feeling, although the desperation had finally started ebbing. But not not, it’s back and flaring inside him like a forest fire—the hopelessness, loss. The sound is ripped from his throat, his chest tight with a suffocating mix of panic and grief. He can barely breathe as he runs, each step feeling like he’s trying to outrun not just the hearse but the crushing weight of yet another loss.

But the car keeps speeding into the darkness, its taillights disappearing around a bend, leaving nothing but the cold, empty road in front of him. He doesn’t stop, his chest heaving, his knees almost buckling under the weight of it all. But he keeps running.

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Daryl runs down the cracked asphalt, his boots pounding rhythmically against the worn road. His breathing is harsh, uneven, each exhale forming a thin cloud in the early morning chill. He’s been running for hours, his legs burning, muscles aching with every step. But he can’t stop—won’t stop—not while there’s still a chance to find the car that took her.

The road stretches endlessly ahead, littered with debris and quiet devastation. He pushes forward, his crossbow slung across his back, bouncing with each stride. His mind is focused, sharp, but exhaustion seeps into his bones, weighing him down like an invisible anchor.

After what feels like forever, he finally slows, staggering toward an intersection. The faint light of dawn filters through the trees, painting everything in a pale, ghostly hue. He glances around, scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement, any hint of her trail. There’s nothing but silence and the echo of his own heavy breathing.

His legs give out beneath him, and he collapses to the ground, crossbow clattering beside him. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Sweat drips down his face, stinging his eyes, but he doesn’t bother wiping it away. Instead, he just sits there for a moment, the cold ground pressing against his skin, his chest heaving. 

For the first time in hours, he allows himself to pause, not just from the physical strain, but from the futile hope driving him forward. Deep down, he knows it’s no use. Beth is gone for good, no matter how far or hard he runs. The thought settles heavy in his chest, like a weight he can’t shake. He bows his head, his fingers laying on the cold asphalt, as the reality of it all threatens to crush what’s left of his strength. 

Everything he's ever had, even briefly, always gets taken away—ripped from him before he can even get a full hold of it. 

[starfall-spirit]

Precious Collateral

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Summary: When Rhys set out to collect his dues from the head of the Archeron house, he knew the man would be begging for more time. What he didn’t expect was to be offered the youngest daughter as collateral.

After spending only a day in the temperamental woman’s company, he found himself utterly enthralled with his new guest—and with no intention of letting her father scrape together the funds that would grant her her freedom.

CW: Non-Consensual Spanking, Very brief mention of Feyre's parents withholding meals

Chapter II

Feyre

“What is this?”

Rhysand smirked, apparently content to stand there and watch her process everything from his place in the doorway. “Your room, darling.”

“My room. Not some torture chamber you’ve set up?”

He clicked his tongue, stalking forward until he was close enough to stroke a finger down her jaw. “Little omega, you have no place there. Your father made you a pawn in our game, and nastier men than me might take advantage of your situation. But I have no intention of harming you.”

“Don’t you? You can’t expect me to believe you’ll just accept me into your home until the debt is paid.”

“Feyre, darling, if you feel you need to compensate—” Leaning down, he dragged his teeth across the soft flesh of her scent gland. She’d never hated her dynamic more than in that moment, unable to resist softening to him, her eyes fluttering shut. Alpha. Protector. Mate. Her instincts had gone haywire since meeting the man and her common sense was apparently nonexistent. “—I have a few suggestions.”

It was enough to break the strange mental fog holding her. Feyre staggered back, hands raised as if she could ward him off. “Don’t touch me,” she seethed, eyes wide. “You can’t do that.”

“You do an awful lot to tell me what I can’t do, little girl. Was it so bad, letting your instincts lead you? Have you ever been near an alpha before now or have your beloved parents kept you locked away from any chance of exploring your designation?”

“Don’t talk about them. You have no right to my personal life.” 

His lips twitched upward. “Of course not, pet. Not yet.”

He’d already turned on his heel by the time the words registered. The sheer assumption that he’d have any control of her set her blood boiling. The man was so damn confident she would fall at his feet, and why? Because of some stupid designation. She’d show him what he’d get from this omega. 

She ripped her sandal of her foot, hurling it across the room before Rhysand could cross the threshold. His hand flew to the back of his head, body tensing before he turned back on her. His eyes locked on her second shoe, already halfway raised. “I. Dare. You.” He was pissed too. Good. The moment she had her arm cocked back to throw the shoe, he was across the room, his too-big hand flying up to clamp down on her wrist, a few easy steps forcing her backwards. Crushed between the hard wall and the cage of his body, her rage only magnified. “Naughty little thing, aren’t you?”

“I—” One look at his unreasonably gorgeous face set in a scowl and that rage was zapped out of her, cold fear twisting her stomach. “Wait.”

“Oh no, darling. You made your choice. Now the only question is what I’m going to have to do about it.” 

Keeping one hand around her upper arm, Rhysand let her off the wall, guiding her instead to the large bed that dominated the space. Feyre gasped. She’d considered it may come to this, but she thought she’d at least have a few days of seclusion before he started demanding sex. “Wait, please. I’ll be good.”

He chuckled. “I’m sure you feel that way now. And if the lesson doesn’t stick the first time I’ll be more than happy to grant you a reminder.”

He seated himself on the bed, dragging her over his lap. “What the hell are you doing?”

“How many do you think you’ve earned?”

How many? She heard the crack first, then came the sting. He was spanking her like she was some obstinate child to take in hand. Like she was a brat.

It wasn’t awful, with the fabric of her jeans between them, but she imagined her captor would keep her in this position long enough for the pain to build. Each strike rained down, one after the next. “Stop. Stop, please,” she sobbed. “I’ll be good. I’ll be so good. I’ll listen now. Rhysand!”

But each plea went unanswered, and the moment she aimed to kick at him, he had her draped higher over a single muscled thigh, trapping her legs between his own. “Now, kicking at your alpha. That doesn’t seem like something my good little girl would do, does it? Don’t you worry, darling. Daddy will set you straight.”

Curving one hand under her outside hip, Rhys lifted her enough to unbutton her pants, tugging the fabric down to her knees. “No,” she whimpered. 

His palm connected again, setting the tender flesh ablaze. He was merciless, perfectly precise with each blow, thoroughly covering her ass and thighs before his strokes lightened, finally stopping when she’d given up on begging.

A moment later he lifted her into his lap, his heavy sigh nearly sending her into another bout of tears. She’d disappointed him. She didn’t know why that bothered her so much. 

She was too drained to fight him when he stripped her lower half completely to free her legs, the gruffness from before nowhere to be found as he removed her pants and underwear, tossing them aside. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice only muffled further when she pressed her face into his neck to seek his scent. Alpha. Protector. Mate.

“I know, little one. Let this lesson be behind us.”

Shifting her hips, she winced, the fabric of his slacks chafing her sore backside. Had she ever faced something more humiliating? Likely not, when her parents cared to discipline her for mouthing off by withholding a meal or what small luxuries they could afford.

She didn’t know if she hated him more or less for taking up a disciplinary role. And that inner conflict did more to scare her than any threat of punishment could.

Running his fingers through her hair, Rhysand kissed her brow. “Feyre.” She slowly raised her eyes to meet his. “You’re going to get a nightgown out of the dresser and prepare for bed. You have everything you need in the bathroom. I’ll be back in a few minutes to tuck you in for the night.”

“I don’t need—” A raised brow was enough of a threat to silence her. “Okay.”

He frowned as if hoping for a different response—more respectful, perhaps. But she didn't owe him anything after what he’d done. Even if she was a bit confused by it all, she did truly hate the man. 

She eased off of his chest, immediately pulling the top of the comforter down to cover herself until he left. His lips curled up again, but he remained silent, closing the door and leaving her with only her own thoughts for company. At least for a few moments.

“This is so fucked up.”

Still, as insane as the situation may be, if there was one thing she knew it was that her captor wasn’t a man who bluffed. Or appreciated insubordination. She still intended on making his life hell, but just for tonight enough had been said and done without her causing more trouble. She moved to the standing dresser, finding the promised nightgowns in the second to last drawer. Ridiculously skimpy, yes, but it was better than sleeping in her day clothes and Rhysand seemed to keep the townhouse warm enough. 

Grabbing the light blue option, she peeled off her shirt and unhooked her bra before throwing it over her head and finding her panties, so carelessly tossed aside a few moments prior.

She just finished up in the bathroom when the door opened again. “Ever heard of knocking? This is my room, isn’t it?”

“Bed. Now. Lay on your stomach.” He ducked into the bathroom after her, returning with a bottle of lotion and seating himself on the edge of the bed. He pulled down her panties once again and her body locked up. “Relax. Your punishment is behind you, pet.” 

The cool cream met her scalding flesh and she sank into the bed a little further, hugging the pillows she’d been given close to her chest.

“Rhysand?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I—” What was she thinking? She’d never been provided the materials she needed for a true nest in her own home. There was no way the man holding her hostage would cater to something so frivolous. “Never mind,” she whispered.

“Feyre.” She remained silent, stroking a finger down the seam of the top pillow. He sighed. “You can call me Rhys, you know. Only my enemies use my full name.”

“And I should not consider the trio holding me hostage my enemies?” His eyes narrowed, but he held his tongue. Breaking eye contact, Feyre turned so her cheek was flat to the pillow. “I’d like to be alone now. Or does a pawn not even deserve a bit of silence?”

There was a light tug as his hand ran through her hair, then his weight lifted from the bed. “Don’t try anything stupid tonight. Your door locks from the outside.” She would have been angry at being locked in if she had the energy left. But the insanity of her situation, the long flight, and her punishment had left her without any fight. “Sleep tight, pet.”

~~~~~

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[alliumnightmare]

Cigarettes After Sex

Pairing: han jisung x fem!reader

WC: ~2.1k

Tags: smut! angst if you squint? no use of y/n

Warnings: jisungs kinda subby, reader is lowkey selfish and toxic, dub-con (tagging it to be safe), semi-public sex, car sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation (male receiving), mentions and describtion of smoking

Synopsis: reader uses jisung for sex

[a/n: i haven't written anything in like four years but i had this idea. also forgive me for potential grammar mistakes and especially for the fucking tenses(?) i was struggling hard - english isnt my first language lol]

You were standing outside waiting for your ride, you could smell the rain in the night air and hear the loud music from inside the house, you just stepped out of.

A car you knew too well came to a stop a few feet away from you.

Picking up your bag from the ground, you walked towards the passenger side and opened the door with a wide smile.

"What happened?" your best friend, behind the steering wheel tilts his head to the side as he asks. You dismiss him with a hand gesture, signaling him to just start the car and drive.

Your phone screen lights up the car. It's awfully silent, the only thing you can hear is the engine and the cars driving past you and you try to distract yourself from the awkward silence.

It's not the first time Jisung picks you up after a situation like this but it gets more awkward after happening so many times.

You can feel Jisung's occasional glance towards you, you know damn well you have to tell him why he had to pick you up again, but you hoped you could delay it for a bit longer.

Jisung finally comes to a halt in an empty parking lot, he unbuckles himself and turns his body slightly your way "So?".

You don't look up, trying to ignore his piercing gaze.

He coughs to get your attention, you look up "It's so dumb." you chuckle and search for the pack of cigarettes in your pocket, "You know, just the usual." Putting the paper between your lips and cupping the flame of the lighter to burn the tip of your cigarette.

You inhale the smoke into your lungs, the taste of tobacco filling your mouth.

Cigarettes stopped giving you the effects you so desperately need ages ago. At this point, it's just an addiction, but you're still trying to chase that feeling of ecstasy and relief you got when you started to smoke.

Jisung's face showed open disgust. He didn't mind you smoking in his car but he also didn't approve of it. He hates that you smoke, he didn't want you destroying your body but he also knew he had no right to tell you off.

His fingers moved to the little latch on the door, to open the window slightly to at least let some fresh air in.

He so desperately wants to just take the deadly stick from your lips and throw it out the window. He wants to tell you that you should stop and search for other coping mechanisms and that he's there to help you through all of it. But instead, he just sits next to you every time and observes how you exhale the smoke from your gorgeous lips.

"Listen, you wanted me to pick you up, and you're obviously hurt" Jisung was looking at the mascara streaks running down your face, exposing you were crying, "so just tell me what he did this time."

You exhale another cloud of the toxic smoke before speaking "It's just, we were making out, about to-" You pause and look away in embarrassment, "You know... anyway, he basically broke up with me and walked away again"

The brunette looks in the opposite direction, trying to hide the annoyed roll of his eyes. He takes your hand in his and locks eyes with you: "You need to let him go for good. He's not worth your time. He broke up with you over seven times in the past three months"

You know Jisung was right, he always is. But you're only human, with needs. And your boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, makes you feel wanted, at least most of the time.

"You deserve someone who treats you better, who knows your worth, who treats you like a princess" Your best friend's eyes are filled with so much concern and love for you. You've seen him look at you this way so many times. You know he has feelings for you. You know you shouldn't play with him and give him hope, yet here you are crawling over the center console onto his lap.

Your legs on either side of his, the steering wheel almost painfully digging in your back, your skirt hitching up ever so slightly. It's not comfortable but it'll do the job.

He looks extremely surprised by your action but places his hands on the outside of your thighs anyway, his thumbs draw small circles on them.

Both of you aren't used to each other's body in such close proximity. Yes, you two had been best friends for years now, but you didn't do cuddling, or skinship in general, you barely even hugged each other. So being this close, in this position was new for the both of you.

You grin at him, almost teasingly "Someone who treats me like a princess, hm?"

You could see him swallow, his eyes scanning every part of your face but returning to your lips every time.

The smell of old smoke mixed with your perfume on you, made him lightheaded in all the right ways. He always wanted you this close, he always wants to smell exactly what he's smelling right now, never wants to get rid of you on top of him.

"yes." he tried to make his voice seem strong and dominant, but you could tell he was extremely nervous by your action.

Slowly, you lean forward pushing your lips on his. Not wasting any time, you cup his face with both your hands and straighten your posture, almost hovering over him at this point to deepen the kiss.

You bite his lower lip, sliding your tongue past them. He lets out a noise of surprise but moves his lips and tongue against yours. You give him some time to explore your mouth – tongues dancing against each other.

He could taste the tobacco and alcohol you had earlier. Normally he would pull away, not kiss you again, Normally he didn't like the taste. But it was you, the one he wanted to kiss for years. From your lips it tastes so different. It tastes like you. He can't get enough.

Jisung squirms under you, more or less accidentally moving his core against yours. He bites your lower lip, trying to hide a moan. Knowingly you smirk against his lips, rocking your hips on his. You could feel him grow inside his pants. His hands move from your thighs to your hips, helping you slightly move back and forth on him.

Breaking the kiss and stopping your movements, you travel your hands down his chest to the waistband of his pants, without wasting time to open them and reach inside his boxers. Moving your hands over his painfully hard cock. He hisses when your hand comes in contact with him.

You take him out in a swift motion, his tip wet from pre cum. You almost start salivating at the sight beneath you, only wanting to taste him. You take your finger and gather some of the pre cum on it, bringing it to your mouth. Eyes never leave his, as you suck it off your finger and hum.

Jisung lets out a light moan at the sight. His eyes are heavy, his lids only half open from all the excitement and arousal and the next thing he knows is your folds moving up and down on his length.

He hasn't even noticed that you took your panties off, but what he didn't know was, you left your underwear accidentally back at your ex-boyfriend's house after he left you desperate for his cock on the bathroom floor.

The feeling of his cock between your wet folds and his tip poking your clit every time you were sliding down is almost heavenly – sending jolts of pleasure down your spine, straight to your core.

"f-fuck", Jisung was almost whimpering.

He would think about how your cunt would feel around him every night, the real thing was so much better than everything he could've ever imagined.

Lips on his neck, his mouth slightly open. As you continue to rock your hips on his dick, you were sucking and biting his neck, leaving your marks on his soft skin – A little souvenir for him.

You couldn't take it anymore, you needed to be filled badly, you don't care who or what it was, as long as it would fill you nicely and Jisungs cock looked perfect for this job.

Slightly raising your hips you teased yourself with his red tip, before pushing it against your entrance and lowering yourself onto him.

The delicious stretch had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. Jisung inclines the backrest of his seat to give you more space to move and him a more comfortable position, but as he does his cock slips deeper inside of you. Both of you caught off guard, moan in unison

You had better cock in your life but he felt like heaven inside you at this very moment.

You don't wanna be too mean, so you give him time to ground himself inside of you. Only circling your hips ever so slightly to get some friction.

The moment he reaches up to grop your clothed tits, is your sign to move.

You lift your hips, until only his tip is inside you and let yourself fall onto him. Jisung whines, grabbing your tit harder, just trying not to cum too early.

Your hard nipple caught between two of his fingers, trying to give you some pleasure in return, but he's gone already. He was drooling the moment your wet cunt made contact with his cock.

The only things leaving Jisungs mouth are choked noises and pretty whines and whimpers. You are now full-on fucking yourself on his cock, only looking out for your pleasure.

Both your heads are thrown back as you continuously fall on his cock. The only sound filling the car is your squelching cunt and the sounds of Jisungs choked-out moans.

The slight curve of his cock hits the spongy, sensitive spot within you so perfectly, feeling the pleasure at the tip of your toes. Your breathing starts to pick up as well, you're coming so close to your long-awaited release.

"shit, I'm cumming", Jisung warns you with a whiny whisper. You grin and continue your movements, speeding up. "P- Please, get down. I'm cumming" he repeats, this time his whine is louder.

You heard him, of course you did. Who could ignore all these cute sounds coming from him? But you want him to fill you, you need to be filled by his cum.

You start to suck and bite his earlobe, your heavy breaths directly on Jisungs ear. This gives him the rest and he shudders under you, painting your insides white. He holds onto you tight, trying to come down from his high.

Slowing your movements slightly, you fuck him through his orgasm. But after he's done, you don't stop. You continue seeking your own high. Jisung tries desperately to halt your hips, "Please stop - fuck, can't take more" his voice is weak and only a whimper. Still, you continue fucking yourself on his oversensitive dick, fucking his cum deeper into you.

You reach down to your clit, rubbing it vigorously. The contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves mixed with his cock hitting your deepest spots made you let out a loud noise from your throat.

The poor man under you is tossing and turning his head as you torture him with your soaking cunt. "You can take it. Only a bit more" you moan into his ear.

His eyes closed tightly, tears streaming down his face from the overstimulation you're putting him through. He looks so pretty all fucked out and crying.

After a few more plunges, your walls squeeze around his cock and you cum. halting your hips down, you rub your clit through your orgasm.

Your cunt squeezing and pulsing around him, before you finally lift yourself off of him, letting his poor abused cock fall out of you.

You crawl back to the passenger side, his cum trickling out of you onto the seat.

Minutes pass, Jisungs doesn't open his eyes. You give him some time to come down, his breathing still heavy.

Shortly after he opens his eyes, you lean over giving him a quick peck on the cheek, "Thanks for that, Ji". You open the door and get out "But I think I'm going back to his house".

Jisungs heavy eyes follow you as you light a new cigarette and vanish around the corner.

[stereotypicalsanriofemme]

day 2: roleplay

cw: teacher student roleplay, both roles played are consenting adults

Full piece hidden under more button cuz it’s hella long 😭

The draft under your miniskirt made your thighs rub together, trying to provide some form of warmth over your freshly shaven pussy.

This had to be one of the fucking stupidest ideas you’ve ever had. What kind of cliche porno plot was this? The cute student in a miniskirt with no panties trying to seduce their hot professor who oozes dominant energy— seriously, you couldn’t have gotten more unoriginal. But…if it worked, you’d finish with an A and a good dicking to boot.

(Your insistent thoughts suggest that maybe it’ll end up as something more. You immediately shut it down as a college student’s delusions.)

Raising a nervous hand, your newly manicured nails pressed against your palm as you knocked on the door to her office. Biting your lip from anxiety made your mouth full with the taste of candied cherries, sending a shock of adrenaline through your body as the words “come in” radiates from behind the door.

Your hands wrap around the doorknob and you turn it, ignoring the nervous throb in your stomach as you walk in. She’s sitting there, refined and perfect at her desk— in a two-piece suit today, the lip ring set to the right a reminder of her wild, former youth.

(She had mentioned in her lecture early in the semester of being big in the alternative scene. Somehow, the image of her with heavy eyeliner, piercings all over and grungy clothes made you even hornier.)

“Ah, it’s Miss Sappha,” the professor said, raising a brow and looking at you. “What brings you in here?” Her eyes rake down your body ravenously, staring at the meat of your legs and the way the high socks you wore squeeze your thighs ever-so-delectably. A part of you cheered inside knowing that it’s working.

“Well, sir,” you said, twirling one of your pigtail strands between your fingers. “I’m sure you know about my grades right now, seeing as you’re in the process of grading my final paper…”

She hummed, staring at you with dark eyes peeking out past her face-framing dark hair. “Yes. Just barely scraping by an A-. You had everything perfect, I’m just afraid you didn’t manage to hit the argumentative criteria. You were lacking in your persuasive speech. Too…passive,” she said, eyes flicking from you to her computer. Somehow, that damn word felt loaded.

“Well, uh…” you said, watching her take a sip from her tea. Fuck, why were you backing out now? You managed the walk across campus with no panties on, you can fucking talk to your professor. “I…sir, I know how you’ve stared at me.”

She choked on her tea. “I beg your pardon? You’re delusional,” she said, face flushed.

Somehow, the spike of red in her face just boosted your confidence. “Hm? Then why are you blushing?” You teased, taking a single step closer to the desk. She made eye contact with you, flushed beyond belief. “Professor, I want to strike a deal,” you cooed, taking enough steps to sit upon her desk ever so slightly. “I’ll give you what you’ve been dreaming about, and…you give me an A instead of a B+.”

She’s breathing so much harder now, and your eyes flick down to the way that she’s grasping her chair handles and her crotch is straining. Oh my god, she’s hard from just the proposition.

“I…I could get fired. I couldn’t. You’re a student,” she stammered. “It doesn’t matter what desires I have. I can’t risk my tenure.” Her pupils were blown out and you can tell from the strain in her slacks that she’s…far from small.

“Well, it’s good that I’m officially graduating once you finish my grade, hm?” You teased. “I’m sure you can keep a little secret for one week. C’mon, professor…I know you want to.”

Her jaw tensed heavily. “You little fucking minx,” she spat, resolve finally snapping. “Fine. You want your goddamn grade? Come over here and prove it.”

Your heart rate spikes as you prod around the desk, feeling the wetness of your cunt stick between your thighs. Slowly, like prey avoiding the predator’s potential pounce, you stand in front of the professor before saddling yourself on her lap, bare cunt pressed against her straining cock. Her teeth bare just a little in a silent growl, hands forcing their way up your shirt to grope your breasts.

“Little fucking tease,” she snarled. “Coming into class looking all cute and orderly. I just wanted to fuck you till you sobbed in front of that goddamn lecture hall so everyone knew what an insatiable bitch you are.”

You moaned, grinding your pussy against her dick, wracking a groan out of her in turn. “Please, sir, I want your cock,” you pout, aroused beyond belief.

“You won’t be saying that when you’re fucking choking on it,” she said in response, taking the luxury of biting down on your shoulder and sucking little red marks into it. Each flick of her tongue and scrape of her teeth against supple flesh sent another shockwave through your body. Grabbing you by the hips, she lifts you up with unknown strength, setting you down onto the ground as she stood up properly. “Kneel and stay,” she demanded, unbuckling her belt and reaching into her boxers to pull her cock out.

You ignored the way seeing her cock made you salivate and instead chose to take the tip into your mouth, suckling and staring up at the professor. She already looked wrecked, cheeks flushed and grip in your hair desperate.

“You can do better than that,” she stated, looking down at you with an amused smirk. “Suck it properly, you fucking whore.”

You moan around her cock at the utterance of such filthy words and force yourself down deeper, creating wonderful suction around her warmth and sliding up and down. She let out a moan of pleasure, feeling the hot warmth of your mouth around her dick and letting herself get lost in it. You were good— so good, keeping your throat nice and open so she could fuck your mouth how she pleased.

Pulling you off from her cock, you let out a noise of displeasure as you were forced off.

“Bend over the desk,” she ordered. “I want to come while inside of you, not in your mouth…as much as I know you’d enjoy my cum, I want to see it leak out of your pretty cunt instead.”

You whimpered and nodded, ignoring how your cunt was dripping onto the goddamn floor now and instead bent over the oak desk like an obedient little girl. Your head felt full of cotton by now, enjoying every moment of the sweet bliss submitting to her treated you with.

“Oh fuck, you’re a whore,” she moaned over the slick sounds of her working her cock. “Fuck. You didn’t wear panties? Did you take them off in the bathroom?”

You shook your head. “No, I…came here like this,” you admitted, hanging your head bashfully. However, you weren’t allowed to let it stay hanging for too long because the head of her cock was suddenly pressed up against your cunt.

“When’s the last time you got fucked?” she demands, grabbing your pigtails and wrenching them behind your head as a barbaric handle. “Last week?”

“Mm, not since I started your class,” you mumbled, and that was apparently all it took for her to ram her cock into your cunt.

You let out a scream, trying to drop your head but it was forced back up with the pull on your pigtails.

“This is me being nice, you know,” she said, starting to speed up and fuck your pussy without abandon. Every thrust battered your insides, making you yelp and moan. “If you had sex, say, a week ago, I’d be so much meaner. What do you say to me being nice, baby?”

“Th-thank youuu,” you slur out, letting a hand drop down to stroke your clit. “Thank you for fucking me, sir…”

“That’s a good bitch,” she taunted in response. “Keep fucking taking my cock.” Every slap of her hips against your ass let you feel the friction of her cock inside, her balls slapping not close enough to your clit for it to feel orgasmic. Her hips continued to jackhammer inside of you, each thrust unforgiving and strong, desperate to mark your insides as her own.

“Fuck, m’not gonna last longer,” she growled, bracing her hands above you and hips stuttering before one final slap and a spurt of warmth inside. You moan at the sensation, the band inside of your stomach finally snapping as you came with a full-body shudder and a wailed moan. Each pulse felt like an orgasm in itself, and finally the intensified feeling lessened as she slid her cock out of your cunt, a pool of white dripping out of your pussy in response.

“There you go. That’s what you wanted, hm? I’ll give you that A since you were such a good fuck,” she said, smacking your ass.

There’s a cold that passed over your body before she returned with a blanket and a warm cloth, wiping over your cunt to clean up the wetness around your thighs. “You okay, baby? How was that?”

“I can’t staaaaaand,” you complain from her desk, her gaming keyboard pushed out of the way for it. “Who gave you permission to fuck so hard?”

“Hey, it was you who came up with the fantasy,” she teased in response before pressing gentle kisses down your back and soft fabric wrapped around you. “I just deliver what my princess wants.”