yall. hear me out >\\\<

simon. ghost. riley

and omg imagine the last three pics are ones you took trying to be subtle about it too :((

also it's missing are his scars and his rlly cool ink :<

i need him so bad :3

I found these pictures, absolut congrats to the artist cause they are beautiful but I got this idea to write something

Older!Ghost Younger!Reader Female!Reader angst, crying, insecure reader, other woman kind of vibes a little

With Simon being much older, you often worried about not being good enough for him. Too young, too stupid, very little life experience especially compared to the things he’s been through. The idea of him getting annoyed with you and ending things is always lingering in your mind, like a dark cloud.

It's been a while since you got all up in your feelings about things like this, but a few days ago, when Soap and Gaz were showing you a bunch of pictures of them, the taskforce, their history in the military, the tree of you came across 2 pictures.

Slightly scuffed, with the corners roughened up from being in a box amongst many other pictures. But the image was clear on them.

Simon with his arms around a beautiful woman. Mesmerizing eyes visible in one of the pictures, long blonde hair, toned body, perfect lips and perfect face.

You hear completely sank and you could feel a lump forming in your throat the more you looked at the pictures.

“Who is this?” you asked and Soap tried snatching the pictures from you

“It’s nobody, lass” he said but you frowned at his response

He glanced at Gaz and sighed which made you even more uneasy. Simon never said anything about this woman before, ever.

“It doesn’t even matter anymore, it was so long ago” Soap said, trying to find all the excuses in the book

“Johnny, who is this” you spoke and he scratched the back of his head

“She used to work on base, she’s running with the U.S. feds now. Has been for a few years. Name’s Sidney” Johnny confessed and you glanced at the pictures again.

“What are you three still doing up at this hour?” you heard Simon’s thick accent and stern voice and you quickly hid the pictures in the pocket of your hoodie before his frame came into the few of the open rec room door.

It’s been 3 days since then and your mind was running all these scenarios about Simon with that woman. How much must’ve she meant to him? These pictures were so intimate, so passionate and so gentle at the same time.

There was not one picture you had of the two of you. Just a few ones of the entire team. Certainly not any like these.

You didn’t even know he could show this much affection to someone when others are around. The best you got was a few seconds of deep eye contact, maybe a hand cradling the back of your head for what feels like milliseconds.

Nothing like this….

Because this occupied your mind, you had a hard time at training. You had a hard time during morning workouts and the image of that woman’s body made you want to skip a few meals. Just the way his large hands were easily able to completely wrap around her tiny waist.

She was the complete opposite of you. She had blonde hair, yours was black. Hers was long and voluminous, yours was nothing compared to that. She looked like a model and you had stretch marks. You could tell she was more his age, a real mature and sexy woman.

You were running on the treadmill at a pace that made your heartrate skyrocket, eyebrows furrowed and burning that picture in your mind. Burning it until it’s nothing but black dust.

You’ve been avoiding Ghost as much as you could, limiting your interactions to the bare necessities. He noticed the shift in your attitude, of course. But you usually come around so he left you be for the first day.

The second day, he noticed your eating habits change and you spending just a little more time doing cardio than usual.

The third day, he wasn’t even been able to see your eyes cause you were hiding your gaze.

He allowed you to do your thing, waiting to see where things are headed before worrying. But he had an eye on you and things weren’t looking like he would like to.

He noticed everything about you, he was watching you even when you had no clue. Sometimes, most of the time, you didn’t catch the little things.

The almost unnoticeable way this hand slides to cover the sharp edge of the table if you bend over. The way he always walks on the left side cause he knows you like being on his right. The way he always made sure you were never disrespected by any of the other soldiers. How in the beginning, while doing room checks, he would quickly and swiftly fix your combat boots with his foot so they were perfectly straight and saving you from being tasked to clean the toilets for a week.

And those were the things he noticed himself doing for you, a little rookie.

And yet here you were, sulking and wishing for him to adore you the way the did her.

One evening, Ghost walked over to you room, knocking respectfully. There was no response so he knocked again.

“Soldier, are you awake?” he asked, checking his watch for the time but already opening the door with his other hand.

Except for the little light on your nightstand and quietly playing music, the room was missing you. Perhaps you were off to the showers.

He had a paper bag with a few meds in it for you, since the winter was here he needed made sure all his men had their immune system strong.

Opting for leaving the small bag on your bed, he noticed something already occupying it.

“Fucking hell” he mumbled to himself as he picked up the pictures. Where the hell did you get your hands on these? He thought they were lost ages ago. He hoped they were. Wished even.

Cause now it made sense why you acted the way you did.

“God damnit, kid” he sighed, looking around your room and contemplating for a second before returning his attention to the pictures.

He threw them back on your bed, leaving your room and the paper bag in front of your door. Ghost remembered walking in on you and his other two teammates one late night, looking through an old box of pictures. You must’ve found them there.

So when he went and confronted Johnny about it, he confirmed Ghost’s suspicion. He was Simon’s best mate so Johnny noticed pretty early on that there was something between you and Ghost. The many talks the 2 men had about this not being right, the guilt Simon felt about corrupting you. He knew all of it. And by extension, he was the one you always came to about Simon, being a confidant for you both.

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow, yeah?” Soap said, tapping the lieutenant’s shoulder and Simon thanked him with a nod of his head.

Next morning you walked in late to training. Hair messy and slightly curly, brushed effortlessly to one side. But your eyes betrayed you. You’ve been crying.

As Simon stood there, tall and authoritarian, in front of a line of soldiers including you and the rest of the taskforce. A clipboard in his hand, ready to give the orders for today.

It didn’t take long for Soap to start interrogating you about your wellbeing after training and you broke down, telling him your frustrations. Little did you know, Simon was listening just from behind the corner.

“I-I’m never enough, Johnny. I’ll never be enough for him. I don’t even know why I even allowed myself to be this s-stupid and to fall for him” you sobbed and it broke Ghost’s heart.

“Oh lass, I’m so sorry” Johnny said, trying his best to comfort you

“And I k-know, okay? I k-know I’m not her, whoever she is. And I could just tell from that picture, I could tell Johnny” you sobbed uncontrollably “He always hides with me, he would never just walk on the street holding my hand. Never. He would never take me out on a date, he would never kiss me in front of anyone. Cause I’m not her and I don’t look like her” you said, completely denigrating yourself.

Simon’s jaw clenched more and more with every word that fell from you lips.

“He would never act like that with anyone, anyone. Was she really that important to him? Did he really love her that much?” you asked and Soap gently shook his head but you couldn’t believe him

“They had a thing a few years back. But she wasn’t right for him, some people just never want to settle” Soap said

“So Ghost wanted to settle with her” your tone completely changed and Simon wanted to punch Soap for getting that idea in your head

“That’s ow what I meant” Johnny tired to mend his words but you already stood up, wiping your tear stained face.

“No, it’s fine. I get it now” you smiled weakly at the man in front of you, composing yourself

“Lass, hold on” Soap said but you shook your head, swallowing your broken feelings

“See you later, Johnny” you said before leaving.

This allowed Ghost to show himself.

“Sorry L.T., I think I made it worse” Soap sighed

“Can’t fucking believe this shit. Leave it to fucking Sidney to keep fucking up my life 7 years after she left” Simon growled.

That night, Simon was laying on his bed, one hand behind his head while the other one player with the small bottle of hand cream. Yours. It was still in his room, after weeks of you leaving it there. Black cherry merlot, a scent he always could smell on your hands when he cradled them in his, bringing them up to his lips and kissing them. He could even smell it through his mask.

“Fucking shit” he groaned, covering his face with both hands.

What was he supposed to do? He never really had to deal with this sort of thing before. And you’re so much younger, a completely new generation. Your little mind worked different to his when he was your age.

He always hides with me.

Those words of yours ringed in his ears in your soft, broken voice. Indeed he was overly protective of you, but how could he not? You’re just a kid.

And yes, he did try to limit his intimate interactions with you. But he was a lieutenant, well in his 30’s and you’re barely 20 years old, much lower ranked and a taskforce team mate at that.

He was a private person, he enjoyed keeping special memories, things and people just for himself. But he now feared that it gave you the impression that he only wanted you for sexual favours.

Two days later, the 141 was geared up for a new mission. You watched them getting geared up in the military aircraft. You got told off last minute by Price, deeming you unready for what turn the mission took.

So you watched them get ready. Sitting with your hands underneath your thighs, feet dangling from the box you were on top of. You couldn’t help yourself from steaking glances at Ghost, looking away just in time as a tear slipped your eye. But he caught it.

“Alright, ready?” Price called out

“Ready, cap” Soap announced as the doors of the craft opened

It didn’t feel right. You not coming with them. As they all gathered, Simon looked over his shoulder. You were looking right at him, right at his eyes. Those dark, deep eyes you adored so much. The same eyes that teased you. The same ones that you met when you looked up at him, propping your chin up on his chest after he fucks you and now plays with your hair.

He turned around, taking determined and heavy steps towards you and your eyes widened. Ghost ripped up his mask, exposing his jaw and he took his place between your legs, pulling you into him by placing both gloved hands on your ass.

You gasped before his lips were on yours, one of his hands coming up to grip your throat as his tongue slid into your mouth, deepening the kiss. You gripped his forearms, his biceps, anything you could as you arched your chest into him.

He broke the kiss after a few seconds, panting quietly as his thumb brushed over your lips.

“I’m not hiding you. I just…” he whispered

“Just come back, Ghost” you spoke softly and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, hand holding the back of your head protectively

“My girl” you heard him say, sounding like the most beautiful thing in that raspy accent.

He had to rip himself from you. He had a mission.

“Now that’s something you don’t see every day” Soap commented

“We’ll be talking about this when we’re back” Price warned Simon but he already jumped out of the plane.

You bit your lips, the taste of him still lingering. Fuck.

dad!simon, domestic!simon, husband!simon, fluff, cuteness overload

Simon never thought he would ever have a family of his own. Always 100% invested in his work, dedicating almost all of his years of life to the military and becoming one of the most feared mercenaries of all time.

Until he met you. The most delicate, precious, gentle being he’s ever seen.

He never thought himself to be capable of loving a woman this much. His woman. His wife, his absolute world.

The thought of getting you pregnant toyed with his mind a couple years into your relationship. Filling your womb with his seed, pumping all that cum deep inside your tummy and breeding you until your belly is round with his child was all he wanted to do.

And when it happened, a newfound adoration for your pregnant body began. Your beautiful round breasts, the way your hips grew wider, the little bump that he loved to caress.

And there she was. His daughter. The thing that brought him to tears when first seeing her after she was born. His child. You gave him the most beautiful gift, his child.

Being away for long periods of time sometimes hurt cause dewanted to be around to see her accomplishments.

Her first steps, first words, first ballet class, first day in kindergarten, first recital, ballet performance, piano lesson, swimming lesson – all of the things that his own father never prioritized.

Today he was at home though.

“Hi my love” Simon greeted he entered the kitchen.

He dropped his duffle bag on the way, ready to fall into your loving and welcoming arms.

“Welcome home” you whispered as he nuzzled his face into your neck, both arms wrapping tightly around your hips and gripping your ass.

Welcome home. He was glad to be home.

“I missed you so much” he whispered back.

“I missed you so much” you repeated, tears flooding your eyes. You knew it was a hard mission and he was glad he was alive after this one.

He leaned away, cupping your jaw in his hands to inspect your face. Beautiful just like the memory of you in his head. An image that was imprinted forever in there.

He allowed you to take off his mask and he didn’t waste any time in kissing you. Oh the taste of those lips, getting sweeter every time.

“My love” he said, kissing your forehead, your cheek then your lips again and then your cheeks again.

“Would you like me to make you some food?” you asked and he nodded.

“Go take a shower” you instructed.

Being home was such a privilege for him. With you, with your child.

His perfect housewife, perfect mother to his offspring. You know him better than he knows himself in some ways. He doesn’t even have to say anything, you already thought about it.

With him having the job that he did, providing material stability and luxuries for you was an easy thing, you wouldn’t ever have to worry about it.

But it also meant that he left you to deal with a lot of things alone. Everything that had to do with household things, insurances, the cars, all the things for his daughter’s education, medical check-ups, cooking, cleaning, everything.

When he was done with his shower, the perfectly placed clothes in his side of the dressing room made him smile. He loved this about you, always keeping his house clean and organized. He provided it and you took care of it.

And when he entered the kitchen, the smell of his favorite breakfast hit his nostrils. A full English, large portion for a man o his size for a late brunch.

Plated up at the perfect timing, without any of the items in front of him being cold.

“Thank you, lovie” he spoke in a gentle but raspy voice, sitting down at his usual spot at the breakfast table.

You stood beside him, running your hand up and down his muscular back in a soothing manner as he finished up his meal.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in to sit on his thigh and kissing you again.

“Your daughter is gonna be so excited to see you today when you pick her up” you smiled and he did too.

“Missed that little princess” he said.

You always sent him pictures and videos of her, even if he didn’t respond right away. She was your spitting image, a mini you and his heart overfilled with joy.

“She’s absolutely beautiful” he said, kissing your shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking about maybe giving her a sibling” he said and you smiled.

“Yeah, me too” you confessed and his arms wrapped tighter around your tummy.

“Maybe I can give you a son this time” you added and he groaned.

“You know my life would be complete then. I’m home for a while now anyway” he said and you glanced over your shoulder.

“You’re serious? Like you wanna actively try for a new baby?” you asked and he blinked slowly, meaning yes in his body language.

“I love you” you smiled, kissing him.

“I fucking love you” he said against your lips.

I wasn’t long until you two headed out to pick his daughter up from kindergarten.

“She’s gonna freak, I didn’t tell her you’re coming home today” you said and he smiled.

His haughtier saw him in his military gear before, full on mask and everything.

But now it wasn’t the time for that. He was a father, he wasn’t Ghost.

As the two of you walked into the building, you already spotter your daughter with her little curls bouncing as she jumped up and down.

“Sophia” Simon called and she whipped her head around, gasping as her eyes searched o locate the familiar voice.

“Daddy” she smiled and ran towards him, allowing Simon to pick her up and kiss her chubby cheek.

“How’s my little girl doing” he spoke in his thick Manchester accent.

“Daddy, I made something for you” she said, hurrying to slip out of his arms and ran towards her teacher.

You and Simon followed her while you hurried to gather her things and prepare her coat for her.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Riley. Sophia and her classmates made bracelets today in class and she made a special one for her dad” the teacher smiled and handed your daughter the bracelet she made.

It was a colourful bead bracelet, spelling daddy.

“Look daddy” she mumbled and Simon bent down, allowing her to slip the bracelet on his right wrist.

“You made this? You’re really talented baby, it’s so pretty” you smiled, brushing her cheek with your hand.

“Thank you sweetheart, daddy’s gonna wear it all the time. I promise” Simon said.

“Daddy you can wear it when you’re on your missions” she said and you all shared a small laugh.

“I will, sweetheart” Simon kissed the top of her head and she blushed.

And he didn’t take it off. Ever. When he got back to work and he got geared up for his next mission, he put on his well known mask, followed by his gloves.

“Nice jewelry, L.t.” Soap smiled.

“Yeah, kid made it for me” Ghost answered.

The bracelet was the only colorful thing about him when he was Ghost.

And when missions got hard and he caught a glimpse of that little bracelet, he knew in his heart that he must come back to his daughter. To you, the absolute fucking love of his life. The person who made him a man and gave him a family, unconditional love and support. And now, to the growing baby in your womb, a new addition to complete the family.

EXPERIENCE (m.)

könig x inexperienced!reader

tags: age gap, acquaintances to lovers, afab!reader but gn

cw: loss of virginity, cunnilingus, fingering, hand riding (hear me out), pussyjob, talking u thru it, praise, pet names (liebling, little one), size kink/difference, handjob, reassurance/encouragement kink, wet&messy, konig is uncut hehe, squirting

note: konig is in his 40s and reader is in their 20s!

;in which you live in the same building as a really hot, older, military man

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When you met König, you never expected the harmless interactions to ever evolve into anything substantial. He lived somewhere in the same apartment building as you did, though you didn’t know where exactly. Most times, you would find him in the elevator or cross paths with him in the lobby. 

You knew he was in the military, most of the people living in the building were. It was close to the nearby base and had rent for a damn good price. The way he carried himself, back straight and body seemingly always at attention gave him away. 

He was massive, standing much taller above you with broad shoulders and thick thighs. A lot of the time he was wearing a hood over his face, mostly when he was coming or going from work – which was seemingly all the time. 

On the few occasions that you caught him without the hood, you could tell it was him solely by his build. There was no one else in the building who looked anything like that. 

He was handsome, in a rugged, tired kind of way. He was a lot older than you were expecting him to be – probably in his early to mid forties, you guessed. He had salt and pepper hair, fine lines etched onto his face, and stern eyes from (no doubt) many years in the military. 

You had never properly spoken to him before. Hell, you didn’t even know his name. You greeted him when you saw him and smiled in passing when you made eye contact. Occasionally, he would respond in an accented voice that you longed to ask about. 

The event that changed everything was a fun little night out you had with your friends. You had maybe had a bit too much to drink before finally conceding at your friends’ behest to call yourself an Uber. 

By the time you reach your apartment building, you’re still very buzzed and starting to feel a little nauseous. You stumble to the elevator and impatiently slam your thumb on the button over and over again, losing count as you do. 

“It’s not going to come any faster,” an accented voice drones next to you, nearly making you jump out of your skin. 

“You scared the shit out of me,” you wheeze, hand over your racing heart.

“You should be more aware of your surroundings then,” he says, “Especially when you are intoxicated.”

You huff through your nose, growing annoyed at the prospect of being lectured. The elevator grants mercy and dings before slowly opening. There's a rowdy group of men inside who quickly walk out of the elevator, seedy eyes immediately finding their way to you, scanning your body up and down as they pass by. 

You feel that nauseous pit in your stomach twist as you finally step onto the elevator. Nothing to ruin your jovial mood from a nice evening more than a group of leering men. Living in an apartment building filled with soldiers, it wasn’t unusual to have them stare at you – didn’t mean you liked it. 

You cross your arms over your chest as König steps on, the elevator creaking and groaning under his immense weight. 

“What floor?” he asks softly, glancing at you over his shoulder as he stands in front of the button panel.

“3,” you mumble, leaning against the back wall. You watch him punch in the 3 but not anything else, making you raise a brow, “You live on 3 too?”

He shakes his head but doesn’t say another word. You narrow your eyes at his back, if he feels you looking, he doesn’t give it away. The elevator is plunged into silence aside from the quiet sound of the shaft moving up and up until it dings and the doors slide open. 

He steps out first, standing in the threshold to keep the door from closing as you push yourself off the wall. Your head swims for a second and you stumble past him, keenly aware of his eyes on you. 

You wander down the hallway, glancing over your shoulder to see him slowly stalking behind you. His arms hand limply by his sides, his fists clenched into fists but he remains a respectable distance. 

“Why are you following me?” you ask, unable to hide the nervousness in your tone, “You said you don’t live on this floor.”

“Young recruits are tools,” he supplies simply, “I am making sure you make it to your door without any problems.”

That causes you to hum and for a little flutter in your stomach to manifest. You brush it off and pause at your door, pulling your keys out so unlock it. You push it open and step in, letting it hit your back to keep it from closing as you turn to look at your companion.

“Thank you…um…” you clear your throat and look at him expectantly. 

“König,” he supplies simply, arms tucked behind his back, making him look even wider. 

“König…” you repeat, feeling the words on your tongue, “Interesting name. Where are you from?”

“Austria,” he replies almost mechanically, “I will be going now.”

You don’t get to say another word before he’s stalking away and down the hallway, heavy footfalls practically rumbling the ground beneath him. You slowly close your door and lean against it, hand placed over your racing heart – when did that start up? 

You blame it on your inexperience when it comes to men. You’d had a couple boyfriends, pretty standard for someone in their 20s. Your problem was none of them were ever good enough. The over-zealous types who wanted their dicks sucked as gratitude for paying for dinner. Then would turn around and either give you the most lackluster head of your life, barely any foreplay before trying to shove his dick into an unprepared hole. 

You had never given them the chance, once they showed they were only interested in their own pleasure and would more than likely not even think about touching your clit or angling for your g-spot, you stopped them and kicked them out. More often than not, you woke up to a break-up text because of course you did. 

So that was how you were still a virgin and more or less, at this point, given up on dating. You’d been single now for the better part of 6 months and had no intentions of giving any men your own age a shot at it. 

But…you hadn’t considered an older man. Like König. 

At that thought, you pushed yourself off the door and kicked your shoes off, intent on taking a shower to hopefully wash these drunken thoughts out of your head. So he’d been nice and walked you to your door, no questions asked, so what? Didn’t make him any different from men your age. 

As you made it to the bathroom, you felt your stomach finally churn for the final time and found your head buried in the toilet. You cursed yourself for not listening to your friends, who apparently knew your own limits better than you did. 

The next time you see König is just a few days later. You walk into the apartment’s gym on the ground floor, and there he is – sitting lifting weights. You pause when you see him, feeling that traitorous flutter in your chest you were sure you puked out that night you had learned his name. 

You watch the way his biceps flex, bulging so large you’re sure not even two of your hands could wrap around the girth of it. There were some scars littering his skin, most of them white and raised from age but a few that still had that new tissue pink color. You also noticed some fading tattoos encircling his forearms. Fuck, he was hot. 

You hung your head and scampered over to the treadmill, intent on getting your cardio up. 

As you run, you notice a group waltz in, laughing and shoving each other. You glance over at them, rolling your eyes when some of them make eye contact and nudge their buddies. They lean in close and whisper to each other with shit eating grins on their faces and you find frustration building up so you try to ignore them. 

“Quiet,” you hear an accented voice snap, full of authority, “You are disturbing everyone.”

The rowdy young men quiet down immediately and clear their throats, “S-Sorry, Colonel,” one of them utters.

‘Colonel? Is that high ranking?’ you find yourself wondering, making a mental note to look that up later. 

Either way, König manages to make the gym peaceful once again and you finish your workout with no other hitches. 

You grab your towel and dab at the sweat on your face and neck as you swiftly make your way out of the gym, completely unaware of the shadow following closely behind. 

You slow to a stop at the elevator, punching the button to call it as you sip on your water bottle, mindlessly going over what else you need to do with your day. The shadow behind you remains stagnant, still and silent as it lurks behind your unsuspecting form as the elevator opens and you step on. 

He follows, hefty weight causing the elevator to groan as usual. That gets your attention and you jump, placing a delicate hand over your racing heart just like you had before, eyes wide in shock at his appearance.

“You’re doing it on purpose now!” you whine at him and he has to fight back a smile at it. 

“I told you that you needed to pay more attention to your surroundings,” he replies smoothly, pressing the 3 button for you before pressing 5 for himself. 

“How is a guy as big as you able to be so quiet?” you ask softly, making note of the floor he lives on. 

“Years of training,” he gives a quick response that you hum at. There is a beat of silence before he finds himself speaking again, “You never gave me your name.”

He sees the way you look at him in surprise and he almost wishes he could rip the words from the air as soon as he says them. He doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea that he actually wants to get to know you. 

But you smile softly and give him your name with a kind nod of your head before the elevator grants him mercy and dings at the arrival on your floor.

“See you around, König,” you say as you step off. 

He doesn’t respond. 

Once back in the safety of your apartment, you find yourself going through the entire interaction in your head over and over again. Your heart races as you think back on him. 

It's as you’re making dinner for yourself that you finally have the coherent thought of revelation that you may have a crush on König. 

The revelation is almost enough to have you groaning out of frustration into the quiet sanctity of your apartment but you manage to refrain. But you can’t deny you don’t quite know what to do about it now. You had sworn off of men but…that was men your own age. König was…older than you, surely at least 15 years your senior, possibly more. You figure it couldn’t hurt to ask him out for some coffee one of these days. 

Except, the next time you see König is almost 2 weeks later. You don’t see hide nor hair of him at all. It definitely puts a damper on your confidence and you almost think your crush was just a fleeting little thing and for that you’re grateful for. 

Until the elevator opens one day and there he is. He’s wearing his hood but his eyes look even more exhausted than usual – beyond the general tiredness that comes with age. You carefully step on, joining him in the downward descent to the lobby. It’s just the two of you and feel that fluttering in your chest start up again and your hands begin to sweat. You scour your brain for something to say — anything to start up a conversation after so long of not seeing him.

“Haven’t seen you around,” you mutter softly. He hums softly in acknowledgement but doesn’t supply much of a response beyond that, “Where have you been?” you try again.

“Deployed,” he finally responds after several seconds of silence. 

You can’t find any way to respond or keep the conversation going but it’s sure that he has no intentions of doing so anyway. Still, it surprised you that he had been deployed, you hadn’t considered that. It made sense now that you thought about it. 

The elevator opened and you both stepped out. He walked much faster than you, beelining out of the apartment and you briefly considered letting him go but another part of you wanted to stop him and ask him out. 

You cursed to yourself and jogged forward, calling his name. He stopped in his tracks at the sound of you calling for him. He looks down at you over his nose, a burning gaze that makes your nervousness spike. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good time after all. 

“What?” he snaps, clearly impatient.

“Oh um…” you clear your throat and slow to a stop, “N-Nevermind…”

He huffs through his nose and resumes storming out of the apartment. You find yourself sighing deeply, following his lead. When you get outside, he’s nowhere to be seen and you once again find yourself wondering how a man of his size is so good at not being seen. 

A few nights later, the weekend rolls around and you find yourself standing in that damned elevator with him once again. He’s maskless and it gives you pause before stepping on. 

It’s silent for a few seconds before he says, “I am sorry for the other day.”

You look up at him with wide eyes, “Um…what do you mean?”

“I was not polite towards you,” he answers, casting a soft gaze towards you that makes your heart flutter, “I took my bad mood out on you and I should not have. So…I am sorry.”

“Oh…” you clear your throat and give him a smile, “it’s alright, König. I shouldn’t have bothered you with something silly.”

He frowns at you, “Something silly?”

“It’s nothing,” you assure him, smiling kindly at him. 

He wants to ask you what you mean but the elevator door opens and you step out, making him realize that you reached your floor. You wave your goodbye to him as the doors close and he lets his head fall back with a sigh once he’s alone.

Yet another bad day weighed heavily on his shoulders when you came waltzing into the elevator, bright eyed and happy. His fists were clenched behind his back and he did his best to avoid looking at you, hoping you would take the hint and not speak to him like you usually did. It hadn’t been but a day since he had apologized to you for making an ass of himself in the lobby and he didn’t want to do the same thing so soon after. 

But then you say something that sends it all crumbling down.

“Hey…” you start, fidgeting your fingers in front of you, “Would you like to get coffee sometime? Maybe lunch?”

You ask it so sweetly and softly. For some reason, that grates on his nerves even more than anything.

“What?” he snaps, cold and sharp in a way that makes you visibly freeze. 

You look up at him like a deer caught in the headlights, “Um…w-well, I just…it’s…I would like to…”

Your nervous babbling only serves to piss him off even more as his glare narrows down on you, making you shrink in on yourself where you stand. Suddenly, the elevator feels much smaller than it had ever before – even with him filling most of the space as usual. 

“You want to go out with me?” he spits, his accent growing stronger with every venomous word that he can’t seem to stop from spilling from his lips, “I am twice your age, what the hell makes you think I would want to date you?”

You swallow thickly around the lump forming in your throat and bite back the tears that threaten to form. He hears you sniffle and promptly snaps his head to look at you. Under the ugly, yellow light of the elevator he can see the tears trickling down your cheeks and he suddenly wants to slap himself into the next decade. 

He wants to open his mouth so badly and apologize for being so cruel to you. He knows he could have told you no in a much softer way rather than making your feelings seem like something revolting or stupid. But the elevator doors open and you’re slipping out before he even has a chance. He decides not to chase after you. 

It’s for the best, he assures himself. 

It only takes a few days before he’s vehemently regretting not stopping you then and there. 

It happens on a Friday night, the elevators are closing just as a hand jumps between them, sending them opening again. You step on, giggling in a way that tells him you’re just a little inebriated. You freeze when you see him standing there, maskless and cold gaze as he watches you tug a young man into the elevator behind you – clearly a little drunk himself. 

You pointedly stand in front of König, keeping your back to him to show that you’re not even willing to look at him. König feels his heart clench painfully in his chest before it’s replaced by a wash of anger as he watches the young man paw at you. He slips his hand down your back to grope at your ass, making you giggle breathlessly before you’re batting his hands away with a little bat of your lashes. 

König wishes he had an excuse to step off the elevator at the same time as you – anything to prolong his time with you. He’s never felt the desire to cockblock someone more in his whole entire life. 

But he doesn’t move. He just watches you step off without a single glance in his direction before you’re vanishing around the corner and the elevator doors close silently, leaving König alone with his thoughts. 

You couldn’t believe you brought this guy to your apartment. You especially couldn’t believe you were letting him strip you of your clothes and paw at your body like some kind of mindless dog. You had sworn to yourself that you were not going to fall into this trap again – a 20-something year old guy buying you a drink, complimenting you a little, teasing and groping you in the club until you caved and brought him home. It wasn’t your first go around – and it always ended the same way.

But you were drunk and you needed to get your mind off that stupid, giant Austrian military man that lived in your building. And wouldn’t you know it, he was on the elevator as soon as you got in. It was almost enough to sober you up, your wounded pride and feelings still so prevalent even after a few days of nursing the hurt. 

You could only hope that this would relieve you of your hurt feelings. 

Unfortunately, you quickly realized that this was a mistake. 

As soon as he started groping you, spreading your legs and trying to stuff his cock inside you without so much as a single finger of prep – you knew this wasn’t going to happen.

You tried to lead him, thinking maybe he was a little too tipsy to actually think about it.

“How about a little prep, hm?” you ask softly.

He pauses what he’s doing and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, “Oh…you’re one of those…”

He says it in disgust and you feel yourself bristle in annoyance, “One of what?”

“You want me to eat you out, right?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “That shit’s gross, c’mon just let me stick it in, already.” It was that moment that you felt any minute desire you had to have sex evaporate. 

You don’t even bother walking the guy out, leaving him to limp to the elevator in shame with a hard cock and blue balls.

It takes you a few days to find it in yourself to crawl out of your apartment. The only reason you actually do leave is because you’re in need of food – your little supply of ramen has depleted and you have to bite the bullet. 

After your little shopping trip at the nearby convenience store, you find yourself waiting for the elevator when a dark shadow looms over you. You feel a pit of dread in your stomach as you smell the musky, sweet scent of his cologne. But you don’t dare acknowledge his presence. 

He doesn’t give you long to ignore him, however, before he’s talking to you.

“How was your little date?” he asks, voice dripping in a tone of condescension that immediately puts you on edge. 

“What’s it to you?” you hiss, still not daring to look at him. 

He scoffs, “You went and found yourself a little toy to play with awfully fast. Seems your interest in me wore off quickly, no?”

That gets you to finally turn around, meeting his cold, indifferent gaze with your hot, teary one. You miss the look of surprise that flashes over his face.

“What is your problem?” you snap, “You rejected me, what the hell do you care what I do? And for your information, the date was shit. He was shit, like I should have expected any difference. God, I really am a fucking idiot,” you find yourself rambling, a lamenting spiel that you can’t seem to stop no matter how badly you want to, “Just like every prick before him, he was selfish and revolting. I thought I could finally get fucking laid and just call it a day but no, my stupid standards are too high and I find myself asking out the hot older guy in my building only for him to find me revolting!”

By the time you’re done ranting, the doors open and you storm out of the elevator, angrily gripping your bag of groceries. König is frozen where he stands, watching you leave as the doors slowly close – almost begging him to put his hand between them and stop them so he can chase after you. 

But he doesn’t.

It’s creeping up on midnight when there’s a knock on your apartment door. You’re curled up on the couch, watching some random show that you weren’t really invested in but couldn’t be bothered to change. 

The knock makes you jump, startled, but get up nonetheless. A quick peek in the peephole tells you exactly who it is before you even open it. 

You briefly consider not opening it period but find yourself opening it before you actually settle on a decision. 

König stands in front of you, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand, looking comically small. The sight is almost enough to get you to crack a smile. Almost.

But the residual hurt from the last few interactions you’ve had with him is enough to keep you stoic. You raise a brow and you practically see his confidence falter. A pang of guilt goes through you at the sight and you step aside, waving him in with a quiet huff. 

He closes the door behind him softly, kicking his boots off as he watches you wander into the living room. You take a seat on your couch, covering yourself with your throw blanket once again as you watch him wander in, gazing around at your decor before finally settling on you. 

“Um…” He clears his throat nervously and places the flowers on your coffee table, “I think that we should talk…”

“Should we?” you quip back.

He sighs, broad shoulders heaving with the movement before he takes a seat beside you, taking up a hefty amount of space on your small couch. 

“I want to apologize,” he says softly, folding his hands in his lap, “When you asked me out…I-I should not have spoken to you like that.”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, “If that’s all this is about, König, then you can go. I-I don’t really want to hear a half-assed apology about the way you rejected me. You’re not interested, let’s just move on from it. I’ll get over it.”

He shakes his head quickly and curses under his breath, a word you don’t understand – German, your brain supplies, helpfully.

“You are wrong,” he says, “I do not want you to get over it because I am interested.”

The gets you to perk up, eyes wide, “What do you mean? You said you–”

“I know what I said,” he mutters, “I am…twice your age…”

“So you mentioned before…” you reply.

“I do not think…you should be with someone old like me,” he continues softly, “You should be with someone your own age. That is what I thought. It is not that I don’t find you attractive; I think you’re sweet and lovely. But it's just…our age difference…”

“König,” you stop him from continuing, “I’m capable of making my own decisions.”

“I understand that but…” he trails off, casting a sideways glance across the room, away from you.

“I’ve tried dating men my own age, König,” you say, “It always ends the same – I send them home blue balled.”

He huffs out a laugh through his nose and finally sets his gaze back on you, “Why do you do that?”

“I don’t plan to…” you begin, running your hand along the soft fabric of your blanket, “it’s just that...I bring them home and then we start getting into it and it fucking sucks!”

“Sucks..?” The question is soft and drawn out. 

“He wants to fuck my throat and won’t even give me his fingers before trying to stick his dick in,” you spit, angrily glaring at the tv as you remember all your shit encounters, “I’ve never even let one of them go all the way.”

“You’re a virgin…?” he asks.

You shrug your shoulders, “I guess. I mean I’ve had shitty oral and stuff but…”

“I see…” he trails off, shifting in his seat, hands still folded in his lap, “Well, I would like to take you out for a date after all.”

You find a smile spreading across your face faster than you can stop it. You jump to your knees and throw your arms around his shoulders with a squeal of happiness, “Really? You mean it?”

He laughs breathlessly, a husky little sound that makes your heart race, “Does this weekend work for you?”

You eagerly nod your head and lean in. You catch the way his eyes widen briefly before your lips meet. You think he’s going to pull away from you but instead he cups the back of your head and deepens the kiss. 

You feel a shiver go through you at the feeling of his big, strong hand holding you there in the kiss. You couldn’t keep yourself from getting wet even if you wanted to. 

With your hands pressed against his firm chest, you toss one leg over his lap and find yourself seated on top of him. He breaks the kiss at that, hands migrating to your waist where he mindlessly strokes his thumb over the skin exposed by the way your shirt rode up.

You lean down and kiss him again and he groans against your mouth. You grind down against him in response to the throb that makes your pussy clench around nothing. You whimper into the kiss when he suddenly stops your movements with a firm grip. 

“We shouldn’t, liebling,” he whispers softly.

“Why not?” you whine, settling in his lips. You briefly realize that you can feel something hard beneath you and that makes you start dripping in your panties, “Don’t you want to?”

“I-I do…” he assures, “I just…want to properly court you…”

He couldn’t get any sweeter if he tried. Still, you quip back with a teasing little smile, “Wow, you are a lot older than me, huh?”

You feel giddy when the sweet look in his eyes melts away into something darker. One hand clasps the back of your head before he pulls you in for a much rougher kiss. You keen as you feel the way he exudes experience – the kiss like nothing you have ever experienced before. 

The way he moves his lips and slips his tongue into your mouth to taste your mouth, it’s not gross or too much the way it sometimes is with men who don’t know what they’re doing.you find yourself moaning into the kiss before you even realize it. 

He pulls away at that, a heady look in his pretty, blue eyes. You find yourself briefly lamenting the loss of his mouth but that thought disappears quickly when he moves to begin peppering kisses along the length of your neck, making sure to nip at your jaw and kiss your shoulder. 

He tugs the hem of your t-shirt down just a bit so he can have access to your collar bones, nipping and kissing there as well. Your head falls back as you surrender yourself to him completely. 

“Oh,” he coos softly, lips brushing against your ear, “You are just so sweet for me, aren’t you, little one?”

You practically whimper at his words as his hands slip under the hem of your shirt, fingertips barely grazing your skin. You squirm in his lap as his touch tickles you on his way up to your breasts, skirting over your ribs before fully cupping them in his roughened palms. 

You sigh into the quiet room, arching your back to press deeper into his hands. His thumbs graze over your nipples and you moan. 

Sure, you’ve had guys grope your tits before but it had never felt like this. The mindless squishing and squeezing was replaced with soft cupping and gentle brushes over your nipples until they hardened followed by pinches and flicks that left you absolutely dripping in your panties.

He takes mercy on you quickly, one hand sliding down your body to slide under your sweatpants and beneath your panties. Your hands grip his shoulders, blunt nails biting into them when one broad finger slides down, the sticky noise of your folds separating enough to send heat rushing to your cheeks.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers in a tone so soft you almost think it wasn’t meant for you, but then he tacks on, “Do you hear it?” 

“Y-Yeah,” you whimper, embarrassment flooding through you at the sticky, clicking noises that come along with his prodding, “N-Never been this wet before, König…”

That causes him to pause, blue eyes gazing at you through his eyelashes, “Is that so..?” You desperately nod your head, slowly beginning to rock your hips against his hand, but he doesn’t move again and you whine, “Has anyone ever made you cum on their fingers?”

“J-Just me,” you answer breathlessly without a second thought. 

He hums thoughtfully and after a second, he begins moving his hand again. This time he introduces more fingers, spreading your folds apart with his index and ring so he can pet your hardened clit with his middle. The feeling makes tremors run through your body and he huffs a laugh, “I guess I will show you what it feels like then, yeah?”

He doesn’t give you a moment to think let alone answer before his middle finger is sliding into you. The one digit alone is enough to stretch you, given how massive he is in whole. He crooks his finger forward and a moan rips from your chest when he hits that gooey little spot inside you. 

“A-Another, please, König!” you beg shamelessly.

“Shh,” he hushes, shaking his head, “Let me work you open on this and then you can have more.”

You practically wail in despair, letting your forehead drop forward onto his shoulder. You suddenly wish you had rid yourself of your clothes so you could see the way his hand worked against you. All you could see now was the faint movement under your pants but the mental image of that thick finger inside you, slick with your juices was enough to have you clenching desperately around him. 

After a moment, he adds a second finger and you feel like you’re in heaven. The stretch is phenomenal and his palm bumps against your clit every time he sinks them into the last knuckle. 

However, before he can set a rhythm to really start getting you off, he stops. You angrily lean back and glare at him – the sight has his lips quirking up.

“Ride my fingers,” he orders you, leaving no room for arguing.

You can tell he’s not going to give you anything unless you take it for yourself so you sit up higher on your knees so you can have the clearance to move. Your hands remain on his shoulders, clinging to him for stability as you clumsily begin to rock your hips. The only time you’ve ever done these movements is when you tried humping your pillow once after seeing it in some porn. It didn’t really do much for you so you never tried again. 

König can tell your movements are clumsy and it makes his cock throb against his thigh. He helps you along, crooking his fingers just right to grind the tips against that sweet little spot inside you. It makes you moan beautifully and he files the noise away. 

His other hand comes up to grip your hip, steadying you as you continue to hump his fingers. You’re growing more and more frustrated as you quickly realize that you’re not able to make it feel as good as he had earlier. The tearful little gaze you give him has him breaking, using the hand on your hip guiding you into more seamless movements. 

“Like this, liebling,” he directs softly, “Grind down like that, mhm, give that little clit some love, yeah?”

You become increasingly breathless as you work yourself higher and higher under his expert guidance. He can feel your juices dripping down his wrist, the snug hold around his fingers growing even tighter with every little rut of your hips. 

“You’re so precious,” he coos, feeling the way you clench up at the sound of his voice. Your body is so honest, telling him what you like without you having to say anything, “You’re going to cum, I can feel it. Be good and give it to me, yeah?”

You surge forward and desperately kiss him, one hand reaching down and gripping his wrist. It takes only a few more, desperate thrusts of your hips for you to topple over that edge. Your body trembles on his lap and you cry out in pleasure. 

He moans alongside you, watching with rapt attention as you cum all over his fingers just like he told you to.

You slump against him as you come down and he pulls his hands out of your pants. He presses a kiss against your temple in silent praise, hands rubbing your back to soothe you through the aftershocks that run through your body.

You lean back and meet his gaze, an opportunity he takes to slip his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. At that, you surge forward and kiss him, running your hands down his body to pull at the button of his jeans. He grunts into your mouth, brows furrowing at the release of pressure when you tug the zipper down.

You’re absolutely speechless when you finally pull his cock free. He watches in poorly concealed pride as you gawk at the length in your hand. You give him a slow and tedious tug, watching the foreskin roll over his head, forcing a bead of precum from the tip. 

“You’re so…big,” you whisper breathlessly.

“I know,” he grunts, unable to hide the ebbs of pleasure you give him as you play with his cock.

“Cocky,” you tease softly, continuing with your soft touches. 

“N-Not cocky,” he whispers, licking his suddenly dry hips, “Just aware of my size.”

You drop your eyes back down to his cock, hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingers don't even touch each other when wrapped around him. Precum drips from the tip, leaking down the side to meet your palm and aid in the movements. 

He leans his head back against the couch, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. It wasn’t often that he got to indulge in someone else’s hand. Your palm was so soft, much softer than his own, and delicate in your inexperience. 

He reaches down with one his hands, wrapping around yours to make you squeeze tighter, “Just like that, little one, that’s how I like it.”

You could have drooled as he said it. His hand dwarfed yours and the sight made you clench around nothing, more slick leaking into your already ruined panties. 

“Let me see you, liebling,” he whispers breathlessly, fingers hooking on the hem of your top.

You release his cock to lift your arms, letting him tug the fabric over your head. His hands are on your tits immediately, mouthing at your nipples without wasting a second.

“So pretty,” he coos with his mouth full, rolling his tongue over your nipple before nipping the bud with his lips.

He switches to the other one, wrapping his mouth around it, sucking sharply before pulling back, taking your nipple with him before releasing it with a pop. You watch with lidded eyes as he drools all over your tits. His cock flexes and twitches against your thigh as he plays with your tits.

Suddenly, with a firm grip on your waist, your whole world flips and you find yourself on your back on the couch with König on top of you. You lick your lips at the sight of his big, broad form hovering above you, caging you in as he leans down to kiss you again.

You sigh contentedly into his mouth, threading your fingers through his short, messy hair, using the grip to pin him against you. He lets you kiss him to your heart's content, only pulling back when you need air – a string of spit connecting your lips that breaks when he leans back between your thighs. 

His fingers took into the band of your pants, tugging them down, taking your panties with them until you’re completely bared before him. He’s still completely clothed aside from his cock that rests against his abdomen, occasionally twitching as his eyes rake over your nude body.

“Tell me, liebling,” he says, strong hands running up the length of your thighs, “Has anyone ever eaten you out?”

You clumsily nod your head.

“Was it good?” he asks, biting back a smile when you shake your head.

“Guys always think it’s gross or something…” you whisper softly.

He hums softly, “That is because you’ve been messing with stupid little boys.”

“You gonna eat me out, König?” you ask him, biting your lip in a poorly concealed excited grin.

“Would you like me to?” as he asks, he slowly spreads your legs open. The position causes your folds to spread apart, opening you up for his greedy eyes.

You feel your breathing speed up as he kisses down your body, starting with your lips and ending right above your clit. You feel the little bud twitch in anticipation as he tongues the skin above it, giving you a sneak peek on what is so close to it. 

“Tell me,” he says.

You whine, “Y-Yes, I want you to eat me out, König!”

He chuckles softly but doesn’t bother teasing you anymore. He meets your gaze and moves his tongue lower finally, sliding the flat of the muscle of your clit. You gasp and toss your head back into the cushions, eyes rolling back as he noisily slurps at your cunt. 

“O-Oh god!” you wail, hiccuping out noises of pleasure that you can’t seem to quiet.

König is in heaven. It’s not every day that he gets the opportunity to eat such a pretty, inexperienced little cunt. Your reactions to everything are so strong and loud. Your pussy is loud too, squelching in the room, making an intoxicating melody with your moans. He moans against you, swallowing down everything your messy little pussy drools out for him.

“Th-That feels so good, König!” you sob, kicking your feet mindlessly against his back as he captures your clit in his mouth, suckling at the bud, “You’re so good, so good, oh god!”

Never in a million years did you think being eaten out could feel this good. The mindlessly, halfhearted licks and kisses you had received in the past did nothing to prepare you for what it felt like to really have a man’s tongue on you. 

He pulls away suddenly, giving you a moment to actually breathe, “You taste so sweet, liebling.”

“König…” you whimper, looking up at him with lidded eyes, “Please, please don’t stop.”

You tug at his hair and attempt to pull his mouth back down on your pussy. You don’t care how pathetic and desperate it is, he has given you a taste of pleasure you’d never experienced before.

He has the audacity to laugh at you, brushing your hands away so he can sit up straight again. He scoots closer and you realize then that he is not planning to continue and it practically draws a sob out of you. 

“We can focus on that another time, liebling,” he promises, making you clench around nothing, more slick dribbling out for him to see, “You are so messy, you know that? Never had someone make such a mess all over me before. You must really enjoy being eaten out, huh?”

You feel your face burn hot with shame at his words, shyly hiding your face away. He smiles softly at that, “Nothing to be ashamed of, liebling…I love it, I do.”

“Really?” you quiver out the question and he nods his head.

“Yes, little one,” he coos, “I’m glad that I can make it feel good for you.”

You practically feel hearts in your eyes as he says that. You don’t think you’ve ever had a man tell you that he actually cared and enjoyed your pleasure. That was the final nail in the coffin for you – you really should have been going after older men all this time.

He disrupts your thoughts by suddenly stripping his shirt off. Your mouth goes completely dry at the sight of his bared skin – firm muscle, hair speckled all over his torso, and numerous scars from untold stories of his time in the military. You take note of the faded tattoos that become visible on his pecs and biceps; you’d always noticed the tattoos on his arms but you’d never really been given the opportunity to look. 

“You’re so handsome,” you whisper.

He pauses while ridding himself of his jeans and smiles, “Thank you, little one.”

When he’s completely bare to you, you slowly rake your eyes down the entirety of his newly exposed body. His cock hangs heavy under its own weight, glimmering at the tip with his precum. You’d never been with a guy who was uncut but the sight made you drool. 

“Now, liebling,” he says suddenly, getting your attention. He scoots closer, spreading your legs as wide as he can before laying the hefty weight of his cock against your cunt. It’s hot and throbbing and your entire body trembles at the sight, “You have to understand something.”

“What..?” you ask, breathless and unable to look away from his cock. 

“I am not like those little boys you were running around with,” he explains, hips slowly beginning to rut against you, length parting your folds and rubbing over your clit, drawing a sweet little moan from you, “I don’t stick my cock in a tight little cunt and blow my load, do you know what I’m saying?”

You shake your head, too lost in the sight and feeling of him practically fucking the outside of your pussy. He doesn’t stop the mind-numbing rolls of his hips, letting you get lost in the feeling of him stroking over your clit, saturating him in your cum. 

“That means,” he sighs, reaching up to grip your throat, forcing you to look at him as he leaned over your body, sandwiching his cock between the two of you, “I don’t cum easily, liebling. I am a grown man, I will fuck you until you cannot cum anymore. Are you prepared for that?”

The fact this man was so confident in his abilities in bed has you clenching around nothing again. You were sure the guys you almost slept with would never have been able to have the pure confidence that came from König. He knew what he was doing – he knew how to make you cum and he was going to use that experience well. You knew his age played a factor in how long it would take him to cum and you couldn’t wait to experience it.

“I want it so bad, König,” you beg softly, “Please?”

“Very good,” he praised, “You’re so good for me.”

He finally gripped the base of his cock and you watched excitedly as he pressed the tip against your entrance. You reached down and wrapped your arms around your knees, pulling them back for him so he could comfortably begin pressing into you.

The stretch is beyond anything you’d ever felt before. You knew his cock was big but watching the bulbous tip press against you and slowly spread you wide open was something else entirely. It burned in a way that had you wincing, furrowed brows making your face pinch up, making König pause. 

“It’s okay, little one,” he whispers, bringing a big thumb up to roll over your hard little clit, “Just relax for me, don’t clench up or it will hurt more.”

“I-It’s so big, König!” you wail helplessly, tearily staring up at him as he methodically works you open on his cock.

“I know,” he assures, still stroking your clit with the pad of his thumb, “But you can take it.”

You tearfully nod your head and do your best to relax your body, letting yourself sink into the couch. 

“Good, liebling, very good,” he coos, “Just let me in, nice and slow. Doesn’t it feel nice? The little burn of being stretched open but the pleasure of having this pretty little clit played with? Just lay back and enjoy it, little one.”

He’s right, of course. The burn aches, yes, but the pain and pleasure mixes the more he rubs your clit. You clench around him, an involuntary reaction that causes the head of his cock to finally pop in. Your eyes widen as you watch your cunt swallow it and with a perfectly timed tap against your clit, your back arches and you’re cumming.

“O-Oh König!” you squeal, eyes rolling back into your head as you cum around the head of his cock and nothing else.

“Oh, that’s good,” he grins, “That’s perfect, little one.”

As you come down with a tremble in your thighs, you finally fix your gaze on him once again.His eyes are lidded and pupils are blown so wide you can’t even tell they’re blue anymore. 

“That looked like a good one,” he comments almost flippantly before he rolls his hips forward, “Now you’re nice and ready for me.”

You choke on a gasp as he rolls his hips forward, fitting half of his cock inside your still spasming cunt. Your cum coats him in a slick sheen that aides in allowing him to pull back and slide back in, settling on fucking you on half his cock.

Your mouth falls open and you watch as a thick, milky ring forms around that fat middle part of his shaft, “M-More, König! Please!”

He knows you want all of him, want to know what it’s like to feel all of him stuffed deep inside you. But he knows you’re not quite ready for that yet, fucked out of your head from the intense orgasm he had just given you with ease.

“Not yet, liebling,” he coos, keeping his pace slow and steady, “Let’s work you open a little bit more, yeah?”

“No,” you whine, “Please, I want it all, König.”

“Aww, I know you do, little one,” he pants, already feeling dizzy from spearing you on his cock, “But I know what’s good for you, just listen to me and be good, okay?”

“Okay…” you pitifully whimper, sinking back into the couch. 

You abandon your hold on your legs, letting them rest around his hips limply now. He continues moving like that, inching deeper and deeper into you with every thrust. Your cunt makes embarrassingly loud squishing noises the move he works his hips against you. 

Before you know it, you’re watching with wide eyes and an open mouth as his pelvis presses against yours. Your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl in pure pleasure as you finally experience the entirety of everything König has to offer. 

You’re speared wide open and the head knocks against your cervix painfully but the little bit of pain only makes the pleasure that much sweeter. 

“There we go, little one,” he coos sweetly, “I’m so proud of you, took all of my cock so well.”

He’s so big that he presses against every sweet little spot inside you without even trying. But, oh, his experience is crystal clear in the way he moves. He may be naturally gifted with a nice, fat cock but he knew how to use it.

Seamless, rhythmic thrusts had your brain going fuzzy before you even knew what was happening. You wouldn’t have been able to be quiet even if you wanted to. You knew you would be absolutely horrified to face your neighbors later because it would be impossible for them to not know you got fucked real good. 

Suddenly, König leaned over you, resting one forearm above your head to hold his weight off of you. The position caused his pelvis against your clit every time he sunk balls deep. Sticky strings of your cum stuck to his skin but he didn’t seem to even notice how wet you were.

But, oh, he did. He was absolutely obsessed with the way you creamed and gushed around him. A nice, pliant little pussy that was more than eager to swallow every inch of his cock.

The change in position had you grappling onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you wailed into his shoulder. Every mind-numbing snap of his hips hit that gooey, tender spot inside you that had your entire body twitching from the pleasurable stimulation. Your nails bit into his back and he briefly thought about the prospect of his recruits seeing them. 

“Are you going to cum for me?” he whispered in your ear, pressing a sweet kiss underneath your ear.

You nod your head, “Y-Yes! You’re gonna make me c-cum again, König!”

He chuckles under his breath, “I know I am, little one. I’m going to make you squirt.”

“C-Can’t,” you heave, twitchy legs kicking against his back.

“Yes, you can,” he assures, leaning away to sit up once again, “I can make you squirt, trust me.”

The whine you emit pitches into a squeal when he presses his palm against your lower stomach. You reached down in a panic to grab his wrist, not used to the strange feeling of him pressing down while he fucks you. 

“W-Wait!” you wail.

“Wait for what?” he asks, but doesn’t slow even a bit in his movements.

“F-Feels weird!” you gasp, hiccuping as you squeeze his wrist. 

“I know,” he grunts, brows furrowing at the feeling of you clenching around him, “It’s supposed to. Just lay back and let it happen, liebling. I’ve got you.”

Your whole body trembles and your jaw drops as you meet his gaze, a look of wonder crossing your face as you feel an orgasm like you’ve never felt before crash over your body. It’s long, drawn out and almost painful from how good it feels. You squeeze tight around him, your clit twitching and pulsing, completely untouched as he makes you squirt. It splashes against his abdomen and drips down his thighs. 

“There we go,” he laughs, a sound that sends a flush of embarrassment to your face, “See? I told you you could do it.”

“König…” you slur, feeling as if you’ve been fucked completely braindead.

It finally dawned on you that you would never, ever be fucked by anyone as good as König has fucked you. The first cock you’ve ever been stuffed full of and he made you squirt with terrifying ease. You were completely ruined, no dick would ever be able to compare to his. 

He sees the way your gaze turns completely enamored, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars. He grins, sharp canines poking out as he leans down again, kissing your temple.

“What is it, baby?” he coos, “Dick so good it’s got you in love?”

You keen at the pure condescension that drips from his voice. But he’s not wrong, you can practically feel the hearts in your eyes as you gaze up at him.

You have no idea how long you’ve been pinned beneath him, speared open on his cock while he fucks you absolutely stupid. You notice the change in him quite suddenly. His deep, concentrated thrust changed into something less calculated, messy almost. He loses his rhythm and falters in his pace.

“I’m going to cum, liebling,” he grunts, tone pitchy and gruff, “Where do you want it?”

“Inside!” you immediately cry, not missing a beat. He sees your eyes light up at the prospect of being filled up completely by his cum. You’re so sure it’s going to be a lot, you want to feel it drip out of you as a reminder that he had claimed you.

“Is it safe?” he huffs, but you can feel his cock twitch inside you at the idea of cumming inside you.

You desperately nod your head and he allows himself to fall over that edge. He teeters on his knees before collapsing with his hands on either side of your head. He no longer tries to thrust, settling for desperate, deep grinds that stirs his cock within your walls. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling, another orgasm washing over you before you even realize you’re that close.

“Oh, fuck,” König gasps, voice breaking as your orgasm sends him over the edge.

You’re panting and whimpering, trembling as you feel the heat of his load filling you up. His cock twitches with every spurt of cum. It’s the best orgasm he’s had in a long time, his balls throbbing with every pump of cum his cock spits out. 

It oozes from around the tight seal you have around him, dripping onto the couch. He’s trembling by the time the intense orgasm comes to an end. He opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them, to see you sleepily staring up at him with a dazed smile on your lips.

“Mein Gott…” he huffs out, lowering his body to press his lips against yours sweetly, “That was incredible, liebling.”

You beam under his praise and wrap your arms around his neck, “It was, wasn’t it?”

He chuckles and strokes his thumb against your cheek, “Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?”

“Sounds good,” you agree.

The care he gives you afterwards is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. He wipes your body down gently, careful not to rub your skin too hard. He stands with you in the shower, towering over you as he lathers your exhausted body with soap. 

“Can we do that again sometime?” You ask softly when he crawls into bed beside you – which you were shocked about, but didn’t complain.

He raises a brow and chuckles, “Yes, liebling. But not right now, I could not go another round so soon.”

You giggle and snuggle into his broad chest, practically preening when he wraps you up snug against him. You sigh softly and speak up again, “Can we…still go on that date..?”

He’s quiet for a moment before you feel a kiss on the top of your head, “Of course, liebling. I would love to.”

You smile to yourself and close your eyes, content to fall asleep wrapped up in his arms. The last thing you feel before you succumb to sleep is another soft kiss against your head. You realize, sleepily, that you’ve never felt more cared for by a man in your life.

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Do you think that hashirama and tobirama would try to make there Wife fat and pregnant? Just so they can just stay at home and let them do all the work?

Tobirama and Hashirama Senju with a housewife:

WARNING: toxic relationships, obsessive behavior, misogyny, pregnancy, breeding, weight gain, bimbofication,  female reader 

Hashirama Senju

Absolutely adores his little housewife. The hokage himself is in love with having such a vulnerable and dependent wife at home who waits eagerly for his return every single day. Whenever he sits in his office doing paperwork his mind will always drift off to his little wifey at home, wondering what she is doing at that exact moment. He keeps a picture of her on his desk and is always bragging to other leaders about how beautiful his little wife is - she is his pride and joy. 

You can expect Hashirama spoiling his wife constantly and giving her every little thing she asks for. If she wants a new sundress or something special for dinner - who is he to deny his sensitive little darling? Of course this will make a primal urge come out of Hashirama. He is a caregiver at heart and cannot help but to overstep his love by becoming overbearing. He wants to know where she is at all times. If she is going to town he wants to accompany her, making sure that everyone knows that she is his little wifey. Whenever she cooks dinner he makes sure she gets double, or sometimes triple, portions. He wants his wife fat and happy in order to make her body ready for breeding. Hashirama is a lowkey chubby chaser and prefers his wife to be fat as possible anyway.

Hashirama understands the devastation of war and understands that things may unexpectedly happen. He is all too happy that his wife is not a shinobi or a medical nin. Hashirama wants his wife to stay at home at all times where it is safe. So it is inevitable that he will sneak in extra portions of food for his darling and may even slip some medicinal herbs into her tea that would slow down her metabolism. Hashirama wants his wife too fat to leave their home, and their only responsibility to care for him and their shared home. Eventually he is not satisfied with just a fat wife, he wants her to be heavily pregnant as well. 

Coming from a large family, it is expected that Hashirama would want as many children as possible. His little wife is in a never ending cycle of pregnancy and eating. After one baby is born there is another already growing inside her womb soon after. Hashirama wants to be greeted with the sight of his wife in the kitchen holding his baby in one arm, one growing inside their belly and another child hanging off their apron. Nothing gets his cock aching and leaking precum than seeins how fruitful and radiant his wife is being pregnant. 

Of course you can expect Hashirama to be a very attentive father and would help whenever he is not busy as hokage. Whenever the children are all tucked into bed and the house is quiet, Hashirama will coerce his wife to take his cock. His cock is heavy and balls are swollen with how full of sperm they are. He needs to breed his wife again while she is fruitful and eager to accept his cum. Of course the succession of body worship and spending time between his wife's thighs as a warm up is expected. Hashirama wants her to gush on his tongue at least twice before bestowing his dick to his desperate wife. 

The mating press is the only position he allows in the bedroom when they are trying to get pregnant. They have never not conceived in this position and Hashirama believes it to be the lucky position for baby making. With legs tightly held back with his hands and large cock ramming into her awaiting womb - it is no surprise the hokage is so addicted to her spasming cunny. After the third round of stuffing his potent cum into his wife Hashirama likes to end the night with cockwarming to ensure none of his sperm is wasted. 

Overall Hashirama is the best husband to have. He dutifully accepts his role as the breadwinner and happily provides for his ever growing family. His wife can be expected to be stuffed full of food and cum daily. They don’t need to worry their pretty dumb brain about anything ever again.

Tobirama Senju

A mean husband that likes to bully his little wife every day. While Tobirama is lenient about some things, his patience runs thin quickly whenever his wife accidentally burns his dinner or is not waiting by the door with their mouth open waiting for his heavy cock. He slaves away at the hokage office everyday. Is he asking for too much by having his dumb wife wait on him and make a decent meal everyday? As hokage his job is very stressful and Tobirama will work out all his stress and anger on his little wifey without holding back. Well, he can’t be too harsh since he understands that as a dumb housewife it can sometimes be difficult to multitask. However, the only things that his little wife needs to worry about is cock sucking and cooking. 

Nonetheless, Tobirama does treat his wife very well. Everything she wants she gets, but he expects the kindness to be repaid in full. For every new sundress he buys her or a special dinner brought home he wants her cunt for dessert or ass offered up that night. Coming from a prestigious clan, Tobirama is expected to provide some heirs very soon. As an experimental man, he is not above drugging his wife to become more fertile and have her ovulation days stretch out for weeks to ensure optimal breeding time. He will demand a carefully planned out schedule. Every hour is planned between feeding and fucking, there is no way his wife would not be pregnant by the end of their escapades. 

A misogynist man who believes the role of a woman is to stay three steps behind her husband. He expects her to clean their home, cook his dinner and accept his cock at any hour of the day whether they want it or not. Tobirama also expects his wife to upkeep her appearance and always wear a pretty dress and makeup. He is quick to remind his wife that they are his property and he is the only one capable of protecting them during times of war. He is likely to force her to quit any job or school she had before their marriage - her new job is satisfying him and proving heirs. His wife is not allowed outside their home unless he is accompanying them - or else he will accuse his wife of being a whore or trying to become too independent. This is also a tactic to make her more dependent. It is vicious cycle of pregnancy and home making. 

Tobirama also comes from a large family and he expects his wife to provide the heirs he needs. He is ready to get his wife fat as possible so that she is optimal for breeding and accepting his cum. He is quick to remind his wife that women were made to be bred, it is biology how women are weaker and softer than men. After a long day of work he wants nothing more than to fill his stomach with dinner and stuff his cock inside his wife’s little pussy. He demands she lay in the missionary position because he refuses to give any dominance to her, she is his fuck toy to play with and like a good dumb wife she should accept it.

Despite being a mean husband, he can be softer when she is pregnant. He is constantly horny and proud of his pregnant wife and is not afraid to let her know. Whenever she walks by with a basket of clothes in arms Tomirama would casually slap her ass or remind her to hurry up so he can use her mouth as a pussy. He finds his wife’s pregnant body very sexy and he desires it at all hours of his free time. Even though he is a stoic man who shows no emotion to the public, he still can’t help but have his mind think about the fragile little wife who follows closely in his shadows and pleases him in every way he can think of. 

When fucking his wife, his only intent is to get her pregnant. He doesn’t care much if she cums or not, but if she squirts then oh well. Tobirama is the type of man to reward his wife’s good behavior by giving her a couple of orgasms. However, he finds it difficult to refuse her when she begs pathetically for release and fat tears roll down her cheeks. It isn’t until he fucks his little doll completely brainless and stupid will he allow himself to cum inside her fertile womb. As a Senju, their cum is very potent and it would be impossible for her not to be pregnant constantly.

Overall not the most emotionally supportive husband but he definitely provides for his family. He does love his family and all the children he produced with his wife but he just shows it in different ways such as over feeding his wife to the brim and good care after a brutal fucking. 

Fuck, I need you - Part 2

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem!Reader

Summary: you both end up being hot and bothered and you take it out the best way you know how

Warning: switch!Xavier, sub!Xavier, doggy, pussy eating, deepthroat, cumshot

A/N: check out part one

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You could feel his bulge though his sweatpants, rubbing against your clit and making you even more horny.

Xavier’s hands ran up your back and under your shirt, itching to take it off and expose your lace bra which supported your beautiful chest. His eyes widened, hands immediately finding your boobs. As you continued to grind on him, you pushed your chest into his face, allowing him to kiss and bite your boobs.

A frustrated groan left his lips, the bra was in the way.

“Can I take it off?” Xavier begged and you nodded placing your hands on his chest and throwing your head back as his fingers fidgeted with the hooks of your bra for a few short seconds before the garment fell from your body, making your chest bounce.

“Fuck” Xavier whispered, pulling you closer as his hands pushed your boobs together.

His tongue licked your nipple, causing a hot wave to flash through your entire body. His eyes looked at you as he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it while his hands massaged your tits. You ran a hand through his hair, grabbing a fistful and biting your lip at the sight.

You took off his shirt, scooting further down on the bed and placing your hand on top of his bulge while looking up at him with a smirk. Playing with the hem of his sweats and giving his hard cock light squeezes – all these thins drove him crazy. You could tell by the way his hands gripped the covers on the bed.

You got up, sliding off your leggings. Xavier took this opportunity to frantically take off his last piece of clothing.

“Look at you, so impatient” you said, climbing back onto the bed and getting between his legs this time, leaning down so you were at eye level with his dick.

Your back arched, giving him the most amazing POV of your ass in the air, only wearing a black thong. You waited until his eyes locked with yours, sliding your tongue out which made his cock twitch and tap against it.

You smiled, licking the head gently before letting your tongue travel all the way from the base to the tip.

“Fuck” Xavier breathed out.

You loved overstimulating Xavier, to get him to the point where he’s shaking and can’t think straight, begging mindlessly and losing himself in the feeling. To a point where he’s choking back sobs because he’s so sensitive. Denying his orgasms and getting him frustrated was your favourite thing, it made you so wet so see him like that.

But that kind of play had to be saved for special times, now you only wanted to make him feel good, give him pleasure without him having to earn it.

“Oh fuck that feels so good” Xavier whined as your hand wrapped around him cock, pumping him up and down while your mouth latched onto the top, following the same fast pace movements as your hand.

You glanced up at him and he was looking at you with those pretty eyes, watching how you coated his cock in saliva while it dripped down your chin.

“Can I fuck your mouth please?” he asked, running a hand through your hair.

You popped off him, a trail of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his red tip as you exhaled, moaning.

“Yes” you answered and his other hand reached up, creating a makeshift ponytail as he pushed himself back into your mouth and down your throat.

The deeper his cock reached, the louder he became. Seeing your mouth full of him, your hums and moans made Xavier lose his mind. He grabbed the base of his cock, tapping it against your lips and cheek.

He watched you spit on it before you took him into your mouth again, only stopping when your forehead touched his pelvis. You stood there, not moving, his dick down your throat for a few seconds before coming up for air.

“Xavi” you said, leaning up to kiss his lips “I’m so wet for you” you added and he groaned, reaching between your thighs and causing you to smirk when his eyes widened. Your panties were soaked.

“I wanna taste you” he mumbled, parting his lips so you could slide your tongue into his mouth.

You changed positions, laying on your back while Xavier pulled your thong aside, exposing your wet pussy. He bit his lip, sliding your underwear off your legs and grabbing your thighs, pushing them backwards against your stomach as his mouth came into contact with your pussy.

His tongue slid against your folds, collecting your wetness before starting to suck on your clit. Something that he figured out about you and has been using against you was, instead of rubbing your clit hard and fast to get you to cum, he would go slow and excruciatingly. Your body would catch on fire at the feelings, you loved it. Either his fingers or tongue would stimulate your clit and it had you moaning his name.

You felt his fingers at your entrance, moaning loudly as he inserted two, curling them as he pumped them in and out, his mouth still on your clit.

“Just like that baby” you said, throwing your head back, already close to cumming.

It took you by surprise when Xavier stopped, pulling you closer to him and pushing inside you without any second thought.

“Xavier” you moaned out and he smirked, pinning your arms above your head and locking fingers with you as his hips rolled into yours

“Couldn’t wait any longer, I needed to be inside you” he pressed his forehead against yours, panting

“Fuck” you gasped when you felt him in your belly

He turned you around once he decided that he wanted a view of your ass bouncing. You arched your back, glancing over your shoulder at your boyfriend who was pounding you from behind.

Xavier’s hands wrapped around your throat, arching your further and making you look back at him from that position. He leaned down and you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue.

He spit into your mouth before caching your lips into another hungry kiss.

“I’m gonna cum soon” he groaned, slowing his trusts but pounding harder, making you moan out each time he was fully inside you again

“Where do you wanna cum?” you asked

“Your mouth, please” he whispered between moans

It only took a few more trust before he pulled out and you dropped to your knees, sicking out your tongue and waiting for him to empty himself in your mouth.

Xavier grabbed your chin in his palm while he used his left hand to pump himself a few more times, releasing with a mixture of moans and whines.

You adored the taste of his cum in your mouth, some of it getting on your chin and cheek. You showed him all the cum before swallowing it all and gently taking him into your mouth, making sure you got every last drop. He whimpered shakily and you stopped.

Xavier pulled you on top of him as he fell back onto the bed, trying to get his breathing under control. He began rubbing circles on you naked back as he felt himself calm down.

“Thank you” he whispered and you looked up, smiling

“I love you so much” you said

“I love you too. Fuck, I love you so much” he said in the most sincere tone he could muster

“We should clean up” you said and he nodded.

Fuck, I need you

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Reader

Summary: Xavier has been having a hard time and he just needs you, he needs to kiss you and touch you.

Warning: sub!Xavier, needy!Xavier, sensitive!Xavier, fluff, teasing, cute

A/N: hopefully there are not too many errors

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You were in the lounge room, talking to Ajax and Enid, gushing over their new and blooming relationship. She was so happy and excited but the best part was that Ajax was totally into her as well.

They just needed a little time to confess their feelings to each other.

You felt a pair of hands interlock with yours, a firm chest being pressed against your back as the familiar cologne invaded your senses.

“Hey” the soft voice of your own lovesick puppy whispered into your ear as he leaned his head down and placing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Hey” you smiled, squeezing Xavier’s hands a little, leaning your head against his shoulder

“Hey man” Ajax greeted his friend and Enid just waved with a smile

“What are you guys talking about?” Xavier asked

He was back from his evening run and from your position, you could feel his heart hammering against his chest, his voice a little breathless.

“Enid and Ajax, they want us to go on a double date tomorrow night” you said

“I think it’ll be super cute, I finally won’t be the thirst wheel anymore” Enid said and you all laughed

“Enid you know we love taking you with us” you said

“They’re my mom and dad” Enid explained to Ajax and he looked confused which only made you laugh harder

“Wanna come to my room?” Xavier asked and you nodded, saying goodbye for now to your friends.

Xavier held your hand in his as he pulled you up to the boys side of the dorms, into his room and gently closing the door.

You watched him as he took out his airpods, throwing them and his phone onto the bed before turning to face you.

It was the first time since he snuck up on you that you could look him into those beautiful green eyes. The outer sphere of his irises was a darker green while the middle had specks of brown mixed in with light green. Sometimes they were almost grey-ish, other times they were such an intense green.

His hair was in a half up bun, his usual running outfit, slightly sweaty.

Xavier smiled, his face luminating as he took a few steps towards you, cupping your jaw in both hands as his lips found yours. You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“How was your run?” you asked, looking up at him “Good, cleared out my head a little” Xavier confessed.

He’s been stressing out a lot lately with school work, his father, having an artistic block. He was sensitive, much more sensitive then you were. He didn’t know how to cope sometimes and he often got into his own head, shutting down and building up walls around himself.

All he needed was you. You were the only one that could make everything better.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower, okay?” he said and you nodded, closing your eyes as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Xavier’s love language was physical touch and words of affirmation. He needed to constantly touch you, even just being in the same room as you calmed him down and made him feel safe. As for words of affirmation, he needed praise, continues encouragement.

You weren’t like that but you came a long way, learning to let someone love you. You were much more resilient, much more independent.

You waited for him to finish his shower and while he did that, you looked up a movie on his laptop, grabbing some snacks from his drawer and dimming the lights a little.

Xavier fresh out the shower was on of the hottest sights in your opinion, his cheeks slightly flushed red, plush lips, wet hair. Wearing his grey sweatpants low on his lips, his slightly large white t-shirt fit him so well.

“Come here baby boy” you said, earning a smile from him.

He put his laptop aside, climbing into bed with you and nuzzling into your neck.

“Aww” you cooed, rubbing his back as he laid on top of you.

Your hand found it’s way to his hair, gently tugging at it as you played with it.

“You okay?” you asked and he hummed

“Just need you” Xavier whispered

“I’m here” you assured and he sighed deeply “You know I’m always here” you said.

Xavier pulled away a little, enough so he could look at you while he rested on his elbows.

“I love you” he said as he pecked your lips “I love you” he whined this time, making you smile “Say it back, please” Xavier whispered against your lips

“I love you” you said and he bit his lip

“Again” he said

“I love you” you giggled

His face was so cute, his needful tone and his deprived lips frantically searching for yours. Xavier plopped down, pulling you onto his lap and resting his hands on your ass as you flipped your hair to the side, leaning down to kiss him again.

His breathing changed, the kiss growing more hungry. You could tell by the little moans that occasionally escaped his mouth, the way his hands gripped your ass and how he desperately tried to move your hips against him.

You smirked, pulling away slightly, teasing him and denying him the taste of your lips. He whimpered, throwing his head back and exhaling frustrated.

“Please” he said

“Please what?” you asked, kissing his neck and jaw

“Please, I need you” he confessed

“You need me?” you continued to tease him, rolling your hips and making him moan out loud but you cut him off, kissing him.

I love how we’ve all collectively decided that Xavier Thorpe is a needy, whining sub.

¡Vamos Rams!

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Oscar Diaz | Chapter Twenty-Five

Congratulations to the writer, this is absolutely amazing 🥵🥵

good girl ⤑ ksj ft. myj ∙ pjm | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 accidentally walking in on your boyfriend’s flatmate, min yoonji, and her boyfriend park jimin, was probably the best thing you’d ever done. 〞pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: seokjin x reader x yoonji x jimin

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut • some fluff

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 23k : )

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠:  hard dom!seokjin, hard dom!yoonji, sub!jimin, sub!reader, big cock!seokjin, thick cock!jimin, possessiveness, foursomes, lots of bdsm themes, lesbian sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mistress kink, sir kink, pegging, masturbation: female, praise, pussy eating, teasing - so much fucking teasing, edging, wet & messy sex, sex toys, masturbation, pussy slapping, bondage, blindfolding, gagging, dirty talk, degradation, praise, did i mention teEASING? and edGING?, nipple play, temperature/ice play, fingering, multiple orgasms, cum eating, orgasm control, orgasm denial, overstimulation, pussy slapping, handjobs, hair pulling, cock sucking, throat fucking, deepthroating, cum eating, cum swapping, cum smearing like rubbing cum into a body, spitting, slight choking, cum swallowing, also spit swallowing, lots of neediness, listen there’s so much edging and orgasm denial in this im surprised i haven’t gone mad, cum shots, cumplay, masturbation: male, rough breast/nipple play, biting, marking, scratching, joint pussy eating, grinding, unprotected sex, rough sex, doggy style, riding, reverse cowgirl, two doms fuck each other n fight to have the upper hand, ass eating, anal fingering, anal sex, reader gets strapped, double penetration, multiple orgasms, squirting, anal creampie eating, forced orgasms, creampie, aftercare ᵘʷᵘ ˘ ³˘

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: that’s right. min yoonJI because this one’s for the gays, let’s fucking get it yeehaw. also see that tag list? i had to do it to em and by em i mean sora

⏤ edited by the wonderful @shadowsremedy​ and @peekaboongi​

⇥ dedicated to my favourite lesbian and yoonjinmin enthusiast aka @honeymoonjin​, happy late birthday loser - hope you suffer more than i did writing this : )

Stepping into your boyfriend’s flat, you shut the door quietly behind you - not wanting to disturb his flatmate, Yoonji, if she was home. Discreetly, you take your shoes off and hang your coat onto the coatrack by the door before you pad further into the flat. Originally, you and Seokjin had plans to go out for dinner considering it’s date night - however, he’d suddenly called you and said he’d be running late: something or the other about needing to finish some important paperwork at the office. Thus, you’d suggested just staying in and ordering a takeaway.

You whip your phone out and begin typing a message to your boyfriend, letting him know you’re at his apartment and would be waiting for him in his room. If Seokjin was home, the two of you would happily sit in the living room - however, without your boyfriend, you don’t feel as comfortable. You’ve met Yoonji numerous times over the course of your relationship, and you’d like to consider yourself friends. However, the reason for your hesitance in sitting in their living room, is that you’d be completely lying if you said you weren’t somewhat attracted to her.

From her pretty, delicate features such as her cat-like eyes and softly sloping nose and deliciously pouty lips - her shoulder-length bob that only highlighted the elegant column of her neck - to her slim, lithe body: toned from years of gymnastics and figure skating; Min Yoonji is the ideal woman. And you can’t help but feel the attraction towards her. In fact, if you weren’t desperately in love with your own boyfriend, and if Yoonji wasn’t currently seeing someone, you’d have tried to gather the courage to ask her out on a date. Tried being the keyword - you have no doubt that your resolve would crumble the moment she smiled at you.

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Bts Scenario - Baby names

- this is about BTS naming their baby using popular celebrity baby names I love -

Jin

Penelope - by Kourtney Kardashian and Scott Disick

Your todler was getting a little bit fussy as the two of you were at home, waiting for Jin to come back from tour. She knew he was coming, Jin reassured her last night when you face timed before Penelope was going to bed.

This little girl couldn’t sleep, she was too excited and worked up.

“Mommy, when is daddy coming?” Penelope asked as she climbed into your lap.

“He should be here any minute now. Remember he texted mommy about 2 hours ago when their plane landed” you said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“He should be here any minute” she repeated, a quite mumble which made you smile.

Just a couple of short minutes after, Jin walked through the door.

“Daddy!” Penelope screamed as she jumped off the couch, running towards her father.

Jin dropped all of his suitcases and bags and bent down to pick up his daughter.

“I missed you so much, daddy” she said with a big smile on her face hut also tears in her eyes.

You watched the scene from a small distance, giving them enough space to enjoy this reunion.

“I missed you too, Poosh” Jin said, making the little girl chuckle at the silly nickname her dad gave her.

“Have you been good?” Jin asked and she nodded while hugging him tightly.

“Give daddy a big kiss, baby” you said and her lips kissed all over your husband’s face, making you laugh.

“Welcome home” you said as you finally got to kiss Jin.

“Thank you, I missed you two so much” your husband confessed with a tired sigh.

“I know, but you’re here now,right Penelope?” you smiled.

“Yeah!” she yelled happily.

Yoongi

Stormi - by Kylie Jenner and Travis Scott

Yoongi was busy in the studio lately, preparing for their next comeback.

This meant that he usually spent most of his time away from you and your one and a half year old baby girl.

He left yesterday around 3pm, spent the night at the studio and hasn’t returned since.

But your baby girl was missing him and so were you so you decided to pay him a little visit today.

After you got your day started, finished running some errands and after Stormi woke up from her mid day nap, you got her ready and the who of you drove to the studio.

“Come on baby girl, let’s find daddy” you spoke to her as you picked her up, placing her on your hip and walking into the building.

You already knew your way around the place and people knew you as well as your daughter.

“Daddy...daddy” Stormi mumbled as she looked around, her eyes searching for her father.

When you knocked on the door to the recording room, Namjoon opened it and immediately let you in.

“Look who’s here” Namjoon spoke and Yoongi looked up drom the computer screen.

“Stormi, where’s daddy?” you asked as her eyes lit up as soon as she heard Yoongi call for her.

“Stormi girl, come here” Yoongi said as he reached out his arms for his daughter.

Everybody in the room cooed at the small daddy-daughter moment and at how cute your baby was.

“Stormi, nice kicks” J-Hope said as he pointed to her little sneakers.

“You’re so stylish, Stormi” he added which made your girl giggle, becoming shy and hiding in Yoongi’s chest.

“Stormi, who loves you the most?” you asked, knowing exactly her answer to that question.

“Daddy” she said with a smile.

Hoseok

Saint - by Kim Kardashian and Kanye West

Naming your son Saint was entirely Hoseok’s idea, he came up with the name and at first you didn’t know how to feel about it but as soon as you laid eyes on you baby, you knew that name was perfect gor him.

“Look at him...he looks just like you” Hoseok said as the two of you were admiring your one month old baby, sleeping in his crib.

Hoseok was standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist in a protective manner.

“I know...thank God,right?” you giggled and he did too.

“I’m just kidding. But he definitely has you eyes” you said and he hummed in approval.

“He’s barely a few weeks old but he already has a more expensive closet than me” Hoseok said.

“Because you keep buying him all those crazy expensive designer things” you rolled your eyes.

Hoseok reached down to rub small and gentle circles on Saint’s head, smoothing over the soft little hairs.

“He looks like a little angel, so perfect” he said and you smiled, Hoseok was such a good father already.

“He is. Can you believe we made him?” you said and he kissed you cheek.

“Let’s make another one” he whispered.

Namjoon

Luna - by Chrissy Teigen and John Legend

Your little girl was finally old enough to go to pre school but since Luna was a shy one, she was having quite a hard time fitting in and finding friends.

She was such a smart little girl, polite, curious and funny and you and Namjoon loved her to the moon and back.

Namjoon was having a week off so he wanted to drive her to and from school.

As he waited for her outside, he noticed she was one of the last kids to come out which was a little suspicious since she had a frown on her face.

“Hi daddy” she said as she climbed into her carseat.

“Hey baby, what’s wrong?” Namjoon said, stopping her and pulling her in his lap, fixing her little dress.

“Nothing” she pouted but he could see tha Luna was on the verge of tears.

“Baby girl, don’t lie to daddy. What’s gotten you so upset? C’mon baby, you gotta talk to me” Namjoon said as he wiped her tears away.

“I don’t have any friends daddy and somebody was being mean to me today” she sobbed.

“Aww, baby. You know you can’t listen to them” he rubbed her back soothingly, watching her nod.

“B-But they said I was ugly and that I can’t play with them” she stuttered.

“Luna baby, no. I don’t want you thinking that you’re not beautiful enough. Because you are, you’re strong and beautiful and smart and nobody can tell you otherwise, you got that?” Namjoon said.

“Yeah...it’s just hard sometimes, daddy” Luna mumbled.

“I know it is baby, but you never listen to those haters, okay? Pinky promise?” Namjoon asked.

“I promise,daddy” she said.

Jimin

Chicago - by Kim Kardashian and Kanye West

With Jimin being such an internationally famous singer and performer, a baby was something you didn’t plan but sort of just happened.

But nonetheless, you were happy and grateful for your little bundle of joy and Jimin soon became the most protective boyfriend and father. He simply didn’t want to risk yours and your daughter’s safety.

“Chi-Chi look at daddy” you said and pointed to the stage where Jimin and the rest of the guys were performing.

She was so focused, eyes wide. Your girl has the biggest crush on her daddy and you happen to find it the cutest thing ever. Jimin was her everything, she simply adored him, She loved it when he sang to her, when he paraded her around and showed her off at the company or to ARMY.

The concert was over and you decided to wait in the dressing room for Jimin who was th first one to walk in.

“Chi girl, come here!” Jimin called out and ran to your daughter, picking up the one year old and throwing her up in the air a couple of times.

“Did you watch daddy? Hmm? Did you?” Jimin asked, making her giggle.

She was the cutest little girl, she had most of Jimin’s facial features, her eyes a mix of his and yours. Her personality was quite a bit like his, both of them being libras.

“Chicago, how about next time daddy brings you on stage with him?” Jimin asked, kissing her chubby cheek.

“Chicago, are you performing with us next time?” Jungkook walked over, tocking the little girl.

“Yeah” she answered shyly, making you smile.

“Yeah she is” Jimin grinned as he placed his daughter down to let her run around the room.

“Chi, come here” you laughted, rushing after her just in time before she knocked over something.

Taehyung

Blue Ivy - by Beyonce and Jay-Z

Being the daughter of famous parents, both singers, your baby girl was meant to live a stable life but as much as Taehyung loved to spoil her, he also wanted to instill imporant values in her.

“Look at you baby” you giggled, filming your daughter as she walked around your closet in a pair of high heels, carrying a mini Birkin bag.

“Mommy...my shoes” she said and you giggled.

“Yeah, you have mommy’s shoes on? You look so cute” you said.

“Blue, what are you doing?” Taehyung walked in with a smile and you turned the phone to film him.

“Birkin” your baby Blue Ivy mumbled and Taehyung giggled, watching her hold a makeup brush in her other hand.

“You have your Birkin on? Wow, look at your bracelets Blue, you got so much ice” Taehyung laughed when she repeated the word ‘ice’ .

“Hey Blue, wanna come to the farmer’s market with daddy? We can go see the chickens and the baby sheep” Taehyung said and your daughter gasped in excitement.

She would drop any designer bags any day in favor of going to see the animals and pet them.

“Baby sheep” she whined, reaching for Taehyung to pick her up which he did.

“You two are so cute” you said and Tahyung smiled.

“Say bye bye to mommy” Tahyung said amd Blue waved her little hand to the camera.

Jungkook

Reign - by Kourtney Kardashian and Scott Disick

When you found out you were pregnant with a boy, Jungkook was so excited to have a mini version of himself.

You didn’t think your son would look like the spitting image of his father and you were even surprised when Reign developed the same habits as Jungkook.

Despite all of that, he was a mommy’s boy, he was protective of you, much like Jungkook, he was a cuddly and gentle boy and you loved that side of him.

Reign was also a curious and brave little boy, he surprised you every day.

“Reign, do you want to see the snakes?” Jungkook asked your son.

“Yes!” he chanted loudly.

“Are you sure that’s safe?” you asked the man who was getting a corn snake out of its cage, holding it up to Reign.

“Babe,it’s fine. Look at him, he’s having so much fun” Jungkook smiled.

“Do you want to hold the snake?” the man asked and tou shivered when your son accepted the offer.

“You’re so brave, Reign” Jungkook encouraged him.

You watched from a distance as your son had a snake around his tiny shoulders and another one in his little hands.

“So cool, Reign” you said and he smiled up at you.

“Look mommy” he giggled loudly.

“Yeah, be very gentle with them baby” you said and he nodded.

“Reign, would you like to see the tarantulas?” the man asked and you almost fainted when you watched your baby playing with the spider.

“Yeah, that’s my son right there” Jungkook grinned proudly.

Slow Down {M}

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

▽ Genre: less experienced!reader / younger!reader and experienced!jimin / older!jimin ▽ Summary: She doesn’t know if she knows how to fuck like him..But he’s still gonna tell her how to do it just the way he likes.

▽ Word Count:???

▽ WARNINGS: GDS, cuss words, dirty talk, oral sex, name calling, choking, praising

▽ Song: Chase Atlantic - Slow Down

“ I don't know if you already know how But girl, I got the feeling that you know now You're buried in the pillow, yeah you're so loud But I'm about to show you, baby, slow down “

You watched him as his tongue slipped from between those plush, plump lips, making her mind go wild with imagination. A small smirk was tugging at the corner of his mouth, dark hair falling into his eyes and hiding that mischievous glint that sparkled in Jimin’s dark irises. When he looked at you, those hooded eyes giving you the most sensual of stares, you swore you could feel your panties sticking to your core.

“Come here, little girl” Jimin called out to you and you gulped, eyelashes fluttering as you took the first step towards him. Your eyes were locked with his, it was almost like you couldn’t look away, like his eyes were magnets and you were drawn in by them involuntarily.

“You don’t have to be shy, baby” his voice seemed almost honey coated, it was that gentle, feather light and sweet. The delicate hum he let out once you were standing in between his legs was a sign of approval. You were already almost naked, only wearing a lingerie set that you got just for this occasion.

“Turn around for me” Jimin spoke, his hand coming up to brush on the outer part of your thigh. You complied to his command and twirled around so your back was facing him. Your heard him let out a quiet hiss and you flushed crimson in seconds “So fucking pretty” he almost groaned at the sight in front of his eyes.

To Jimin, you were perfect. Your skin was soft to the touch, your scent made him feel like he’s high on some kind of drug and all those little things that you did or said without even realizing how much it affected him....oh God, those little things.

You glanced over your shoulder before facing him once again. Sitting comfortably in his chair and leaning back lazily, you decided to take advantage of his relaxed state. Your dropped to your knees and his hand came up to your face, wrapping around your throat before pulling you closer, his lips clashing with yours. Your back arched and your chest pushed flush against his hips, your palms resting on his thighs. His lips brush your, innocently like a tease before turning hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. Jimin often did that, got you all worked up before diminishing your eagerness.

Leaning away, your bottom lip was caught in between his teeth. You were already out of breath, not necessarily from the kiss itself but from what that kiss made you feel.

“Now why don’t you be a good girl for me” he said and you nodded. Your hands found the belt of his jeans and after a few seconds of fidgeting with it, you managed to undo it. Peaking up at Jimin between your lashes, his eyes were dead set focused on your actions. His lips were slightly parted and red, as opposed to the usual shade of pink that coats them.

You knew exactly who he was before he met you and you knew he had a long record with an impressive resume which intimidated you but it also made you determined to give your best and show him just what you’re capable of making him feel. But most of that backfired whenever he fucked you and left you walking side to side.

Your ears perked at the moan that slipped Jimin when your hand wrapped around his cock, moving up and down at a nice pace. His eyes met yours when you leaned closer, letting your tongue touch the tip, saliva dripping down his entire length. “Keep going” he said and that’s exactly what you did. The sounds he made were comforting because you registered them as being the fruit of your hand work.

“Fuck” Jimin moaned, his hand brushing your hair out of your face and gripping it when he felt you take him fully down your throat. His hips began moving and you couldn’t stop the little moans and whimpering erupting from your chest, you were enjoying this almost as much as he was. “Fucking dirty little cock whore. you love having dick in your mouth that much?” he asked and you hummed, clenching your thighs together “Is sucking dick making your little pussy so wet?” he asked again and you nodded.

You gasped when he pulled you off of him and made you look up to him “I need you to use your words, baby girl” he said, watching you panting for air “Mmm, I really love the way you taste” you whispered, licking your lips off “Is your pussy wet?” Jimin spoke in a quiet voice that matched your tone “Yeah” you almost whined and he smirked “Stick your tongue out” he said and you did. His right hand was holding you by your hair still while his left hand wrapped around himself as a guide. When he pushed into your mouth slowly, his head was thrown back and his hips rose once again. You choked a little at the feeling of this slow pace, the stretch his cock was giving your throat was undeniable.

“Good fucking girl baby” he moaned out as you swallowed around his once or twice. He was fucking into your mouth slow and deep, completely lost in the feeling of every ridge and detail of your warm mouth. Jimin pulled out all the way before pushing back in and repeating that a few times. “Look at me” he said, grabbing your throat once again and pushing his cock into your mouth. A mixture of precum and saliva coated his cock and it dripped down your chin to your chest.

“Get on the bed” was his next command as he let go of you. Jimin watched you stumbling over to the bed as your thighs glistened with sleek that dripped from that sad excuse of a thong. He pushed up on his feet and got rid of his shirt and pants. With you sitting down on the edge of the bed, he stood in front of you now but not for long as he leaned down to kiss you and at the same time to push you down on the bed. Hands hooking around your thighs, he pulled you closer to him so you could feel his cock in between your legs.

“Jimin” you whined “Yes baby” he cooed as his lips left kisses all over your jaw and neck “Please” you said, your hands finding their way into those silky dark locks. “What is it, little girl. What are asking me so nicely for?” every placement of his lips on your skin left the area feeling like it was on fire. His hands roamed your body and you sighed in relief when he unclasped your bra, throwing it onto the floor. “Look at you, such a beauty” Jimin said.

He knew exactly how to tease you, how to handle your body. You were trembling with excitement as he made his way down between the valley of your breast to your belly. Your breath hitched when his teeth bit down on the waistband of your red thongs “Look at you, such a beauty” Jimin said. He knew exactly how to tease you, how to handle your body. You were trembling with excitement as he made his way down between the valley of your breast to your belly. Your breath hitched when his teeth bit down on the waistband of your red thongs, pulling slightly and letting the elastic slap back against your skin. You grew more frustrated by each passing minute “Fuck I can smell you baby” Jimin said and parted your legs even further “But I know you taste even sweeter than that” he chuckled lowly and you bit your lip, watching him. He left kisses on your inner thighs, inching closer to your core more and more but not reaching quite where you needed him the most. “Fuck” you moaned out, arching your back as he finally pulled the piece of clothing to the side and you felt his mouth on you. It was like you were a match and you just caught on fire, like you were a flower that just bloomed. “Oh God” you whined “No baby, that’s all me” you heard Jimin say and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, hands gripping the sheets and he sucked on your clit. You were a mess, your moans and whines echoing through the room but you couldn’t give a shit, you were way too far gone. When your thighs began to shake and you tried to push Jimin away he held you down and helped you chase your high. He didn’t give you time to adjust though and instead he gripped your thighs, pulling you close just enough. His lips were coated with your wetness and his hair was messy. “Look at me, look right here” Jimin said and pushed inside you. You gasped as your eyes widened, watching Jimin’s falling apart on top of you. His shoulders slumped and he pressed his lips against yours. His hips moved rather slowly at first but he picked up the pace, thrusting into you fast just because he loved when you were screaming his name. “Jimin, baby” you moaned and he pulled out “Turn around” he said and his hand slapped your ass “Spread” he instructed. Once you were on all fours, your chest flush against the mattress while you arched your back “So messy baby girl” Jimin moaned as he watched you spread your cheeks “Fuck look at that” you heard him say before you felt his cock inside you once again. “Oh my God Jimin” you whined. His hands were gripping your hips as he kept thrusting slow and deep inside you, making you lose it. He was so vocal and that complimented the sounds you were making perfectly. Jimin pressed his chest against your back as he kept grinding into you. You could feel his hot breath on your neck “So...deep” you chucked, crying out when Jimin began hitting the perfect spot. His hand found yours and he intertwined your fingers while his left hand still gripped you waist, preventing you from moving against his will “Nice and slow baby, let me work you” Jimin whispered into your ear “Please make me cum” you sobbed against the pillows “Say my name, baby” Jimin moaned “Jimin, oh Jimin” you panted “That’s my fucking girl right fucking there” he growled, gripping your throat and making you look back at him. He was alternating his pace and you already lost count of how many times you came already. And he knew, every time you began moaning louder, when your cunt clenched around him, you came twice already. “Cum for me baby, milk that fucking cock” he said and moved you for his pleasure. You were sprawled on the bed, out of your mind and only aware of how good he was making you feel. “I love you” he whispered against your lips “I love y-you” you whimpered as you allowed yourself to fall apart.

Bruh he wENT IN HARDDD congratulations to the writer

“Sex, blood, fashion dripping holy water                                                            Holy shit, she worshiping my dick like it’s the Holy Father” 

- Devilish, Chase Atlantic

Smut smut smut and angst, maybe fluff if you squint

Warnings: rough sex, dom!tae x brat!reader, probably offensive if you are religious, intense consensual pain? Tae corrupts the fuck out of the reader. rope Bondage, unprotected sex, devil cum?, slapping, hair pulling, biting, slight blood, fingering, oral (male receiving), degradation.  

I NEED HOLY WATER 

Word count: 6.5k

First part of my Halloween series; ‘The devil and god are raging inside of me’

Summary: You break into the office of the devil himself.  You find him terrifying, yet intriguing.  He is fuming with anger at you, yet when he realizes that you are infatuated by him, he decides to see how far he can push your lust, until you lose your wings and become a fallen angel. 

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Perks of being a superhero

You and Jungkook have been best friends since babies but now he’s acting strange. He’s keeping secrets and you don’t know why up until one night.

・pairing: bestfriend!jungkook x reader superhero!jungkook x reader spiderman!jungkook x reader

・genre: fluff, angst uwu

・warnings: none...maybe typo’s

・word count: 5,439

a/n: anyone else completely in love with this idea of spiderman jungkook? no? okay Credits to the owner of the picture “Hey Jungkook it’s me…uhm….are you nearby? It’s been almost 2 hours” you spoke on the phone to your friend Jungkook who has promised to meet you for a study session, well more like to his voice mail for the 3rd time. “Look, if you can’t make it no problem, just let me know so I’m not wasting my time waiting instead of studying for that test tomorrow” you said and hung up. Lately, bailing on you has become a habit of his and you don’t know why. Every time you ask him, he has a clever excuse and you just decide to not push it because you don’t want to cause an argument. “Hey pumpkin, is Jungkook here yet?” your mom spoke gently as she walked into your room “No and it looks like he’s not going to show up anytime soon either” you said and decided to just look over your notes now “It’s probably because of that ATM robbery, the streets must be closed” she said “What robbery?” you asked confused “It’s on the news right now” she said and grabbed the remote from your table, turning on the TV “Oh my” you mumbled as you watched the horrific scenes unfolding on the news channel “Apparently that Spiderman is there right now” she said “Is dad there?” you asked. Your dad was the head of NYPD so he must be on the scene right now “Yeah, he left me a text message saying to not wait up for him” she sighed and you nodded, focusing your attention on the textbooks in front of you “Don’t stay up too late” your mother said before leaving the room. You sighed before glancing over to your phone to check the time. Yeah, you’re definitely not waiting for Junkook any longer. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Jungkook! Wait up!” you called out as you spotted him in the halls of your high school. He turned around, his long hair getting in his eyes a little, causing him to have to run a hand through the thick, dark locks “Hey” he smiled warmly “Don’t ‘hey’ me. You forgot” you said, standing in front of him with crossed arms “Forgot what?” he asked confused after a few short seconds of processing his thoughts.You rolled your eyes and sighed “We were supposed to study for the test we have last period today. You said you’d come over last night” you said, looking at the doe eyed boy. “Oh shit….my bad. I…had something coming up, it slipped my mind completely” he groaned “It’s fine. Did you manage to study anything at all though?” you asked and he shook his head “I’m fucked if I fail this test” he said“Jungkook….” You sighed “You have to help me out, right now at lunch time” he said. It’s not the first time you help Jungkook memorize something right before a test, it has become a habit over the years of friendship you two have “Fine but I need something to eat” you said “I have a PB&J sandwich, we can share” he smiled and you nodded. He grabbed something from his locker and you headed to one of  classrooms, the one you usually go to “Alright, just teach me the essential bits” he said“Everything is essential” you said and grabbed your notes “You know what I mean. I just need to pass”he said “Alright, look” you said and began telling him the most important parts of the lesson. Since Jungkook got bored and distracted easily, he never liked to study on his own, he was the one that came up with the study session idea. “Alright” you said as the bell rang “I’ll just look in your paper if I don’t know something” he said and you gave him a look “What, we always sit together at a table” he shrugged and you smiled “If it wasn’t for me you would’ve failed in Freshman year” you said and he put an arm around your shoulders with a playful grin plastered on his face “True that. You’re my guardian angel” he said “Save those cheesy lines for one of the cheerleaders at your football game” you scoffed and he laughed, his pearly whites on full display. You shrugged his arm off and entered the class room, sitting down in the very back, Jungkook joining you.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You were walking home late at night, later than expected, from a friend’s house. You promised you’d be home by 11 but it was already 11:13 and still had a good 15-20 minutes to go before you get there,that’s if you take the shortcut. Suddenly, you remembered all those warnings they have in movies about that damn shortcut and how it’s never a good idea. You wrapped your denim jacket tighter around you,gripping your phone in your hands as you noticed 2 men, sitting on the fire escape stairway, drinking.You thought it would be best to keep a reasonable distance so you kept walking on the opposite side of the alley. Praying over and over in your head, just so they won’t say anything to you, you kept a straight face. “Excuse me ma’am!” you heard one of them call out as they noticed you. You didn’t say anything and kept walking. A chill ran down your spine when they stood up and walked your way “Oh, you’re a little missy, pardon me” the same guy chuckled, slurring on his words “I’m in a rush, please excuse me”you said politely “Why are you in a rush, baby?” the second man asked, both of them blocking your way“Please excuse me” you repeated “Hold on, we just wanted to ask you what time it is. See, none of us have our phones” he said. You didn’t say anything, just kept looking down “What happened, cat got your tongue?” he asked “The cat’s about to get something else too” his friend laughed and grabbed your arm“How about we go have some fun, baby?” he asked, his breath stinking of alcohol “Please let go of me”you said sternly but they laughed “Such a pretty face. Wonder what’s underneath that jacket” he said“Did your mommy never teach you to respect women?” a loud voice spoke up and you whipped yourhad around “Who the hell are you?” one of the two guys yelled. It was none other than New York’s own super hero, Spiderman. He was hanging upside down from the building, his recognizable suit was not to mistake. He jumped off, walking our way “Me? I’m just a guy. But I believe you two are pigs” Spiderman said “You little…get lost, spider monkey” the man said, his grip on your arm tightening, making you wince “She said let go” Spiderman said and the guy laughed “And if I don’t?” he asked “I’m trying to be a gentleman here, guys. Come on, let’s cooperate” Spiderman said “Dude, get him” the man holding you said and his friend quickly tried to get a swing to the superhero’s face but missed “Alright, now I’m mad”Spiderman said and in the blink of a eye had both men on the ground, covered in sticky web, both knocked out “Are you okay?” he tuned to you and you nodded “Just a little shaken up” you said and held your arm “Did they hurt you?” he asked, coming closed “It’s fine” you said “Why are you out all alone at such an hour?” he asked. His voice seemed a little familiar, in a way that it was a relief to hear it “I was heading home” you said “I’ll take you, come on” he said “Come on where?” you looked around dumbfounded. He chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist “Hold tight” he said “W-Wait a second” you said but he already shot his web out, gripping it tightly, flying across the alley. You let out a scream, shutting your eyes “I won’t drop you, I promise” he said “I’m just not used to flying in the air, sorry” you said sarcastically. In just a couple short minutes, you were home. You sighed in relief when your feet met the pavement, hands shaking a little from the adrenaline rush “Thank you” you said and he nodded, letting go of you “Promise me you won’t walk around like this again” he said “Promise”you smiled “Alright, I’ll wait until you go in princess” he said and leaned against the wall “Okay, goodnight and thank you again” you said and crossed the street, going in to your apartment complex. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Oh my God, did he really say that?” your best friends all gawked at you next day in school when you told them your encounter with Spiderman “I’m so jealous, I wish he would save me too” your friend Miranda said “He only saved pretty girls” one of the guys from the football team teased her. They were sitting right next to our lunch table “Shut up, Chad” Miranda rolled her eyes and you smiled. They were so obviously crushing on each other “I don’t buy it” Jungkook spoke up and I gave him a look. He was sitting on the table, his feet propped up on the bench, munching on some snacks “You don’t buy what?”I asked “Your story” he smirked “Thank God your opinion doesn’t matter” I said and he jumped off,coming over and sitting down next to me “What else happened, damsel?” he said “Did you see his face?” Jessica asked “No but he’s for sure handsome. I could tell by his voice” you giggled with her “ even make sense” Chad said “You wouldn’t understand” Miranda scoffed at him “I don’t think anyone would understand” he argued with her “You know what was weird though? He took me home but…I never told him where I lived” you said “That doesn’t make sense” Jessica said “You probably told him ,you just don’t remember” Jungkook said “I didn’t though” you said “Do you think he knows you?”Miranda gasped “Guys, you’re making this story way too colorful. Y/N probably was too shaken up and told him in a rush” Jungkook shrugged “Why are you so defensive?” you asked “I’m not” he said and gotup “Let’s go” he said and nudged me “Where?” you asked “We’re taking the rest of the day off. Anyone else wanna come?” Jungkook said “Hell yeah” Chad and some other team players also agreed “Sure”Miranda said “No way” you said “Why not?” Jungkook asked “I still have 3 classes and 2 are with Mr. Samuels an Mr. Peterson, I can’t leave” you said and Jungkook groaned “Come on goodie-two-shoes” he said “You guys go” you said and grabbed your things “Want me to pick you up when classes are over?” Jungkook asked “Sure. See you guys later” you hugged your girl friends and left.By the time you finished school and headed out, you noticed both Jungkook and your dad waiting foryou “Uh-oh, did I do something?” you smiled at them both “I don’t know, did she Jungkook?” your dad patter Jungkook’s shoulder “No David, all good” Jungkook smiled and your dad laughed “I was just in the area and thought I’d pick you up but Jungkook said he’ll drive you home” your dad said and you nodded“Everything okay? How was school?” your dad asked “Good” you sighed, a little tired “Alright. Junkook,tell your parents to come over for dinner tonight” your dad said “Sure” Jungkook said and shook hands with your dad “See you kids later” your dad said and got back into the police car, leaving. “I’ll never get over the fact that you call my dad David” you said got into Jungkook’s car “Why? We’re pals” Jungkook said “I know…it’s weird” you said and he laughed “You went to get coffee with my mom the other day”he said “Yeah but we met randomly at the mall, it was a spur of the moment” you defended yourself and he laughed “She loved me” you shrugged “I know” he smiled and ran a hand through his hair “Your hair is getting so long” you smiled and ran your hand though his lock, right at the back “Jesus” you laughed, grabbing a gentle fistful. He chuckled and you let go “Like it?” he asked “Yeah, it looks so good”you complimented him “Know who else likes it?” he asked and you hummed “Cheer captain Amber” he said and you rolled your eyes “I have a date with her tomorrow night” he said “You said we’d go to the movies tomorrow night!” you whined “Just kidding” he laughed and you groaned “You’re such an asshole” you said, looking out the window “Hey” he called you out on your choice of words “Sorry” you giggled “You’re giving me a headache” he said, a phrase your dad always uses, making you laugh.  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Hey” your mom said as she walked into your room, laying down on the bed next to you with some candy and salty goods “I thought you already had your cheat day this week” you giggled and she rolled her eyes “Give me a break” she said and ate some chocolate “So” she said and you shut your phone “So what?” you smiled “What’s up?” she asked and you laughed “What?” you whined. Your phone made a sound, notifying a new text you just received “Who’s that?” she asked. Three more text came in and you laughed “Just Jungkook” you said “You two are getting along well” she wiggled her eyebrows “Mom,he’s just a friend. We basically grew up together” you said “Yeah no, I know” she said and you laughed,grabbing your phone to text him back “What is he saying?” she asked “He’s raving about this new car that he found and likes a lot” you smiled “You two used to be inseparable when you were kids” she said“I know, we still are only that we have some other stuff going on as well, unlike back then when our biggest concern was if you allowed us to have dessert after dinner” you smiled “He’s grown up nice. So tall and handsome” she said “I know. And he’s a good person too, he’s kind and warm and funny and caring” you said and she hummed suggestively “It’s not like that, mom” you smiled.. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Hey Mrs. Jeon, how are you?” you smiled as she let you in their home “Good, I’m actually cooking dinner right now” she said “Well then I got here just in time. Need a hand?” you said “Sure” she smiled. Jungkook’s mom was so nice and lady-like, you really admired that about her. Jungkook asked you to come over Saturday night to watch some movies and stuff and you were more than happy to come. Inthe end though, he wasn’t home once you got here nor did he pick up his phone when you called. When it was already past 8pm and still no sign of Kook, you decided to leave, just after thanking his parents for the food. On your way home, Jungkook called you “Hey, sorry I didn’t pick up, I was caught up with something else” he panted over the phone “Jungkook ugh….seriously? All you do lately is ditch me after you make plans for us. It’s getting boring” I said “Where are you right now?” he asked “I’m walking home” you said “Just come back over and we can hang” he said “I’m almost home. I’ll see you another time” you said “Are you mad?” he asked “No, it’s fine. Talk to you later” you said and hung up. Did he get a girlfriend and not tell you? You were always his girl, even when he used to have a girlfriend. But ever since Senior year, he’s been acting like this, like he’s all over the place. You just wished you knew what was going on. Next morning you woke up to an apology text from Kook.                                           Jeon Jungkook 8:20 Hey, sorry again about last night        I’ll make up for it  8:20 I promise                                                                   9:01 Kook, are you okay?                                                                          Is something going on? 9:05 No, why?                                                                 9:05 I feel like you’re not telling me                                                                               something. I thought we always tell                                                                         each other everything….. 9:07 Everything is fine but….         I just can’t tell you about this         one thing                                                                                                                                                   9:07 Just tell me you’re safe and not                                                                               doing anything reckless please  9:10 Why? Afraid you’ll lose me?                                                                  9:12 Yes…. 9:13 Don’t worry         It’s not likely, princess  You blushed as you read the text from your best friend. He just had a way with you nobody else did. He always took care of you, got you to try new things. You were pretty shy up until Freshman year when he decided to not let you drift away. He got so popular in high school but you still remained best friends,the kind of friendship he would ditch his football buddies for if you asked him to come over when you weren’t having a good day. He teased you all the time, made jokes, you two fought but it never lasted more than a few hours because every time he looked at you with those sincere doe-eyes, you forgave him. He calls you princess, tells you you’re high maintenance, you’re not wifey material but at the end of the day he never means it .---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You were in your room, finishing up a PowerPoint project when there was a knock on your window. You jumped and glanced to the left. You eyes went wide when you noticed it was none other than your superhero savior. You smiled and opened the window. “What are you doing here?” you asked “I was in the neighborhood and wanted to make sure you’re not taking a night stroll” he said and you laughed“No, but I was planning on doing that tomorrow night anyway” you said “Very funny” he said and you giggled “I’d let you in but I’m not allowed to have strangers in my room” I said “Strangers? Not even when they’re superheroes?” he asked and you shook your head “That’s too bad” he said. You noticed that he was practically sticking to the brick wall of the building “How are you doing that?” you asked in awe “It’s one of the perks” he shrugged and you smiled “So how’s that English project coming along?”he asked “How did you know it was for English?” you asked confused and a little suspicious “I guessed”he said “Right…well, it’s almost ready. I just need to write something in closure” you shrugged “Aren’t you just a smart little thing” he said and you laughed “That’s what I do on a Friday night” you sighed dramatically “Such a lame goodie-two-shoes” he laughed “Not funny but anyway” you flipped your hair“I gotta go now” he said and you nodded “Thanks for the visit” you smiled “Night” he said and jumped off the building, making you gasp and lean out your window. For some reason, you thought he might hurt himself but you quickly realized that he already shot his web out, flying in the air, letting out a loud cheer of ‘woohoo’. You smiled and closed the window, going back to finishing your project . --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  “It’s so weird Jungkook, it’s like….I don’t even know how to explain it” you said, telling your best friend last night and how Spiderman was at your window “Mhm” he hummed while laying flat on your bed, scrolling through his phone meanwhile you were finishing up your makeup. You glanced at him in the reflection, completely unbothered by your venting “You don’t even care” you mumbled and he rolled his eyes with a smile “I’m listening” he said “Yeah right” you watched him text someone “Princess,I’m listening” he groaned a little, too focused on his phone. You smiled and went back to blending your contour “Why do you always put that stuff on?” he asked and you rolled your eyes again “Because I like it” you said “You’re so pretty without it” he said “I’m so much prettier with it though” you said“Whatever you like” he said and went quiet again “What should I wear?” you mumbled as you walked over to your closet, looking through your clothes. “Wear those jeans I like” your heard him say “Don’t look” you said and he hummed. You quickly got changed and put on some shoes “Ready?” he said, getting up and fixing his hair. You met up with a bunch of friends at the movies, a film you didn’t really want to see since it was a horror movie but anyway. Halfway during the movie though, Jungkook had to leave “I’ll be back in a second, okay?” he whispered “You’re not seriously leaving me to watch this with those idiots who like to scare me” I said “I’ll be right back, promise” he said “Don’t worry Y/N, I’ll protect you” one of the guys sitting to your left said, putting an arm around you “Jeon, you just go do your thing” the same guy smirked “My man” Jungkook laughed and left the next second. Jungkook didn’t return by the end of the movie so once you left the room, you called him but he didn’t pick up. “Oh my God, guys look. There’s an accident on the bridge” Miranda gasped, looking at her phone screen. Next thing you know, your dad is calling you “Dad, hey. What’s up?” you answered “Hey pumpkin, are you guys still out?” he asked “Yeah why?” you asked concerned “There’s been an accident on the bridge, we’re blocking the road right now so it’s going to be pretty chaotic on the streets” he explained “What happened?” you asked curious “I’ll tell you later. Just get home, okay?” he said “Of course. Be careful dad, I love you” you said and hung up .--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You didn’t even knock on Jungkook’s door, you just busted into his room “Dude, what the hell” he jumped a little. He was shirtless, looking himself up and down in the mirror. You slammed the door shut and walked closer. All your anger disappeared when you noticed cuts and bruises covering his torso and arms “Jesus Christ, Jungkook. What happened to you?” You asked, putting a hand on his shoulder“Nothing” he said, turning his face away from you “Kook” you said, cupping his face gently in your hands and gasping at the cut on his cheek “What happened, did you get into a fight?” you asked “No, it’s just from football practice” he said “I’m not stupid” you said “Y/N, it’s fine. Nothing happened” he said and put a shirt on “Did your mom see?” you asked and he shook his head, sitting down on the edge of the bed “Jungkook” you sighed and stood in front of him. He leaned his forehead against your tummy and sighed tiredly. You ran your hands through his curs and rubbed his back gently “Tell me. Are you in trouble?” you asked and he shook his head “What is it then? You know you can tell me” you plead him “I can’t” he looked up at you “Right….you can’t tell me anything lately” you stepped away from him and crossed your arms “Y/N please” he groaned “You ditch me all the time, you disappear. I can’t even talk to you lately. If you don’t feel like hanging out anymore, if you think I’m being pushy or needy or….if I did or said something to upset you…” you rambled “No, it’s not you, trust me” he groaned and covered his face “So then?” you asked “I can’t tell you” he said, not looking you in the eyes “Okay. Well then I can’t be your friend if you don’t let me” you said and left. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You didn’t even talk to Jungkook for the next few days in school, you didn’t sit with him in class like you always do, you didn’t sit with him at lunch, no text no phone call. But what hurt the most is that he didn’t even look for you either. Not being on good terms with his affected you more than you imagined it would and everybody could see that, your friends, your family. You were getting ready for bed when someone knocked on your window. You smiled, already suspecting who it was. “Do you do this often?” you smiled as you opened the window for Spiderman “Visit pretty girls at 11 at night at their window?” he asked “Yeah” you said “No, only on Thursday nights” he shrugged and you nodded “Something bothering you?” he asked and you ran a hand through your hair“Besides the fact that I’m not speaking to the only person in this world that I want to talk to right now?Nope” you laughed drily “What happened? Boyfriend trouble?” he asked “No boyfriend. Just a boy who’s a friend…my best friend actually” you said and sat down on the bed. You watched him climb in through your window, sitting on the edge, feet dangling in your room “Did you two have a fight?” he asked “Yeah. He’s being so difficult lately and I don’t know why. He never tells me and I just want to help him” you sighed “Maybe he has some personal stuff to deal with” he shrugged “Yeah but….what could be so huge that he can’t tell me? Even his parents noticed his behavior” you said “They did? I mean…well…maybe he doesn’t want to hurt your or he’s trying to protect you” he said “From what?Who? I don’t get it….” You mumbled “Why so curious anyway, princess? Let the guy deal” he chuckled and you smiled “He calls me princess too” you said mindlessly “Uh…” he mumbled and quickly cleared his throat “Anyway” he said and scratched the back of his neck “Is that suit comfy at all?” you chuckled“This? Meh” he said “Take the mask off” you said “Nice try” he said and you laughed “Right sorry, my bad. Your identity must remain a secret” you rolled your eyes “Keep rolling those eyes, they’ll get stuck like that” he said and you laughed “My dad told me you helped save the people during the bridge accident” you said “Yeah….” He said “That’s very brave of you” you said “Not everybody thinks spider monkey is so great” he chuckled “Well I think you’re pretty cool” you smiled “Yeah? I’m glad” he said“So what do you usually do? I mean when you’re not busy saving New York” you said “Me? I’m just a regular guy” he said “Pff, I don’t buy it” you said, crossing your arms over your chest “I’m telling you” he laughed “Does your girlfriend know that you’re a superhero?” you asked and he laughed “No, no girlfriend. But I have this gi- I mean nothing” he quickly slurred “Too busy for one, I get it” you laughed “I guess. Or maybe girls don’t like me” he shrugged “Okay. You sound like my friend Jungkook” you rolled your eyes “Is he the one you fought with?” he asked “Yeah. He swears that girls don’t like him but in reality they’re always all over him” you laughed, remembering some past instances involving Jungkook and girls from your school “Maybe he has his eyes set on one girl and that’s why he doesn’t notice the rest of them” he said “Maybe. He doesn’t tell me much lately anyway” you shrugged “He must have his reasons” he said “I know, I’m just trying to be a good friend” you said “Trust me, he knows you mean no harm” he said “Yeah…I guess” you said “I should go” he said and I nodded “No night patrol okay?” he said and you nodded, smiling “Bye” you said and watched him leave .--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You were sitting in your room, talking to Miranda over the phone about how her date with Chad went while watching the news on TV. The lady was reporting on the latest happening in New York, another night of terror as they call it “Are you watching the news?” Miranda asked “Mhm” you hummed “Spiderman is pretty great” she said. You jumped when you heard a noise coming from outside“Speaking of…..” you mumbled “What did you say?” she asked. You jumped off the bed and ran to your window “I gotta go, I’ll text you later” you said and hung up. You quickly opened your window “Jesus Christ” you said when you saw the state he was in. His suit was ripped and he was injured, panting “Help me” he said and looked up. His mask was torn, exposing his jaw and mouth. I gulped and helped him in,shutting the window and closing the blinds. He laid on the floor, groaning in pain as he clutched his ribs“How can I help, what do I do?” you asked concerned, tucking your hair behind your ears and kneeling next to him. He shook his head and couched a little “I’ll grab the first aid kit” you said and rushed to your bathroom to grab it “Fuck” he groaned when you returned and saw him take his mask off. You stopped dead in your tracks, watching him with wide eyes. His hair was sweaty and sticking to his forehead. It didn’t take you more than 2 seconds to realize who it was “I’ll explain later” Jungkook panted, looking at you with hooded eyes. You said nothing as you helped him undress to the waist, attending to his injuries. You were trying to process everything, remembering all the conversations with Spiderman and suddenly everything made sense. You had a feeling he reminded you of someone but….you never linked the two together. “Are you mad at me?” he asked quietly and you shook your head “Now you know why I couldn’t tell you what was going on” he winced in pain from the sting of the cotton ball and you stopped for a second. He was leaning against the bathroom counter now, most of his bruises and cuts already cleaned. “Don’t talk” you said and went back to disinfecting the cut on his cheek “You talk then.Scream at me, tell me off, just say something - anything” he said and you sighed, letting your forehead lean on his chest “You’re such a big idiot” you mumbled and he hugged you tightly “I know” he whispered “You’re putting yourself in so much danger” you said and he just sighed, his breath fanning your cheek as he leaned his forehead against yours “Kook” you whined “I’m fine though” he said “Yeah,this time. What about next time?” you asked “Superheroes don’t die, remember?” he said “Yeah but super-idiots like you might” you said and he chuckled sweetly “Y/N” he said and held your cheek in his hand. You leaned into his touch and looked up at him “You came to see me when we weren’t talking”you mumbled “I know. I knew you didn’t want to see me but I couldn’t go another day without checking in with you” he smiled “I did want to see you though…..I just wanted you to need me” you said shyly and looked away “Princess” he said and turned your face back towards him. You gasped a little when his lips came down on yours, the soft touch of the velvety flesh comforting you. You ran a hand through his hair, standing on your tiptoes and kissing back with no hesitation. He gripped your waist, lifting you up to sit on the counter top. You let out a shaky breath and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. Never in a million years would you have thought that you and Jungkook would end up kissing. You hummed and he broke the kiss, panting. His lips looked extra red and plump as he looked up at you in a haze “Fuck, wait” he chuckled and you blushed, biting your lip nervously “Today has been so hectic” he said and you smiled “You’re done being a superheroes for the day, right? No other damsels to save no nothing” you said and he smiled “No” he said and you nodded, kissing him once again, just a sweet, few second long peck “Good” you said “Can I stay for the night?” he asked “Of course. You have a bunch of clothes here anyway” you said and he chuckled. 

@Dior’s creative director Kim Jones, your mind sir

Rolling with the punches Sweet Pea x plus!size reader Part 2

Do you know that feeling you get when the people you love ache? They had a bad day, their car broke down, nothing goes as planned and you can see it on their face - they are exhausted. You just want to take all of that away from them, rather you’d suffer just to see them smile. That’s how he felt towards you. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sweet Pea barely saw you around anymore, he wasn’t even sure you were coming to school or not. He didn’t want to ask anyone thought, his friends would start with questions like ‘but why do you care?’ or ‘since when are you worried about Y/N?’ or ‘Ooh, Sweet Pea’ this and that. He didn’t want any of those remarks. “Does anyone know where Y/N is?” Toni asked. It’s like she read his thought, Sweet Pea was beyond relieved he didn’t have to ask the question and still, he’s get an answer. “Yeah, I talked to her the other day - she’s sick” Betty said “She has the flu or something?” Jughead asked “A few days ago, she stayed at school until about 6, finishing up some homework in the library. It was raining outside when she was walking home and she said that at first she only had a sore throat but it’s gotten worse” Betty said. Sweet Pea’s heart dropped. He saw you. He drove by you that day and indeed it was pouring rain outside. He could’ve just stopped the truck and offered to drive you home - taking the conditions outside. But he didn’t, instead he snapped a picture, sending it to Fangs with the caption ‘ wet dog ‘. Sweet Pea groaned, running a hand through his hair “What’s wrong?” Toni asked, watching him stand up from their table in the cafeteria “Nothing” Sweet Pea mumbled and left. He’s such an idiot, why is he so dumb? He knows what he’s done is bad but he still did it, saying that about you. But making fun of you seemed easier than admitting that you were exactly his type pf person, that he thought you’re cool and down to earth. That he actually liked you. On the other hand, you didn’t mind not going to school for almost an entire week. Having a terrible cold wasn’t fun at all, but at least you didn’t have to see people like Cheryl or Reggie - just some of the prime people that make your days at school the opposite of enjoyable. Thursday you managed to fool your mom to let you stay at home still, hoping that the next day you could invent another excuse like ‘oh but mom, it’s already Friday, it’s not even worth going. I’ll just take the time to catch up on school work’ but she wasn’t having any, truth is, you were feeling a whole lot better and unlike the previous day when you put the thermometer into boiling hot water to fake a fever, today you had to go to school. Your prayers from the night before seemed to work because today went by super fast. As soon as the last bell rang, you jumped up from your seat and practically flew outside of the class room. You even tried to avoid Betty today, only speaking to her once, when she asked you how you’re feeling. You actually didn’t go home, you went to the library, hiding away in your favorite spot and continuing your project in silence and content peace. “Hi” someone said. You looked up from your notes and gulped “Sorry, I didn’t know this is your spot” you said, quickly closing your text book “No, no it’s not. I just saw you and thought I’d say hi” Sweet Pea said, stopping you from leaving. “Oh” you said and sat back down “Heard you were sick. You’re better now right?” he asked and you nodded. He awkwardly stood there, gripping the strap of his backpack “Are you doing physics by any chance?” he asked and you glanced at your notes “No, I was doing a project for History class” I said “Oh” he said “If you need to copy my notes I can hand you them” you said, looking for my notebook “Yeah but I’d need someone to explain it to me. I can’t understand what the teacher says” he shrugged “I can help” you said, just what he wanted to hear “What about your project?” he asked, nodding his head towards the pile of books on the desk “It can wait, It’s almost ready anyway” you said and he sat down cross the table from you, taking his books out. You put away your History class things back into your backpack and focused your attention on Sweet Pea “So should we just start at the beginning?” you asked and he nodded.    You didn’t even realize how long you two have been studying until your phone rang, your mom calling you to scold you for not being home by dinner time. “How are you so good at everything?” Sweet Pea asked “I’m not. I just pay attention in class” I said “I should start doing that too instead of daydreaming” he chuckled “It’s probably all those pretty girls that twist your attention” you said. You couldn’t stop yourself from making that comment. He let out a chuckle and swung his backpack over his shoulder “No, that’s not it” he said “I was just kidding. I’m sorry for making assumptions” you said and he shot you a smile “Need a ride?” he asked “A ride?” you asked, taken back by his offer “Yeah, a lift. As in me driving you home” he said “Oh no, you shouldn’t bother” you said “Don’t be ridiculous, it’s already dark outside and I’m with the truck. Sweet Pea wanted you so bad to agree, just so he could get a little more time alone with you. “I insist, come on” he said and you nodded, following him “So are you going to that party tonight?” he asked, changing the subject “What party?” you asked “The one at Cheryl Blossom’s” he said “Oh, no way” you said and got into the vehicle “Fangs thought the two of us should go. Raise a little hell, you know” he chuckled and began driving. You only hummed in response. “Betty and Jughead are going and I’m pretty sure that guy Andrews will be there too with that rich girl” he said “Veronica” you said “Whatever her name is” he shrugged “Yeah, they enjoy parties” you said “So what, does your boyfriend not want to go or what?” he said and you scoffed “What boyfriend?” you chuckled awkwardly “I don’t know, you tell me. Sure a girl like you has a boyfriend” he said and suddenly you felt bad for not having a boyfriend. You never had one. You never even had your first kiss yet. God, you really are ridiculous. “Right” you mumbled and looked out the window. You didn’t know but Sweet Pea was just as nervous to ask that question as you were when thinking of an answer. “Surprised none of the guys at school made a move on you” he added “You should be surprised if they actually did” you corrected his statement. He hated to hear you put yourself down like this, as if you were less deserving of anything other people might have.”You know where I live?” you suddenly spoke up as you noticed that he didn’t hesitate on his way to drive you home “It’s  the house next to Betty’s right? Jughead mentioned it once when we were at her place” he said “Oh” you said and just a couple of minutes later, he stopped the car in front of your house “Thanks again” you said and undid your seat belt “Do you actually want to go home?” he blurred out “What?” you asked confused “I mean....I’m bored. I don’t want to go home” he shrugged “My parents are waiting for me to have dinner” you said “How about after that?” he asked  “What are you saying?” you asked “I’ll come pick you up later” he said “Uh...I....” you said “What, you have any other plans for Friday night?” he asked “You’re not taking me to that party” you said and he chuckled “Don’t worry, I don’t want to go either” he said and watched you get out of the truck “I’ll see you later” he shot you a smile and drove away.   You waited for Sweet Pea t give you any sign since he promised to come back and pick you up but he didn’t. So instead of waiting, you took a shower and got into your pajamas, grabbing your favorite book and reading in your bedroom. Your phone rang and you quickly looked at the time before answering “Hello?” you asked suspiciously since it was an unknown number “Hey. I’m almost there” Sweet Pea’s voice spoke on the other line “It’s past 10:30 at night, are you crazy?” your eyes went wide “Don’t tell me you have curfew” he chuckled “I just don’t want to roam the streets at night. It’s dangerous” you said and suddenly, you felt like the biggest prude in the world “You’re with me, nothing’s going to happen. So coming or not?” he asked “I’m in my pajamas” you said and he laughed “Then change” he said and you sighed “I don’t know” you mumbled “I just pulled up, I’m not going to stay here until the morning so you should decide quickly” he said and hung up. You groaned, jumping up from your bed and getting dressed. Your parents were probably asleep by now so you had to be extra quiet when sneaking out. You can’t believe you’re doing this, if you parents found out they’d ground you until you’re 35 years old. “This is going to get me in so much trouble” you mumbled to yourself as you jogged up to the familiar truck and got in “So you do have balls after all” Sweet Pea chuckled “Okay so where to?” I asked “South Side” he shrugged “What? No way, I changed my mind. I don’t want to come anymore” you said “Why?” he asked. I didn’t want to say anything bad about that part of the town, it was his home after all. But there was no way I’d go there especially at 11 at night. And why would he even ask me to hang out with him? What if he’s just trying to pull another prank on me? “This is not a good idea, I’m sorry I made you come all the way” you said “What’s wrong? We don’t have to go to the South Side if you don’t want to, I just thought since Toni and Fangs are both at the Whyrm we could go there. But we can just go to Pops and have a milkshake” he said. Sweet Pea felt the urge to come up with any other options just to make you stay. “Look, we can just park the car somewhere and sit in here and just talk if you want” he said “Okay” you said after a few seconds “Alright. But I’m hungry so we might have to drop by Pop’s” he said and you smiled.