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reveluving · 2 years

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private time; ed baldwin x reader

summary: when the girls are away, the parents will play.

warnings: smut (minors DNI!), fluff (you & ed being cheesy parents)

a/n: as a compensation to my babes in the MCB Club, especially @lacontroller1991 ‘cause I have yet to finish my Ed & Gordo fic 🚶🏻‍♀️ same AU as ‘little one’ because I said so! and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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» smut includes; unprotected sex (p in v sex) against the wall, oral (f), dirty talking, manhandling, dom!Ed.

‘He had you trapped against the wall, his hands on either side of your head and eyes staring into your equally-lustful ones.’ ;

You don't think it's been fifteen minutes since the girls left the house and yet, here you were, moaning your husband's name as he pounded into you.

It all began when Kelly offered to take Paige out to the park for ice cream. She had just arrived yesterday to spend the weekend with the family, and boy was her little sister excited to see her.

“You sure?” You felt a little guilty to accept her offer, considering how late she reached here last night.

"Mhm, I’ll be fine! I did promise to take her so we can see some duckies too, right, Paige?" Kelly grinned at the three-year-old, earning a 'Yay! Duckies!' from the latter for some quality time with one another. Little did you or the girls notice the mischief in Ed's eyes while he pretended to read the newspaper. Though, when you said your goodbyes to the two, his interest in the paper was long gone.

The next thing you knew, you were making out with him like a pair of teenagers in the kitchen.

He had you pinned against the wall, his hands on either side of your head and eyes staring into your equally-lustful ones.

“Now, what has gotten into you, dearest?” You teased, hoping to hide the fact that you were soaking under his heated gaze. Judging by his smirk, though, you knew he noticed from the way you were rubbing your thighs together.

"Just appreciating the way my missus looks," Moments like these reminded you of how suave he truly is — not that you'd ever forget, obviously. But, if he wanted to remind you, how could you ever say no? "In her pretty lil' dress,"

As if he wasn't the one who purchased it.

"Well, you bought it, after all,"

"I did?" He feigned forgetfulness, and his next words caused you to roll your eyes, "Sorry, I kinda forgot that I have good taste. Then again…"

The audacity for him to be wiggling his eyebrow at you.

"Okaaay, Mr Baldwin, you're awfully playful today," You snorted, almost overwhelmed by how cheesy he was, "Too playful,"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," He lied. He knew exactly what you were talking about — a result of his seriousness in the office 90% of the time. He leaned in, whispering next to your ear, "Just felt the need,” You yelped when he kneaded your ass in both hands, “To tell you,"

He wasn’t very subtle with the way he was feeling you up. In fact, he wasn’t subtle with it at all.

“So, so pretty,” He repeated, hands slipping under the hem of your dress to spread your cheeks. Your pleading looks very much contrasted with his Cheshire-like one, especially when he moved your panties to the side, “What’s gonna happen when I slip my fingers down here?”

He didn’t have to ask or even wait for your answer when his middle finger slipped from the back down to your slit.

“Fuuuck,” He drawled, smacking your left ass cheek with the other hand, “I’m being ‘too playful’, huh? Naughty fucking girl,”

In a blink of an eye, he dropped to his knees. He forced your legs open before holding you up against the wall by placing both thighs on his broad shoulders. Just by the way your legs dangled off the ground, you had zero chances of escaping this.

Well, it wasn’t like you wanted to, anyway.

You could feel yourself dripping just from the way he was looking at you — full-blown eyes and ready to eat you whole, and that was exactly what he wanted to do. He kissed your inner thighs, a couple of nips here and there, too, before giving your clothed pussy an experimental lick. Dragging his tongue up at the slowest pace possible, you jolted, nearly bringing the sinister side in him to take over. But, just like your lack of patience, he knew he had to skip the foreplay.

Plus, he needed to be inside you as soon as possible.

He didn’t bother taking the sopping wet panties off, instead, pushing them to the side before pressing his tongue against your folds. You choked out a gasp, nearly hitting the back of your head against the wall. One of your hands immediately shot to his hair, the slight tug was enough to elicit a guttural moan out of him.

His nails dug into your thighs, parting your legs as far as they go. He went from kitten licks to straight-up delving his tongue deeper into you. All you could do was take his ministrations with a hand over your mouth, slightly regretting the idea of leaving the kitchen window open since this morning. You could tell by his growl that sent shivers straight to your cunt that he was disapproving of it.

It didn’t matter if the neighbour could hear you, it wasn’t like he was close to them anyway.

He didn’t stop you, but you knew from the way he looked you dead in the eye that you were done for.

He began sucking on your clit hard — an absolute heathen devouring his final meal, slurping when your juices threatened to fall to the floor. Your endless chants of ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ eventually became incoherent when you were getting closer to the edge. You rolled your hips against his face, unable to contain your moans any longer and thought ‘fuck it’ before having both hands in his hair.

He praised you wordlessly by swiping his thumbs over the marks on your thighs before thrusting his tongue in and out at a gruesome pace. His eagerness was enough to get you to cum all over his tongue with a scream, some soaking his chin. You trembled, and Ed knew better than to let you go just yet.

You only had the chance to take a breather before he turned you around, his chest against your back.

“Arch your back, I want to see that juices of yours dripping,” He ordered, sharp eyes watching you obey, albeit shakily from your orgasm. At the same time, he popped open half of his buttons before moving on to his fly, hissing before letting his pants pool around his ankles, “Look at you,”

He lazily pumped his member at the sight of your juices dripping down your legs,

“Been a while since we got to let loose,” With a curious three-year-old in the house, you could only go so loud, “Had to keep your noises in check,”

Your bashfulness was cut short when he pulled your leg up and teased your entrance with his tip. The feeling of his cock against your sensitive folds had you jolting.

“We don’t have to worry about that, now, do we?”

He pushed himself into you, tensing up when you clenched around him. You couldn’t help it, not when he was basically telling you to let the neighbourhood know you were both fucking like rabbits. The way he slammed in and out of you, your leg angled in a position where he had found your sweet spot so easily.

“E-Ed! I-I’m,” One particular thrust prompted you to grip his forearm, “Ed!” You weren’t even trying to stop him because of how loud you were being. No, you were way past that. But his pace didn’t falter, overstimulating you to the point of sobbing and trembling.

“Fuck! Take it like a good girl, and you’ll get my cum,” He growled in your ear, his sweat dripping down to your back was the least of his worries, “Give me one more, baby. One. Fucking. More,”

The second you gushed around him he filled you to the brim. Your toes curled, feeling him ride out his orgasm. If it wasn’t for him, your knees would’ve buckled long before. But besides holding you close to keep his cum inside you, his felt his lips graze over your ear before planting a wet smooch on your shoulder.

“Stop that,” You giggled, prompting him to chuckle as well.

“No,” He simply replied, resuming to tickling you, while still being inside you, mind you, “Why would I when I’m not done with you just yet?”

“Y-You’re not?” You asked dumbly, turning your head to find a sinister smile in your peripheral vision.

“Not even close. The girls aren’t coming home until three,” That was like, in another four hours, “We’ve got some time for our own. A nap, maybe watch whatever’s on TV. But first,” He sighed deeply when he slowly pulled himself out of you, cooing at your mewls. He picked you up bridal-style with a look only you knew so well, “Shower,”

Safe to say that a shower wasn’t the only thing in his mind.

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pnkb1tch-archive · 11 months

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the clamor of the paps is inundating, and though it is not a commotion arlo is entirely unfamiliar with, it never stops being SO FUCKING OVERWHELMING . breathing becomes increasingly hurried, his chest heaves as he turns a corner, finally out of their line of sight. usually they aren't this classless, but the sun had released a particularly scathing article regarding him and his father that morning, and the photogs and journos alike had smelled blood in the water . rushing down the pavement, eyes glued to his feet, the actor finds himself suddenly colliding with a broad chest. hands dart up to steady himself, finding purchase on the man’s shoulders, only to scurry back awkwardly as he realizes his blunder. ❝ fuuuck me. so sorry about tha' mate, don't quite got me head on straight right now. you alright ? ❞

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dekus-afro-pic · 3 years

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Reclaiming What's Mine

Dabi x Hawks x Reader

This is the part two/smut to “Smile for the Camera”

Warnings ⚠️ this is a smut fic. I have never written one before but yee. Includes the term “daddy” and “slut” and a whole bunch a stuff

Art by @brttpaige

Dabi pushed the two of you into your room, on your bed, and watched Keigo softly kiss your lips. You place your hand on his cheek to deepen the kiss.

“I knew you were trying to steal my boyfriend” He lets out a breathy laugh while kissing along your neck.

“T-Touya I’m sensi- FUCK” You cry out when he bites down on a certain spot.

He continues to abuse the spot to hear your soft moans. He wanted to take his time with you. He wanted you to forget about him for just a couple of hours. Keigo wanted all of those things as well.

“Your moans are so sweet, baby bird” Keigo coos. He reaches his hands under your shirt to play with the band of your bra. “Can I?”

“Yes please,” you exhale.

The blonde reclaims your lips with his while one of his hands grope your breast. Touya soon follows with his own hand to grope the other. You pull away from Keigo and discard your shirt and bra.

“Fuck your so gorgeous doll” Touya gasped, mesmerized by your body. He wraps his lips around one of the hardening buds, causing heat to rise to your face despite the lewd moans spewing from your lips.

Keigo, now shirtless, lightly pushes you back onto the bed. With your back now on the mattress and Touya still leaving various markings on your chest, Keigo’s hand slowly makes its way beneath your pants. You feel his index finger run along your clothed slit which causes your moans to come out a bit higher.

“Tell us Y/n” Keigo starts with a teasing tone “What’s got you this wet?” He slowly drew tiny circles around your clothed clit, causing your response to be nothing but a groan.

When Touya finishes his abuse on your chest he strips out of his clothing except for his boxers, leaving you and Keigo’s mouths watering. All movements stopped as both of you stared at the man before you. Keigo, having seen it multiple times, saw nothing he hadn’t seen before. But you, you were groaning at the sight of his nipple piercings and his Jacobs latter threatening to rip the fabric of his boxers.

“Answer the question little one” He smirks, palming himself above your face.

Keigo pinches your clit, making you squeal your answer “K-KEIGO AND TOUYA”

Keigo pushes himself from in between your thighs and kisses his boyfriend’s lips, making sure to bite at the man’s bottom lip. You lick a slow and teasing stripe from the base of Touya’s clothed cock to the tip causing him to let out a low moan into the blonde’s mouth.

“What a pretty sight” you tease.

Touya’s rough hands gently grab your jaw while he leans down to plant kisses on your lips. Using the distraction to his advantage, Keigo strips your pants from your body and kiss along your thighs. His lips getting dangerously close to your soaked panties, he snakes his finger around the cloth to pull them to the side. He groaned at the slick string that attached to the piece of clothing and your cunt.

“Fuck baby bird. Your pussy’s so pretty. Look Touya”

The man pulls away from your lips, leaving you gasping for air, to lean over to see your soaked folds.

“Damn you’re right.” He groans. He looks back down at you with a concerned look, “Are you sure you want to go through with this Y/n?”

“It’s like you guys said,” You say, lifting your legs to pull off your drenched panties, “I’m reclaiming what's mine”

You were now fully naked between the two. Your back against Touya’s chest with Keigo laying on his stomach, face to face with your dripping sex. That’s all Keigo needed to hear before lapping at your cunt, gathering your juices on his tongue. Touya keeps your legs spread so you won’t suffocate the blonde.

“K-Keigo slo-AH HA-down” you moan as you tug at his blonde locks. An unfamiliar feeling growing in your abdomen has you squirming in Touya’s hold. When Keigo pulls away you almost die of embarrassment. His mouth and chin were dripping with your juices.

“You taste so good y/n” He moans. After gathering more of your nectar with his index and middle finger, Keigo holds his hand up to Touya’s face while the other draws circles on your clit. The scarred man runs his tongue up and down the blonde’s fingers, cleaning them of your juice.

“Scoot over Keigo. I want a proper taste.” Touya growls, pushing you against the headboard in the process. Keigo continued to rub at your clit while Touya stuck his tongue into your oozing hole. He replaces his tongue with two of his fingers slowly thrusting into you. “You’re doing so well y/n”

Your response was cut off as they quickened their pace. Words couldn’t explain how good you felt in the moment. The unfamiliar sensation reappears in your abdomen causing you to grab at the headboard behind you.

“I-FUCK- I FEEL…“ Your words were replaced with loud moans as Touya hit a specific spot that made you gush around their hands and faces.

“Fuck that’s hot” Keigo moaned, rubbing your clit more wildly to squirt your orgasm everywhere as Touya held his mouth open to catch it. Once you were no longer squirting out the clear liquid, Keigo and Touya ran their tongues along opposite thighs and savored your sweet flavor.

“I’ve never done that before” You huffed as you tried to catch your breath.

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” The two men said in unison. You shook your head no while you pat your puffy clit, small squirts of your orgasm still escaping.

“Well babe,” Touya says, crawling into your lap after ditching his briefs “You’ll get to have as many as you want tonight”

Keigo’s hands found their way to the man’s pierced nipples, toying with them. The pierced man arched his back from Keigo’s bare chest, trying to relieve the pain of him tugging at his piercings. Your fingers trailed up and down his pierced shaft causing Touya to moan curses.

“Tonight w-was supposed t-to FUCK be about you”

“Well, I want to see you come undone in our hands Mr. Villain” You confess, batting your eyelashes up at him.

“Who would’ve known that our baby bird would be a switch huh Dabi?” Touya groaned at the usage of his villain name. It always had him cumming in record time when Keigo used it. You smiled at the face Touya makes when you softly kiss the tip of his cock.

“Don’t be a tease” The man strained. Keigo pushes Touya on his back. The man moans louder when both of you licked at opposite sides of Touya’s length. Keigo goes back to toying with Touya’s nipples as you finally take him into your mouth, adjusting to the metal piercings. The oldest Todoroki’s hand found purchase in your h/c locks as you bobbed your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks every time you lifted your head.

“F-Fuck Y/n” The scarred man growled, bucking into your mouth. You let out a quiet gag at the tip hitting the back of your throat. Your cunt ached at the sight of the blonde face fucking Touya. You look up at Keigo with needy eyes letting out a low moan, vibrating the man beneath you’s dick.

“Mmm, Y/n do that again. He gagged when you did it”

You let out another moan, causing Touya to buck into your mouth for the last time. The hand in your hair pushed your head to the base of his cock as he shot his salty load into your mouth, forcing you to swallow.

You raise from Touya’s cock with a loud “pop” and a smirk as you watched Keigo cum into his boyfriend’s mouth.

“Swallow it Dabi” He groaned, pulling away. The man beneath you two parted his lips to reveal his empty mouth. “That’s a good Little Slut”

You whimpered at the last word, causing all eyes to be on you. Predatory glares had you clenching your thighs together and pressing your lips shut.

“What was that babe?” Keigo smirked, inching his face closer to yours. “Do you want to take Touya’s title and be our little slut?”

You smirked at how close the two of you were. He could still see droplets of their partner’s cum on your bare chest and neck. Leaning closer to the boy in front of you, you nod before licking up his neck towards his lips.

Touya positioned himself behind you, lining his tip with your entrance. Neither of you realized the man moved until his hand came crashing down onto your ass. You gasp at the stretch of your walls in the shape of his piercings. Keigo places his thumb on the middle of your tongue preventing you from closing your mouth while his other hand grabbed a fistful of your hair.

“Fuck babe” Touya groaned, slowly thrusting in and out of your dripping stretched cunt. Drool ran down your chin and pooled on the duvet under you as you let out a strangled whine, reaching for Keigo’s cock.

“Needy for Daddy’s cock aren’t we?” Keigo smirked. With his erect cock in his hand, he taps the tip on your tongue teasingly. Touya sends a hard thrust into your pussy, lurching you forward and causing you to take Keigo into your mouth. You moan around the winged villain’s length when you felt fingers rubbing at your overstimulated clit.

“Make...Fuuuck-Make a fucking mess Princess” Touya strained.

“Yea baby bird. Make a mess with that slutty pussy” Keigo moaned.

They moved in sync, catching their own high and trying to make you catch yours. Which didn’t take long. The knot in your stomach formed again for the third time that night, making you hollow your cheeks around Keigo and Clenching your walls around Touya.

“I can feel your close doll” The man’s thrusts grew sloppy and his hand worked faster at your clit, “Come on. Let Daddy see you make a mess”

You detach from the blonde’s cock letting out a scream as your orgasm takes over your body. The clear liquid once again staining the bed and Touya’s lower body. It didn’t take long for the two of them to cum after seeing you make such a mess.

Keigo stroked his cock over your face, letting his seed fall onto your lips and tongue as you gasped for much-needed air. Touya pulled out and squirted his seed onto your ass, spreading it with his fingers before giving it a hard smack.

The three of you collapsed into each other’s arms, panting.

“I’m gonna get used to this” You laughed tiredly. You tried to get up to clean yourself but Touya pushed you back down.

“I got this. Just relax”

You and Keigo watched as the dark-haired man walked out to get a cleaning towel. Keigo rubbed his thumb against your cheek, making you look over at him.

“You deserved this, baby bird. You reclaimed what’s yours”

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maliby · 3 years

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Diagnosis: Love (Finale) | Jaehyun’s route (M)

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smutty smut, explicit sex scene, explicit language

summary: Y/N is the new nurse at NCT Hospital - the best hospital in the country. She was expecting it to be a big step in her career, but 'Bad Boy' Doctor Johnny Suh and 'Valentine' Pediatrician Jeong Jaehyun take her by surprise.

“Sit down Jaehyun,” you pointed to the seat right next to you, the dimpled smile he had on his face making your heart pump twice as fast.

“What’s this about?” When you heard his honey-like voice for the first time in about a month you felt your whole body melt. You had missed him so much that you just wanted to get this over with and be with him.

“I think you know.”

His expression faltered a bit, him letting out a huge sigh to prepare himself. “Alright, I’m ready.”

“Jae-”

“No, wait!” He interrupted you to say something further. “I just want to tell you that no matter what you have chosen...I’ll always be there for you. It’s gonna hurt but...I can manage.”

“You’re so sweet,” you tried to encapsulate his big hands with yours, the warmth that was slipping through spreading all over your whole body. Your eyes found home in his, the connection between you two feeling like an electrical current that was trying to join you together.

“You’ve always been so sweet. Even when it looked like you were being a jerk you were actually being sweet.” You pointed out, remembering about the time he had broken up with you out of nowhere.

“Buut...” Jaehyun trailed off in a saddened tone, making you realize how you complimenting him actually sounded like you were ready to tell him that you weren’t choosing him.

“No, no, no, no buts!” Your hand left the warmth of his and reached for the smooth skin of his cheek. “What I’m trying to say is that you’ve always thought more about my well being than yours...you’re so selfless, so caring, so...beautiful.”

Your body slowly leaned towards his, with each breath getting closer and closer. Your faces were a few inches apart, the will to just reach over and kiss him was overwhelming you so much that you couldn’t help but look down at his lips.

“You are beautiful,” he smiled at the way he was making you blush.

You tried to pull yourself together, but you were so excited that you just couldn’t hold it in anymore - you had to confess.

“Jae, I want you, would you please be mine?”

Jaehyun smiled, his hand finding purchase on the back of your head, lightly grabbing a fist full of your hair, “I’m already yours.”

In a matter of seconds, you closed that small distance between the two of you and kissed him. The kiss was fervent, frenetic even, like two lovers who were starved of each other and wanted nothing more than to consume all the love and passion the other had to give.

Your hands grabbed the centre of his white dress shirt and ripped it wide open, the sound of buttons falling everywhere echoing in your living room.

“That’s Ralph Lauren,” he pointed out with a smug look on his face.

“You can pay for it, Doctor,” you teased, your lips slowly reconnecting with his.

Jaehyun readjusted himself on your couch and then grabbed you by your thighs and moved you to be on top of him in a straddling position. His hands grabbed the end of your shirt and pulled it up over your head, you raising your arms to help him. His hands then snaked around your body and pulled you in closer so your core was right on top of his hardening bulge. After that, he took advantage of the position of his hands and unhooked your bra, your sensitive nipples now rubbing straight on his skin.

“I missed you so much Jae,” you moaned into his neck as you worked on leaving a perfect hickey.

“Me too.” He lightly grabbed at your hair and redirected you so you were looking straight at him, his lips glueing back on yours.

His dick was getting harder and harder, making you grind more fiercely onto him and moan into his mouth. He grabbed you by your thighs and lifted himself up, carrying you straight to your bedroom. When he reached his destination, he delicately placed you on your bed, leaving a trail of kisses down from your naked torso to your abdomen. His hands then played with the button of your jeans until it came undone, both your jeans and underwear being pulled down by him.

“Can I taste you, baby?"

His lips were randomly kissing the skin on your thighs while his fingers ran up and down your legs, a touch so light and soft that it might as well have been feathers.

You opened up your legs and used your right one as a hook to wrap around his neck and pull him closer to your core. “Yes.”

Jaehyun was gentle at first, placing small kisses here and there and upgrading to small licks. Then, he started to run patterns on your folds with his pointed tongue, purposely avoiding your clit. With the help of his fingers, he spread your folds out, fully exposing you to him. His tongue went back in, teasing your entrance and swiping up to your clit, swirling his tongue around it a couple of times before he finally dived in and sucked on it.

“Fuuuck,” you moaned into your bicep as your other hand grabbed a fistful of his hair and pushed him further in. “Keep doing that.”

He obliged, repeating that same move a couple of times before his tongue gave its undivided attention to your bud, waves of pleasure travelling from your core to all of your body. And when you thought things couldn’t get any better Jaehyun surprised you with his long finger.

“Oh baby, that feels so good.”

“Mmmm,” he moaned, the vibration on his lips adding an extra kick. “I love it when you call me baby.”

He added another finger and you could swear you were about to reach the fucking moon. Both the speed of his penetrating fingers and of his hard-working tongue was driving you into pure madness, that sweet feeling of release getting closer and closer.

You were a fucking mess: your hair was probably all dishevelled, your teeth were sinking into your bottom lip, your juices were spilling right down to your comforter and your fingers were pinching as hard as they could on your nipples. You wanted to warn him you were about to cum but you were so high on the pleasure that you couldn’t even do that, you just closed your thighs around his head and squirmed as you moaned incoherent sentences.

“Mmmph, fffuck-”

You blacked out for a moment. You heard an echo of his voice and you felt a ghost of his lips on your hips but you didn’t really register it.

“Shit Jaehyun,” you said between ragged breaths as you came to, “your tongue is fucking heaven.”

“Is it?” He asked with a cocky grin.

“Yeah.”

“Well...” he got on all fours and moved like a cat as he dragged his tongue from your pussy right until your lips, “take it then.”

You sucked on his tongue, before switching it up to a deep and passionate kiss, the mix of his saliva with your juices turning you on beyond belief. Your hand moved towards his crotch and groped him, making him hiss into your lips.

“You’re so hard for me baby,” you whispered as you kept on massaging him over his pants.

“For you? Always.”

You didn’t say anything, you just unbuttoned his pants and rid him of the rest of his clothes, his leaky cock getting all your attention - you wrapped your hand around it and started pumping it up and down.

“Can I suck you, baby? I miss having you in my mouth,” you confessed as he sucked on your neck.

“Mmmm...no. I want to fuck you. Hard.”

This side of him was coming as a pleasant surprise to you. It’s not that he was all about vanilla and ‘making love’, he could be lewder if he wanted to, but saying it like this to you? With that dark aura around him? Made you so hot for him that when he reached for the bedside drawer he knew possessed your box of condoms you simply grabbed him and pulled him back on top of you.

“Fuck the condom, I’m on the pill,” you said, “do me raw.”

That was all it took. In no more than five seconds, Jaehyun was collecting your slick with his cock and entering you.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned as he initiated the movement.

“Mmmh, I missed your cock so much.”

“Here it is baby,” his fingers were toying with your nipples as he picked up his pace. “Just for you.”

“Mmmh,” you mumbled, “such a big and hard cock, just for me...”

Jaehyun went animalistic with your comment. He removed himself from inside of you, turned you around and pulled up your hips so you were on your knees. He then pushed your head down, grabbed your hips and resumed his attack on your cunt, this time from behind.

This new position was making him hit entirely new places inside of you which, when added to the sweet stinging sensation of the slaps he was delivering to your ass and the way your fingers were playing with your clit was getting you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...”

In a welcoming change of character, Jaehyun forcefully grabbed you by your hair and pulled your upper body up, your head falling back on his shoulder. “Are you about to cum?”

“Yeah. It feels so fucking good,” you cried out loud as he snapped his hips against you, the amount of pleasure you were getting was so intense that you could feel your release approaching. “Cum with me baby.”

Breaking his new character’s persona for a few seconds, he placed his fingers on your chin and turned your face towards his, giving you a sweet and loving kiss. “Your wish is my command.” And just like that he pushed your torso back down and pounded into you until you were both cumming, the clenching of your walls milking him dry.

“Fuuuck,” he cursed as he spilt into you, his warm seed filling you up.

As soon as he was done, he slipped out of you and laid right beside you, pants being all that was heard.

You turned to your side so you could look at him and admire his fucked out expression: eyes closed, hair all messy, sweat dripping and swollen lips. It took him a while to open his eyes back up but when he did, the sweet and loving Jaehyun was back and your heart raced. This time though, the culprit for the accelerated pace of your heart wasn’t sex, it was something much deeper.

“Jaehyun?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

His eyes lit up, his dimples popping back up thanks to the loving smile he was giving you.

“I love you too.”

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Thank you for everyone who read this story, your support means the world to me! ❤️ And thank you for picking Jaehyun (or not) 😂 I thought I’d be able to choose by the end of this but this just proves that you should never put your own biases against each other. I couldn’t even choose between them for a bias, what made me think I could do it for this? 😂

Also, I will be posting an epilogue, I just don’t know if it’s going to be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, but keep an eye out!

Once again, thank you so much, I hope you liked it ❤️

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chunhua-s · 3 years

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a few “things” on my mind— koutarou + balcony + a view of the city 😋😋😋😋🥵

but ❌ d*ddy k*nk ❌ YUCKKKS HAHAHAHA

ask and you shall receive 🥴

bokuto would have you outside on the balcony of his hotel room when he’s traveling for one of his games, your ass exposed to him as he wraps his arm around your body, trapping you between his warm frame and the cool metal railing. he’s pressed up so closely to you so that his abdomen and pelvis area perfectly cups your backside, so that he can feel every inch of your body as he drives his thick cock in and out of your sopping cunt — back and forth, back and forth, the motions are so smooth and unlike his relentless pounding that so often leaves you sore. today, he wants to take it slow with you, to gently stir your insides until he can carve his shape inside of you.

and heavens above, it’s working so well. your moans echo out into the night sky like the call of a siren, you’d long since thrown your worries of being found out to the pleasure of having your husband massaging your aching cunt with his fat cock. the lewd noises of your hole sucking him falls underneath the sound of bokuto’s voice as he bites your earlobe, so that you can hear each and every groan that falls from his lips, so that the praises that he feeds you can brush into your skin and paint the shapes of the sky’s constellations there. the change of pace has you reaching your peak yet again as your moans turn more desperate and yearning: your hand reaches into his hair for purchase, you push yourself back to meet his deep thrusts and gasp his name over and over— “kou, fuck i’m so close, ahhh—!” and gosh, he absolutely loves how you cry out for him like this.

“go on, baby, you can do this— fuck, yes... cum for me one more time, just like that.... fuuuck baby, let it go.”

and you do. you’re convulsing so violently around his cock, screaming into the palm of your hand with such intense lust and pleasure that it pushes him over the edge with you. he ruts into you with shallow thrusts that shove every drop of his cum deeper into your cunt as he relishes in the rippling of your walls around him until he stills and buried his face into your neck. when he glances up at your fucked out smile, when he feels you leaning into warmth of his body and pressing yourself into him like this, bokuto forgets about the city view. right now, he swears you look like a piece of heaven in his hands with the way your sweat-covered skin glows under the city lights.

send in your haikyuu thirsts!

#bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto imagine #bokuto smut #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x reader #koutaro.thirst🍷#davi’s thirst talks🍷

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draganasimpsforjeff · 3 years

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Hello! May I please have a creepypasta romantic match-up with some nsfw if your comfortable with it? Tysm in advance and I'm in love with your writing, like how is it so good?! Anyways I hope you have a great day/night and tysm once again!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back.

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting. Sometimes in the middle of the night you can find me just staring at a wall or something because I can't go to sleep.....I have trouble sleeping.....

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

So for the nsfw part (Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write for it!)....I'm very shy and i'd like it if someone guided me. But i'm 100% a Bottom and I love praise and maybe a tiny bit of degradation. I also have a big ownership kink like if someone tells me that i'm their's....then I might die. I'm also a sucker for marking like lovebites and hickies? Yes please. But please tease me and edge me because I prefer not having control so someone else being in control is just...lovely. Also pet names! Like Sunshine, Babygirl, Doll....AHHhh I might melt.

-From 🎇Sparkle Anon🎇

Ah thank you so much! LOL I feel like we would be good friends bc of so much similarities, hope.you like this!

But anyways I match you up with-

🥁🥁🥁

Hoodie/Brian

SFW

This man ain't gonna lie you sometimes remind him a female version of his best friend Tim/ Masky but like in a good way (bc of your style and music choice)

Your foolishness is the ultimate thing he loves about you

He is scared to leave you by yourself sometimes since you are a klutz

But luckily he knows just enough about first aid so if you have a deep enough cut or something to that measure he's got you 😉😊

At first he would be scared to initiate conversation bc of your very beautiful but deadly looking "resting bitch face"

But once you started talking to him more he would feel a lot more comfortable coming around and just knew that's your cover around new people

Definitely teases you about your height 🤭 (he's 5'11 in my hc)

Is that type of cliche dude to rest his arm on you or would purchase a step ladder for you

Something could be an inch off your reach and he'll feel the need to tease you about it (all in good fun tho)

Hunny, he definitely gets the whole having difficulties talking about whats bothering as he does it too, he'll just try to figure out other ways to make you express what you're feeling. (Through healthy ways ofc)

He has anxiety too so yeah babe he gets it 😌

Sorry love but he kind of likes spiders soooo he would be that asshole that would pick one up and put it in your hair or shoulder without you noticing. (And now I have to do this don't kill me)

NSFW

Oooo darling ♥

He would love to mark you up

He love to be called his? Good cuz he was going to call you that either way even if you were friends or friends with benefits

What you got between your legs belongs to him

He loves how small you are since he's kind of toned and tall and you're like this little petite thing he can just throw around 😊

He understands if you're shy or don't feel comfortable being in control, he'll take over

Will say though, he'll probably suggest taking some sort of drug or anything to influence your senses so you feel more comfortable in your skin at some point or another

Especially since it's a very rare thing for him to see but he won't push too much

WILL 👏 FUCKING 👏 CALL 👏 YOU 👏 PET NAMES IN FRONT OF ANYONE

He doesn't care who hears or sees it since he would love to be caught ngl.

"I don't know why you're all dressed, doll, those clothes are gonna be in shreds and uses as gags or restraints"

Will take pics of you with his phone and has no shame having a very naked you in some angle displayed as his lock screen

Cockwarms you a lot especially when he's cleaning his guns

You just seem him there all busy taking care of something else and not you while his big ol dick stretches you

🥴🥴🥴 this man would choose to be suffocated between your thighs babe

Often squeezes them and ohohoh if you wear skirts or something showing them be prepared to be teased anywhere anytime

Hell even do it in front of others fuuuck he'd even eat you out while others are in the room.

"You're so tasty babygirl, I could eat you out all day and night"

#creepypasta #creepypasta matchup #proxies x reader #creepypasta x reader

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mea-s · 3 years

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heyy i just saw your post about having random drabbles in your drafts and I was wondering if you wanted to share one? If you’re comfy with it ofc :) I love all your fanfics btw💕

oh sure! lol why not

Here’s some random kagehina smut I wrote a few months ago that’s been collecting dust for the past however long lmao

A/N: For context, they’re in college and they didn’t know each other in high school. This is, like, they’re first time speaking with one another, essentially, and they’re at a frat party.

The sound of the music raging beyond the bedroom walls is nothing compared to their heated breaths against each other.

Kageyama kicks the door closed with his foot as he and Hinata stumble into one of the vacant bedrooms. Their teeth awkwardly clack together and their noses bump as they press their lips harder against the other’s, trying somehow to both walk and kiss simultaneously.

Hinata exhales into Kageyama’s mouth, his hands grasping at the taller man’s back, shoulders, neck—his fingers searching for purchase.

Kageyama’s hands tug at the bottom of his shirt, and Hinata—realizing his intent—separates to let him remove the apparel. It’s gone in a matter of seconds, and Hinata blinks rapidly to clear his foggy vision, trying to get adjusted to the dark. In his drunken haze, his thoughts feel muddled, but it’s hard to tell if he feels sluggish due to his lack of sobriety or the sudden arousal thrumming in his body.

He pauses when he realizes that Kageyama has gone rigid, making the ginger cock a brow at him.

“What are you—“

“God,” Kageyama chokes out, voice low and raspy, as though this is his first time using it in months. Hinata swallows, color rising to his cheeks. “You’re beautiful.”

Hinata catches his bottom lip between his teeth, his breath getting caught in his throat.

The air between them is suddenly suffocatingly hot.

He swallows thickly and then grabs the collar of his shirt and yanks Kageyama’s face towards his own.

Their lips crash together, and through their drunken stupor, they topple back together and manage to clumsily make their way towards the bed.

They collapse, Hinata landing with a tiny umph, and Kageyama’s lips depart his as he uncoordinatedly begins to press lips all over his face. To the corner of his lips, the dive above his upper lip, the bridge of his nose, a spot underneath his right eye, his forehead—before, finally, blessing him with a kiss to the lips again.

The sound of the music pounding throughout the house seems to be the only thing that manages to ground Hinata—informing him on the fact that this is, in fact, happening. He is kissing Kageyama Tobio right now, and yes, they are both at a party, and yes, they are both drunk off their asses.

Kageyama’s hands roam his body like he isn’t too sure on what part he should give the most attention to, before, finally, his large bear-paw-like hands halt on his right pectoral. Hinata’s breath catches in his throat when a thumb finds his nipple, Kageyama’s forefinger and thumb rolling the hardening bud between them as they pull away with a wet smack of lips. Hinata whines, yearning for more attention, but his breath cuts short when Kageyama’s face dives between the crook in his neck, latching onto his clavicle to leave markings for the morning—evidence.

“F-Fuck,” Hinata gasps, hands reaching up, holding his back. God—he might just come from this alone.

It isn’t that he’s sensitive, but rather, it’s the alcohol in his system that’s dulling his tolerance and the fact that he is with the Kageyama Tobio that’s suddenly making him….

Okay, so maybe he is a bit sensitive.

But still! Christ—just Kageyama touching him alone is pure heaven. He can’t wait until he gets his fingers inside him.

“Seriously,” Kageyama says, his throat pressed to his stomach. The way it vibrates sends chills up his spine. “I can’t believe—“ a kiss above his bellybutton, leading down to his dick, “—that I am about have sex with—“ a kiss to his inner thigh, his lips latching onto the skin there, leaving a red welt to be revealed later, “—the Hinata Shouyou.”

Hinata bites back a moan. “I see you all the time around campus,” he gasps, fingers reaching into Kageyama’s dark locks. “Always thought you didn’t notice me—thought you didn’t—“ he pauses, forcing back a whine, not wanting to seem too desperate. “—Thought you didn’t care.”

Kageyama chortles, and the chuckle rolls through his entire body, into Hinata, and he shudders. “I really don’t care. But you…” he pauses, “how could I ever ignore you? You—you’re—God Hinata, you have no idea how badly I fucking wanted—no, how badly I want you.”

Hinata’s eyes flutter shut to the sound of his voice, lips pressing tightly together as he moans. It slips from his, unbidden, and he only seems to register it after it’s left him.

His eyes pop open, face flooding deeper in embarrassment as he peers down at Kageyama. The latter’s cerulean orbs stare at his ambers—captivate him—just as amusement flashes through them.

“Excited?” It sounds both as though it’s a question and a declaration.

Hinata gulps. Not trusting what sound he’d make dare he open his mouth—he just nods slowly.

“So am I,” he says. “God I’m so fucking ready for you.”

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he exhales. “Please, Kageyama—I—I need you.”

Kageyama nods like he knows all too well how desperate he is. But Hinata can’t imagine this man has any idea how many nights he’s woken up and had to thrust his own fingers into his ass to relieve the tension he feels upon just thinking about him. Hinata can’t imagine that this man has any idea how fucking badly he needs him.

“Kageyama I—“ Hinata bites his lip.

“Tobio,” Kageyama corrects. “S-Say Tobio.”

Hinata nods. “T-Tobio—“ But then his words cut off when Tobio’s hand grazes across his chest again.

This man—boy, really—may not know how badly Hinata needs him, but maybe, he can show him.

His legs wrap around Tobio’s waist, tightening around it before he lifts his hips upwards. His groin is met with the hardened bulge in Tobio’s jeans, and the contact against his own erection sends his mind spinning.

“Fuuuck,” Tobio groans against him, burying his face in the crook of his neck. “Do—Do it again.”

Hinata nods, tightening his legs even more and forcing himself to lift his hips. “Oh god,” he sobs into the open air. Tobio meets his action, gyrating his hips down for friction.

“Please—I—“ Hinata begs, “—I need you, Tobio.”

Tobio nods. “I need you—fuck—I can’t wait to feel you around me.”

Hinata gasps at the thought. “Yes,” he sighs, lowering his legs and pulling his pants down. Tobio helps, and they soon become a mess of fingers and arms and hands as Hinata tries to shimmy out of his trousers.

Tobio’s hands slide towards the smaller boy’s briefs when his jeans are down to his ankles, and the contact is enough to make a shiver ripple through his spine.

“Are you okay with—“

“Yes—“ Hinata whines. “Yes—fuck, Tobio—please—don’t make me wait.”

Tobio swallows before sticking his chin out in a jerky nod. His fingers slip past the fabric of his briefs, thumb finding his cock. His fingers wrap around the hardening length, sliding the briefs away to pump Hinata with ease, using the precum at the top of his cock as a lubricant.

The ginger boy yelps at the contact, his hips jerking into his touch as a gasp snags itself in his throat.

But then Tobio’s movements come to a slow, his hand falling away from his dick and finding his entrance beneath it.

Hinata’s world spins, every thought too loud, too much—he’s unable to focus on anything but the fingers teasing him.

“Mmn—“ he moans, head pressing back into the bedsheets. “Tobio, please.”

Tobio nods against his neck, pressing kisses along the length of his shoulder as he slowly sinks a finger past the ring of muscle. Hinata offers him an absolutely divine moan in response, his hips spazzing as the finger reaches deeper into him. Tobio is quick to add two more digits and curl them, hitting the ragged spot inside of Hinata which forces him to bite down on his tongue to stop himself from mewling.

“Damn—” Tobio murmurs. “You have no idea how much I want this.”

Hinata sobs his pleasure into the open air around them, unable to find a care in the world for the fact that the other partiers can probably hear his desperation through the walls. “Please,” he begs, the feeling of him stretching his open excruciating. “I need—inside—now.”

Tobio groans. “Fuck I—I can’t. Not yet.”

Hinata sobs incoherently. “Please Tobio,” he keens. “You have no idea how—mmn—how long I’ve waited for this.

Tobio holds his breath and that’s it—he’s gone. His fingers slide out of him, leaving Hinata clenching around nothing as he fumbles to undo his belt.

He curses when his fingers slip, wet and slippery, but he manages to slide them down from his waist. Sitting up onto his knees, he slides his pants down and grabs the condom from his back pocket before completely extracting his trousers, and Hinata gapes at his dick.

“Fuck,” he sighs. “H-How the hell do you walk around with that all day?”

Tobio goes bright red. “Stop teasing me,” he grumbles, tearing open the foil wrapper of the condom.

“Well sorry,” Hinata grunts. “But it’s not every day I see a monster come out of a man’s pants.”

Tobio sucks in a sharp breath, his grip slipping, and then the condom falls from his hands. “Dumbass,” he gasps, grabbing it from when it fell onto the comforter. He lifts his gaze, eyes narrowing as they lock with Hinata’s. “Y-You don’t just say that shit!”

Hinata purses his lips together. “Sorry,” he says, sounding genuinely remorseful. For a second, Tobio regrets chastising him so harshly.

“I just don’t know how that thing is gonna fit inside me,” he murmurs.

Tobio’s brows furrow, and then his regret is gone. “Just wait,” he sighs, sliding the condom on himself. “Soon, you won’t be asking how it’ll fit—you’ll be asking for more.”

Hinata worries his bottom lip between his teeth as he starts to kick his pants off. “Is that a threat?”

“No,” Tobio says, waiting until he’s finished to grab his wrists and pin the smaller boy down to the mattress, “a promise.”

He tilts his hips, holding his dick and positioning it at his entrance. He pushes forward, and his tip is first met with pressure, and Hinata gasps unabashedly, his fingers gripping the sheets.

“G-God, Hinata, you’re so—t-tight,” Tobio gasps, trying to push further.

“Shou—ah—Shouyou,” Hinata keens. “My—given name. Say—nghnn—it.”

“Shouyou,” Tobio utters, like a promise—like a prayer.

At that, Shouyou fists the sheets, tossing his head back as Tobio sinks further. The heat of his walls clamping down on him nearly sends him over the edge right then and there, but Tobio holds his breath and forces his hips to still, wanting this to last much longer.

“Pleaseee—” Shouyou whines, shifting his hips. Tobio gasps and leans down, placing his hands on either side of his head as he hovers above his.

“If you do that,” he groans, brows furrowing. “I won't last long.”

“You won’t last long either way,” Shouyou says, and it’s meant to be a tease, but it instead comes out shaky and desperate.

Tobio raises an intrigued brow at this in spite of Shouyou’s failed attempt at a taunt. “Is that a threat?” He asks, probably mocking him earlier.

Shouyou grins at him, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him down. Their noses knock together, their lips inches apart, and Shouyou fears Tobio might hear his beating heart from their close proximity.

“No,” the ginger gasps, voice low and so quiet, it might’ve been mistaken for the whisper of the wind had they been outside. “It’s a promise.”

Tobio tilts his head down, their lips connecting just as he plunges forward. He sinks into him—buries himself to the hilt—and Shouyou feeds him a watery moan that only heightens his libido.

“So…” Shouyou gasps, burying his face into the juncture between his shoulder and neck, “so big.”

Tobio’s arms slip around his torso, holding the boy closer to his body as he slowly pulls himself out, tantalizingly slow. Then, he pushes deeper, and Shouyou sobs against him.

His hips fall into a rhythmic pace, slow but steady, and Shouyou’s brain short circuits. His hands trail down to his back, searching for purchase and slipping underneath his shirt, grasping at the skin.

“Faster,” he gasps against his neck. “Please Tobio—this is torture.”

Maybe, under different circumstances, Tobio would have paused; waited until Shouyou became a whiny babbling mess—begging for him to continue—but he would only still his hips and watch as the smaller boy’s face contorted into a mix of both pain and pleasure. Maybe he would’ve waited until tears shone in his eyes, and when he finally did plunge back deep into his, pounding relentlessly in and out of the boy, finally answering his plea for more, he would savor Hinata’s expression as his mouth would fall open and he’d scream his name.

But alas, tonight, he is just as desperate as he is. He has been watching this boy around his college campus and on the court for months now—admired him from afar in the library for far too many evenings in a row. Tonight is the night he has dreamed about the minute he laid eyes upon this unruly mess of orange hair, and he is too fucking needy to be a tease right now.

Next time, he tells himself. Next time, I’ll give him so much more.

And that thought—that simple thought of there being another time in the future (in the near-future, hopefully) in which he’ll be able to savor each part of Shouyou and make him scream his name makes his limbs go weak.

Tobio readjusts his hips and hits that spot deep within him, making Shouyou’s back bow and mouth fall open and head fall back. He keens as his hips thrust in and out of his erratically, fast yet unsteady, his thighs trembling as though he is on the brink of orgasm.

“Fuck—yes—“ he groans, his stomach twisting and gut tightening. “You feel—nghnn—so fucking good, Shou—Shouyou.”

“Shit,” he gasps, eyes rolling to the back of his skull. “Fuck—I-I’m gonna cum,” he cries.

His back arches off the bed, hips lifting weekly to start meeting his thrusts as he climbs closer to sweet fucking release.

“Don’t stop—“ he gasps. “D-Don’t fucking stop.”

“Wouldn’t—hah—dream of it. I’m—“ Tobio swallows, “—gonna cum.”

“Fuck—yes—ohh—just like that! Right there right there—FUCK YES!” Shouyou sobs, babbling nonsensical pleasure at this point. “Keep going! Ohmygod—please don’t fucking stop—you feel so good—mmhmm—yesyesyesyes—fuck!” Shouyou cries, continuing to sob about how fucking good you feel and ohmygod I’m aboug to cum so fucking hard holy fuck you’re so big oh my god please please please—

And maybe it’s the alcohol—or maybe it’s his exhaustion—or maybe it’s the fact that he’s being fucked by the man whom he’s been yearning for since this semester started—but Shouyou swears he’s about to have the biggest fucking orgasm of his life.

“I’m cumming—“ he gasps. And then, much louder, wanting the entire fucking frat house to know, he yells; “I’m gonna cum!”

“Fuck—“ Tobio gasps. “God—you’re so… fucking—perfect. Shouyou—I-I’m…” his voice trails off, white spots crowding his vision as pure ecstasy kicks in. Stuffing away all his thoughts, overriding his senses—the exhilarating moment that precedes an orgasm floods through Tobio and he loses himself to fucking Shouyou senseless.

The drunken boy sobs, his nails indenting crescents into the skin of Tobio’s back as he comes, spilling white ribbons of cum between both his and Tobio’s body. His body tremors from head to toe as his brain fails to register the cry of pleasure that tears itself from his throat as he buries his face into Tobio’s neck. White-hot heat floods his system, fills his core as his orgasm rolls through him like a wave, drowning him. It isn’t long before Tobio’s erratic thrusts come to a stuttering stop as he buries himself to the hilt and comes, spilling into his condom and groaning his release until he’s been milked completely.

They stay like that, frozen in place before Shouyou kisses the skin on his neck—pulling both him and his away from their land of bliss and grounding them back into reality. Finally, he sinks down into the comforter, boneless, and Tobio pulls out. Being emptied so abruptly leaves him shivering, and as Tobio pulls the condom off his cock and ties it off, a tired laugh escapes the exhausted boy.

“Wow,” is all he says.

Tobio nods slowly, leaning across the bed and tossing the condom into the trash can across the room. “Wow, indeed.”

“We… really did that,” he says. “Holy fuck. We actually did it.”

Tobio collapses on the bed beside his. “We did.”

Shouyou turns to him, and with the heat and pressure and moaning gone, he’s able to savor each piece of him. He smiles at his face, scooting closer to him to press his lips to his sweaty forehead.

“We should probably apologize to the house owner for having sex in their bed,” he says.

Tobio shrugs. “It’s a frat house—this is expected.”

Shouyou sighs. “But… still.”

“Does it concern you that much?”

Shouyou gapes at him, mock aghast. “Of course it does! I actually care about other people, unlike you—Bakageyama.”

Tobio narrows his eyes at him. “Hinata boke,” he mutters before snaking his arms around the smaller boy's waist and shoving his body into his, ignoring the indignant squawk of surprise he receives from Shouyou. “Fine, we’ll apologize.”

“Right now?” The ginger asks, voice muffled from having his face smothered into Tobio’s chest.

“Later,” Tobio murmurs. “Let’s just stay like this for now.”

And maybe, being like this is too much. Because they just had sex, and they are both sweaty and hot messes, and Shouyou could probably use a shower—but since he is with Tobio, it isn’t that much.

“M‘kay,” he says, only because he is madly captivated by this man. “Later, then.” he snuggles up impossibly closer to him, resting his head on his chest as they let their exhaustion from the sex and the weariness from the alcohol sweep them away into a peaceful realm of post-orgasmic, hypnagogic bliss.

#my writing #haikyuu!!#kagehina #gay smut #hq smut #kagehina smut #fanfic #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #thank you anon #anon ask #lovely anon #anonymous

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aureumjeon · 4 years

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money matters (m)

pairing; any bts member x reader

genre; sugar daddy au, angst, mild smut.

warnings; besides the mild smut, some cursing.

word count; 1,193

➜ summary; even before you became a sugar baby, you knew the number one rule when it comes to contractual relationships like this. “never ever fall in love.” what happens when you do? shit happens.

a/n; hello friends! a small refresher after being dead for seven months. i couldn’t choose a specific member for this little thing so free member it is! i may or may not be writing a full fic prior to the events in this one, I just have to decide which member it’ll be??? Help me choose! hope you enjoy. <3

Your hands danced across the burning, sweat-stricken surface of his bare chest desperately trying to regain its breath. His dark locks sexily pushed back exposing his ecstasy wrinkled forehead drenched in the accumulated droplets of his sweat.

"Fuuuck, baby." He drawled, jerking his head back as his eyes fluttered behind his quivering eyelids. His eyebrows furrowed at the center while his upper teeth pierce into the pillowy flesh of his bottom lip.

Him undone beneath you and your ministrations has got you feeling even higher, the pedestal you sat about growing another five feet. You wanted nothing more than to have him writhing under your deadly stare and euphoric fingertips.

"You like that, don't you?" The corners of your cherry stained lips curved upward as you gyrated your pelvis against his once more, the tip of his length reaching your sweet rough spot. His nails dug deeper into the swell of your hips as he pulled you closer to him.

"Y/n," his slick tongue darted out of his mouth, moistening his chapped lips. His head dives deeper into the plush down pillow under it as he feels the coil in his gut reach its limit. "I'm about to cum."

His confession urged you to quicken the pace of your thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin danced along with the wanton moans escaping both of your lips.

This was the last night you're going to share with him. If there was anything you promised yourself when this day came... You are not regretting this.

You pulled your weight off of him in the slightest bit, only the head of his member enveloped by your sex. Without warning you slammed down harshly and continued to do so at a rigorously speed. His unbelievable girth stretched your nether lips out deliciously, and it was definitely one thing you'd miss. Your hands found purchase at his broad shoulder at the feeling of your legs about to give out.

"B-baby..." his moans grew meeker and you feel his breathing stutter, a telltale sign that he was close.

You tangled your digits in his ebony hair and pushed him back further into the mattress. The look on his face when he was about to come, another thing you'd surely miss. A few moments and steady strokes later, he's spilling his seeds into you and filling you up one last time.

You rolled yourself off of him and dropped your limp body on the empty side of his bed. Like clockwork, he's already knocked-out and snoring the night away.

He was half-asleep when he heard rummaging in the corner of his room. He looked over the direction of where the noise was coming from. Even with the lack of lighting, he could make out your fully dressed figure hunched over and putting on your heels.

"Where are you going?" His words came out dry and husky. And the look in his eyes was not different from his tone.

You stood up from your crouching position and smoothed out the creases of your dress. "We had an agreement. This will be our last meeting."

"You're the only one who agreed to that. Did you find somebody else who pays better than I do?" He tsked, using his elbows as leverage prop himself up.

"It's nothing like that."

"How much is he paying you?" He questioned with a yawn, reaching for his wallet on the small bedside table and plucking out a few hundred dollar bill flinging it on the bed. "I can make it double," He paused, "No, Triple." He added a couple more to the pile.

"I told you, it has nothing to do with money." God, he was so annoying.

"Then what is it about?" He suddenly grew inquisitive. It was always about money, wasn't it? He could easily give you all the finer things in life with a snap of his fingers.

"It's none of your business." Your sternness was still apparent.

Now he's running out patience. "It is my business. I'm the one who sent you to college, paid for your apartment in full and put food on your table every single day. I want to know why you're suddenly breaking it off." He barked furiously.

"I met someone," You were quite hesitant but lying would do you no good.

"Is that right?" He could only scoff at what he just heard. You met someone who can compete with him? What a fucking joke. "Can this person provide for you the way I have? Look at yourself, y/n. Designer shoes, dresses, bags, everything you could only wish for handed to you on a silver platter. Without me, you wouldn't be living the life numerous women would kill for. I brought you to where you are now. Without me, you're nothing. Remember that."

"That's the point! You treat me like you own me, like I'm some kind of doll that heeds your every command. I have feelings too!" You truly hated this side of him."I don't want to live this life anymore! All these years I've been yearning for something more than these material things, something I knew you could never give me." But what you hated most was how madly and stupidly in love you were with him, with a man that can never reciprocate the feelings you've given.

For a second he looked like he was genuinely concerned about you and your feelings but with a forced cough he's back to normal. "You know what you've gotten yourself in to, y/n. You of all people should know this."

"I do."

You were completely aware, of course. You went into this sugar baby industry with the goal of finding some old geezer with too much time and money on their hands. Someone that'll gladly assist you financially in exchange of your company. You never expected to fall into the arms of a young, successful, and extremely attractive bachelor that went way beyond your spectrum of expectations. It wasn't his fault that you fell head over heels for his charms; and it definitely not his fault that he can't love you the way you learned to love him.

"That's why this is me putting an end to it." Your Dior cardigan was the last article of clothing to envelop your body before you found yourself strutting towards the door.

"You'll regret this, Y/n." He scoffed, taking the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand and placing a stick between his chapped lips.

"I know," You paused, taking one last look at the man who was already at arm's length somehow but still unreachable. "but I'll regret it even more if I don't."

Your figure disappeared as soon as the wooden door slam shut before his eyes.

"Fucking shit…" He hissed between clenched teeth. The sound of shattering glass filling the empty confines of his million dollar apartment.

Before he came to his senses and comprehended what he had done, he was already staring at the wine stained carpet soaked with the red liquid. Mocking him a way that he couldn't understand.

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ri-ahhh · 4 years

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desert secrets

MJ meets a helpful stranger in the desert that turns out to be more than she hoped for.

7k holy shit lol

warnings: some pretty unrealistic fluff that might get your hopes up that you’ll have a meet-cute with Grayson

***

Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Shit on a fucking stick. You actual fucking idiot, MJ.

A stream of thoughts along these general lines becomes her stream of conscience as MJ Macias plops down on a large rock, throwing her head back to the sky to bask in the sun and her own general incompetency. Maybe the heat of the desert mountain sun beating on her face will cause her to shrivel up and disintegrate to become lizard food or something — the thought isn’t altogether unwelcome.

Her trip to the middle of nowhere was meant to clear her mind both through exercise in the form of a nice, long hike, as well as simply by being alone amongst nature, under an endless expanse of clouds and stars. The week had been pure hell for her: she had been let go from her dream job at her marketing firm in the latest round of budget-related layoffs; received a ticket from a dickhead cop for going 34 in a 30; and discovered last night that the hot water heater in her apartment had broken. To top it all off, her ex had been harassing her relentlessly over texts and calls, wanting to meet up and ‘talk about things’ since she had dumped him two months ago.

So as she cried hot tears in a frigid shower that morning, thoroughly wallowing in self-pity, an idea popped into her head that was so spontaneous and ridiculous she didn't even try to talk herself out of it: go on a solo camping trip.

MJ really has no idea why this of all the therapeutic outlets available to her was something her brain decided was the right one, since a camper she is not. Sure, she loves being outside in the sun for a good hike, or a swim in the ocean once in a while — nature isn’t the problem. It’s the whole navigating-desert-terrain-alone-and-sleeping-on-the-ground thing that isn’t usually at the top of her list of fun weekend activities. The tent and sleeping bag that she had been forced to purchase for the ridiculous bachelorette party of one of her very outdoorsy friends had called her name as she paced manically around her apartment that morning, though.

Did she have every intent to return them after their one-time use? Absolutely. Did they both end up getting thrown to the back of her storage closet and thus forgotten about until then? Also, yes.

Both her practically nonexistent camping experience and her general lack of enthusiasm for the activity as a whole should have been her first clues at how moronic she was for thinking this is a trip she should (or could) handle alone. But, now determined to have the ultimate self-care weekend, she had: packed a backpack as an overnight bag; tossed it with her shitty little tent and a cooler full of snacks and water in the back of her car; texted her best friend Lainey to sound the alarm if she wasn’t home in 36 hours; and driven away to the first camping ground Google showed her that was at least 100 miles outside of LA. It seemed adventurous and spontaneous an indie movie-esque at the time.

But now, as she sits on this rock, feet and back aching, utterly fucking lost, MJ is starting to feel more like she’s on a self-inflicted episode of Punk’d. Being very directionally challenged, she had been using the maps feature on her phone to find her way back to her campsite after going on a winding, hilly hike, until her phone had suddenly died. The trails have no legible signs so between her use of the GPS, the borderline stalker-ish calls from her ex, and the heat of the sun, she’s left without her lifeline much sooner than she could have anticipated.

She thinks of her backpack and the battery-powered charger in her tent. In a moment of pure rage with herself for being such a lost, ill-prepared dumbass, she wants nothing more than to run back up the mountain and punt the now useless little piece of metal and plastic into the abyss. Her inner drama queen thinks maybe the best thing that could happen is that it will fall on a mountain lion, which will devour her out of anger before she shrivels up into lizard food, and put her out of her misery early.

MJ rolls her eyes at how ridiculous she’s being, and forces herself to take a deep breath and think. Her inner antics really do bring up an actually pressing issue. There are plenty of animals out here that don’t need any iPhone provocation to attack, and she’s only armed with a half-empty HydroFlask and a sparkly purple tube of pepper spray. Not to mention, judging from the incurring pinkness of the sky, the sun is going to set soon, and with that means it’ll be getting cold as well. She looks down at her thin Lulu Lemon tank top and shorts.

Fuuuck.

Knowing she has to make a decision, MJ doesn’t second guess herself when her feet heave her body off of her rock and set off further down the trail. Her only hopes at this point are to either miraculously stumble upon her camp before dark, or pray that she runs into fellow campers that might have a portable charger and that also aren’t serial killers. The only people she had passed on her hike had been a middle-aged couple and a woman maybe a little older than herself with a dog, but she couldn't have any idea if they were staying on the campgrounds or merely taking a day trip. Like she should have done.

MJ walks down the trail a solid 20 minutes, and wonders where the hell she had actually gone on her hike to be so far out from her own campsite. Inexperience with the outdoors had made her assume all the trails met up in a circle, but clearly that isn’t the case here. She’s already out of the hiking trail and in one of the areas designated for camping, but there are a couple of those around the park and she has no clue which one she had chosen.

Trying and failing to keep the creeping worry out of her spine as a few clouds turn orange and the noises of the nocturnal wildlife start up, she picks up her pace.

She’s about to resign herself to huddling in an unoccupied camping spot for the night when she suddenly sees flumes of smoke about a football field away. The Hallelujah chorus fills her head, and she mumbles out a quick ‘thank you’ to whoever is listening as she practically speed-walks to her impending safety.

The smell of the crackling wood draws her nearer and nearer. When she finally rounds the corner, she’s surprised and disappointed to see that while there is indeed a small fire burning, as well as a deconstructed tent piled on the ground, the occupant of the campsite is nowhere to be found. MJ hesitates and looks around for any sign of them, not foreseeing this issue. Should she wait around like a creep? Keep walking and hope to run into them?

“Can I help you?”

MJ startles out of her skin and lets out an embarrassing little squeak. She whips around and is thoroughly unprepared to see what just might be the hottest guy she’s ever had the pleasure of laying her eyes on in real life. Judging from her own height, he’s maybe six foot or a tad over; his thick arms are laden with a bulky backpack and a sleeping bag, and his dark hazel eyes observe her warily behind a flop of dark wavy hair.

“Uh,” she begins stupidly, slightly stunned by both his sudden appearance and his masculine beauty. “Yeah, um, I’m so sorry to intrude on your space but, I, you know, got a little confused on the trails and, uh…”

He raises a naturally arched eyebrow expectantly as she pauses and stumbles over her words. MJ looks at him, then releases a huge breath she hadn't even realized had been held in her chest until this moment, officially giving up on not sounding like a complete and total idiot.

“I’m fucking lost. I have a terrible sense of direction and was using a map online of the trails to find the pin I dropped on my campsite, but my phone died. Is there any chance you have a portable charger I can use for, like, twenty minutes?”

The guy chuckles, and despite her pure mortification at the situation, MJ cracks a smile too, glad to see he isn’t pissed at her for lurking around his campsite like the actual weirdo she is. Unfortunately for her, though, his crooked grin somehow makes him even more attractive, which doesn’t bode well for her already inevitable awkwardness.

“Uh, yeah, I have my Mophie in here somewhere,” he says, indicating the backpack in his arms. He nods his head in the direction of his campsite where there is a large stone clearly put there by park officials as a makeshift bench. “Come on over and I’ll find it.”

“Thank you,” MJ sighs in relief. She follows him through the gap in the log threshold, and when he drops the items he’s carrying on the ground, she gapes; holy shit, the man is built. She could tell he had pythons for arms, but the stuffed backpack and sleeping bag had hidden the way his plain white t-shirt stretches taut over every solid, muscled crevice of his torso.

She shakes her head and hopes he can’t sense her obvious stare that has since traveled from the breadth of his shoulders, down his tapered waist, settled on his ass, and finished on the multitude of tattoos decorating his legs as he walks in front of her. MJ finds every one of these aspects of him immensely appealing; she’s never felt so viscerally attracted to a complete stranger in her entire life.

MJ settles on the rock and, sensing some of the aforementioned awkwardness about to settle in the air, searches her brain for a way to alleviate it. She knows she’ll only be here a short amount of time, but she feels compelled to get to know him even just a little bit. And to not make a complete fool of herself, if possible.

“What’s your name?” she asks. That’s a safe place to start. She hugs her knees to her chest as she watches him arrange the stuff he had just dropped into a neater pile.

“Grayson,” he replies. Grayson crouches down to dig through his backpack and flashes her a friendly, blinding smile over his shoulder. “Yours?”

As if she couldn’t embarrass herself any more, she feels a flush rise to her cheeks. For fucks sake, she isn’t 16 talking to her high school crush — she’s a grown woman who has been with plenty of guys and knows how to have a simple conversation with one, no matter how hot they are.

“MJ,” she finally manages to get out.

“MJ,” he repeats, testing it on his tongue, nodding approvingly. “That’s cool. I don't think I’ve ever met a girl with that kind of name. What does it stand for?”

He stands and turns to face her. He extends the little black charger to her and MJ looks up at him through her lashes as he towers over her, biting her lip. Flirting isn’t her strong suit whatsoever, but she can’t help trying; it’s not like she’s going to see him again by the time the sun sets.

“It’s a secret,” she answers after a brief moment, taking the Mophie from Grayson and accidentally-on-purpose brushing the tips of her fingers against the back of his. “Thanks.”

Grayson raises his eyebrows, but a humored grin graces his full lips. “Okay,” he says, surprising her by taking a seat next to her as she plugs in her phone. “But who better to spill your secrets to than a total stranger, you know?”

MJ can’t help the giggle that escapes her throat, humored more by the fact that he seems to be having the same idea of fuck it, we won’t ever see each other again, as her, than his actual question. His nearness should make her uncomfortable, but it just…doesn’t; he’s close enough for her to smell his scent emanating from his warm body. Clean, like laundry and soap, but also hints of an earthy, masculine cologne and an admittedly enticing musk from being in the sun. She wants to lean in and inhale him.

God, she hopes she isn’t coming off as insane as she feels inside. What is wrong with her? He’s just a guy. A guy whose close proximity as a stranger should be making her feel intimidated rather than buzzing with electricity.

“You’re very right,” she says, leaning back on her hands to appear more relaxed. “If I die out here in the wilderness, killed by my own stupidity, I wouldn't want the last person to see me alive not know my real name.”

Grayson throws his head back and laughs, and it draws one from herself as well. She likes his laugh because despite the deep timbre of his voice, the sound is carefree and boyish.

“It’s Makenna Jean,” she finally admits once they both quiet down. “I’m named after my grandmothers, but my mom didn't like your typical shortenings people might automatically give to Makenna — you know, Mack, Ken, Kenna, all those. So she just started calling me MJ to avoid it all, and…that’s me, MJ.”

He nods in understanding. “Gotcha.”

They continue effortless conversation for a while, words and laughter flowing freely from their lips with an ease that MJ hasn’t experienced in years. In the first lull, though, MJ fills it with a sigh and extends her long legs to stretch them as they tire from being folded so closely to her body, flexing and pointing her toes. She knows her shorts are a little too short, her tank top a little low cut, even with a sports bra on. It’s another one of those accidentally-on-purpose moves that starts as inadvertent in the way it exposes and elongates her body, but ends in her relishing the way his eyes quickly dart across her form. She’s reticent to admit that she isn’t mad about it. Not even a little.

She ducks her head and bites her lip to hide a triumphant smirk as Grayson clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair. “So, are you out here by yourself?”

For the first time since she met him, a little swoop of nerves unrelated to her attraction to him passes through the pit of her stomach. She feels like she’s always had a spot-on instinct for determining someone’s ‘vibes’, and Grayson has only given her good ones since the minute she saw him. Maybe she’s fallen victim to the Ted Bundy effect, though…

He seems to pick up on her hesitation, and Grayson slaps his palm to his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck, sorry, that was so creepy. I didn't mean it like that, I was just, uh, making conversation.” He opens his eyes and rubs his forehead and, to her shock, is he blushing now? “I promise I’m not a murderer.”

She might have still been weirded out by a guy even putting the word out there in this situation, but her gut is telling her that Grayson is harmless, and she prides herself on being a pretty good judge of character.

“It’s okay,” she says, giving him a serious look. “I promise I’m not either. But you should know that I’m packing heat with a fully loaded can of mace and my best white belt skills from the karate classes my mom made me take in 4th grade.”

Grayson gives her a disbelieving look. “Fourth grade karate, huh?”

“Yep. For real, I’ll karate chop your arm off if you try anything sketch.”

“Try,” he challenges with a beautiful, dangerous smile, leaning in ever so slightly and looking her dead in the eye. It takes her breath away a little bit. “I dare you.”

MJ scoffs, still keeping up this facade that she isn’t fighting every primal urge to mount him, especially with the unmistakeable tinge of flirtation in his last words.

“Fine,” she accepts. Grayson grins wider and leans back, offering her his right arm. “Get ready.”

“Oh, I am.”

She lines her hand up with the dip in his muscles between his shoulder and the top of his bicep, rears it back, and —

“Ow!”

The side of her hand simply bounces off of the solid mass of his bulging arm. Grayson does that head-back belly laugh again and she pretends to pout as she rubs her sore hand. “That hurt way more than it should have!” she exclaims. “What are you, Superman?”

Grayson, still laughing, grabs her hand in his and strokes it rather tenderly considering the sheer size of his palm compared to hers. And it’s so cliche, but MJ swears she feels tingles where their skin connects.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says, biting his lip in an attempt to contain himself. “It’s just, in the least misogynistic way possible, that was high-key cute.”

“Hmph.” MJ scrunches her nose at him as her heart drops to her stomach in the best, scariest way.

Uh oh. He's a stranger, MJ; you’ve known him for half an hour, MJ; you’re in the middle of nowhere, MJ — you can’t catch feelings for a stranger you’ve know for half an hour in the middle of nowhere, MJ…

She clears her throat and gives his hand a slight squeeze before extracting it from his grip, hoping that conveys that she doesn’t disapprove of his touch. But the sun is well on it’s way to setting, and she does need to check her phone battery. It’s at 28%, not as much as she hoped for but probably enough to do the trick.

Shit. MJ really, really doesn’t want to leave him, but she can’t exactly invite herself to stay longer. She had already kept him from building his tent, and his fire is starting to die as well. She turns back to face him only to find his eyes trained on her, brow slightly scrunched. Her belly swoops again.

“I should, ah, probably get going,” MJ admits quietly, fidgeting with her fingers. A shiver runs down her spine and goosebumps raise themselves up the skin of her arms, too, as the setting sun steadily lowers the temperature around them. She crosses her arms across her chest, partly for warmth and partly to hide her stiffened nipples that peak through her thin sports bra and tank. “Or I really will kill myself out here in the dark by walking off a cliff or something.”

Grayson smiles woefully and lets out a little huff, ducking his gaze down for a moment and picking at a thread on his shorts. “Yeah, I understand.”

Is it her imagination or does he sound…disappointed?

When he looks back up at her, the sudden intensity of his gaze makes her swallow thickly. She wants so badly to ask for his number, his Instagram, his last name, but it all seems too weird given the circumstances and the amount of time (or lack thereof) they’ve spent together. Besides, she thinks, she’s still dealing with a psycho ex amongst the rest of her life falling apart, and doesn’t need any more boy problems in her already crazy-stressful life.

MJ stands and dusts off the back of her shorts. “Thank you, Grayson, seriously. You really did save my ass,” she says with a sad smile.

“Of course,” he replies, standing with her.

She unplugs her phone and pulls up both maps before setting off down the trail with one last wave at the gorgeous, sweet man she’s so reluctantly leaving behind.

“MJ, wait!”

She stops in her tracks, black Nikes skidding in the loose, sandy dirt. Turning around in time to see Grayson dig his hands in the backpack to fish out a sweatshirt and flashlight, her heart lifts when he starts jogging toward her. Despite her elation, however, she looks up at him confusedly.

“I’ve actually been to this place a few times, so I’m pretty familiar with the trails and campgrounds. I would feel a lot better if I walked you to your tent. Not that you need a man to help you anywhere or…whatever, but yeah, only if you want —”

“Grayson,” she interrupts, touching a slim hand to his forearm. She smiles, endeared at how flustered he’s getting. He runs a hand through his hair again. Is this him wanting to spend more time with her, or him simply being a gentleman? “I really do appreciate it, but I’ve already kept you from setting up your own camp. I couldn't ask you to walk me all the way to BFE and risk you coming back alone in the dark.”

Grayson shakes his head. “I swear, it’s fine. I’ve got a flashlight.” He clicks it on and shines it under his chin, illuminating his head in typical campfire story-time style, and makes a face at her. MJ giggles. “And you can’t be too far from here; there are only two main campgrounds and they’re less than a mile apart from each other, so I should make it back before dark one way or the other.”

A shiver from the cold overtakes her body suddenly. “Oh, here,” he adds, extending the purple hoodie to her. She starts to protest, but he shakes his head and holds it at her more insistently. “I know you’re cold.”

MJ flushes, but takes the soft garment from him gratefully. “I never said I was cold,” she remarks as she shoves her arms in the sleeves and slips it over her head. It practically swallows her, but it smells just like the laundry/cologne scent she had picked up earlier, only more concentrated and delicious.

Grayson eyes her up and down slowly, grinning. “I’m observant,” he says teasingly.

MJ raises her brows at him amusedly. Again, she should be creeped out, but there’s something about him that sends all potential red flags out the window.

“And I might not be done sharing secrets with you,” he adds quietly, smiling the softest, sexiest smile she’s ever seen and utilizing the ultimate puppy-dog eyes. “Please?”

Well, twist my arm, MJ thinks sarcastically. “Okay,” she says without hesitation now, her insides jittering with a strange mixture of happiness and nerves. He beams at her and jerks his head in indication for them to continue down the trail.

“So, you never said what you’re doing out here by yourself,” Grayson prompts, nudging her with his elbow.

MJ shakes her head and smiles up at him. “Nuh-uh. Not only is that a sob story no one wants to hear, it’s definitely your turn to share. So I could ask you what you’re doing out here by yourself?”

Grayson shrugs as if to say ‘fair enough.’ “I’m not, actually. I’m with my brother and his girlfriend because she wanted to camp, but my brother doesn’t know shit about it. I only came under the agreement that there was going to be no funny business while I was around, only to come back from getting firewood to find them going at it, so I chose to remove myself from the situation. They’re still at our original campsite further down the trail. I needed to make sure I was far enough away to not hear anything.”

MJ sucks in a sympathetic breath through her teeth. “Ooh, yeah, there’s nothing worse than being the third wheel, especially when you have nowhere to escape.”

“Exactly!” he exclaims, turning to her with his hands raised. “Thank you! Ethan told me I was being dramatic, but it definitely sucks. He’s been with her long enough now, I think he’s forgotten what it’s like to be the lonesome outsider.”

This is the perfect segue for the question, but it gets stuck in her throat. Come on, MJ, grown woman, remember? She’s sure she already knows the answer based on what he had just said, but it never hurts to check.

“So…you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“Nope.” She glances up at him to find him staring straight ahead with that lopsided, boyish grin. He looks back down at her and reciprocates the question. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Nope.” MJ is mortified to hear it come out as a whisper. She clears her throat and diverts her gaze to the sunset. She had literally, quite literally, just met this man — he should not have this kind of effect on her.

Just then, her phone buzzes, and she’s infuriated to see the deleted number of her ex pop up on the screen. She groans in frustration. “But it’s not for my idiot ex’s lack of trying to get back together,” she complains, wiggling the phone and sending it straight to voicemail.

“I’m sorry,” Grayson says, shaking his head understandingly. “I’ve definitely been there. How long have you been broken up?”

MJ swipes the voicemail notification away and rolls her eyes. “Over two months. We weren't super serious and it wasn't a crazy bad breakup or anything, we were just in different places, and I’m not one to be in a relationship just for the sake of it. Especially if I’m not feeling any aspect of it. I didn't hear a word from him the first month or so, but he’s acting like we were soulmates who had some tragic ending, calling and texting me nonstop the last couple of weeks.”

Grayson shrugs. “Sounds like he’s just realizing what he missed out on,” he says, grinning. MJ’s breath catches in her throat and she rolls her eyes again embarrassedly with a smile, flushing pink yet again. “Why don’t you block him?”

She sighs. “I probably will. I don't like to burn bridges like that unless someone really does me wrong, but it’s getting ridiculous at this point.”

Grayson nods. “I’m not just saying this, but I feel the exact same way. And about what you said with being in a relationship just to be in one. Like…” he ruffles the back of his hair, something she now detects as a tell for when he's uncomfortable. “Ok, like, this sounds so ugly and conceited, but if I really wanted to be with someone, I could. Ethan and I do social media for a living and we have a decent following, so it’s not a lack of girls, but that’s not me. Maybe when I was a little younger, but…yeah, not now.”

Wow. What does that mean, a decent following? Her job requires her to know the ins and outs of the social media side of marketing, but she isn’t super invested in it for herself entertainment-wise. Mainly, she’s active on Snapchat with her friends and just occasionally uses Insta, so with the knowledge of the spectrum of social media followings, that could really be any number in her book. “So you’re, like, an Instagram model or something?”

He chuckles. “No, no. We make YouTube videos mostly. We’re identical twins so a lot of them are stupid things based on that — challenges and skits and stuff. It’s pretty chill. We’re starting to dabble in documentary-style projects, too.”

MJ gawks at him playfully, though she is actually surprised by his admission. “There are two of you?!” she gasps.

Grayson gapes back at her jokingly. “Technically, yes. He’s my absolute best friend in the entire world and, like I said, we’re identical, but half the time we really couldn’t be more opposite if we tried. I’ll show you our channel later, if you want, and you’ll see.”

“Hmm,” MJ hums, catching her lip with her teeth briefly. “Well I’m sure Ethan is great, but I’m glad I met you, then.”

He bumps her with his hip. “Are you saying you like me?”

MJ rolls her eyes good-naturedly at the teasing lilt to his voice and hopes that the light is low enough that he can’t see the seemingly permanent tint to her cheeks. “Since we’re sharing secrets…maybe. Yes.”

“I like you, too,” he replies, just as quietly. She picks up a barely-detectable lisp on the ’t’ and the East Coast lilt on the ‘oo.’ It’s adorable.

Her heart flutters.

They walk steadily a few more feet in silence, when suddenly she feels his hand brush hers gently. She assumes it was accidental until it happens again, only this time there’s more assertiveness in the movement, clearly indicating what he’s trying to do. Her heart jumps in her throat as she gladly lets his palm dwarf her own as he takes her hand in his. They happen to both glance at each other, only to duck their heads simultaneously, each attempting to hide giddy smiles.

“Ah, so, secrets,” MJ says to break the silence that’s thick with the best kind of tension. “How old are you?”

There’s a beat of silence. “Old enough…almost,” he answers cryptically, side-eyeing her.

His reply actually makes MJ stop in her tracks, and she’s jerked a bit by their joined hands as he continues moving. “What?” she asks incredulously.

Grayson laughs heartily and squeezes her palm, melting her insides a bit. He’s clearly pleased with himself at catching her so off-guard. “I’m kidding. I mean, I am legal, but people tend to think I’m older than I am.” He observes her standing there, waiting for his answer, and finally relents. “I’m 20.”

MJ shakes her head, stunned. “Shut the fuck up!” she exclaims. “Twenty?! Dude, yeah, no kidding people think you’re older. I definitely did.”

He tugs on her hand to keep her walking, and MJ obeys dutifully, still amazed at yet another shocking disclosure. “Is that an issue?”

She shrugs; she feels like it should be, but he doesn’t look or act 20 at all. But also…an issue for what? They literally just met. And she should only be thinking of being friends; she can be friends with a 20 year-old.

That thought doesn’t stop her from answering, though, because time factor aside, something is happening between them. Something more than friends, if she’s letting herself be honest. “I guess it’s only an issue if it affects maturity, but that doesn't seem to be a problem here that I can tell.”

Grayson squeezes her hand again, and a shot of sparks zings up her arm this time. “Good. Now, are you gonna make me ask, or are you gonna tell me how old you are?”

MJ groans. Twenty. She’s basically a dinosaur compared to that. “God, I don’t even want to say now. I’m 24,” she admits.

“What’s wrong with that?” Grayson asks with a chuckle.

“Because…” How do you explain to a young, hot 20 year-old man that every year that you creep closer to 25 only means one year closer to the downhill to 30? “I don’t know. Sometimes I feel old. And stuck. Especially lately. And you seem like this super young, super successful guy. It’s a little intimidating.”

Grayson is quiet for a moment. “If there’s anything I know, it’s not to judge your path based on other’s. If you’re feeling stuck, something will happen that gets you unstuck. Age has nothing to do with that.”

His answer catches MJ by surprise in its sincerity and maturity and thoughtfulness. Before she can form an answer, they pass what must be his brother’s tent. She has to hush her fit of laughter into her free hand when Grayson makes a disgusted little noise and flips off the dark red canvas that is, indeed, rustling suspiciously.

From there on they share anything and everything about each other, with each other. Against her word from earlier, she tells him about losing her job and her other woes from the week; he briefly opens up that he had lost his dad a little over a year ago and is still coping with it. This shocks her a bit, but his openness leads her to sympathize with him by sharing how her mom had passed away in a car accident when she was 15. By the time they reach the next campground, their fingers are completely intertwined and she’s leaning her head on his shoulder, his smell enveloping her completely from both his shirt sleeve and the collar of the hoodie. MJ has truly never felt more connected to a man on this level, and it’s both exciting and terrifying.

They aren’t even to her tent yet and she already doesn’t want him to go.

“Should be just around this corner,” Grayson says, squinting at her phone before concentrating on the trail again.

Sure enough, the next turn reveals her campsite, complete with the tent she had miraculously managed to construct herself and her cooler propped next to the same rock-bench that they had sat on at Grayson’s camp.

Her free hand clenches around his elbow. “Yep, here it is,” she says.

They stop and stand to face one another. “Thanks again, Grayson,” she tells him sincerely. “I didn't really know what the hell I was doing coming out here. In more ways than one, obviously.” This earns her a smile and — God, as if her heart could feel any more sappy in that moment — he brings their clasped hands to his lips to kiss the back of her palm. “But in the hour that I’ve known you I think you’ve helped me take my mind off things more than anyone else back home could have. So…thank you.”

“Of course, MJ,” he says quietly. “I could say the same. I rarely talk about my dad with anyone besides Ethan, let alone someone I just met.” Her heart warms at his confession, and a heated moment of quiet and intense eye contact passes between them before he breaks it. “Come on, I’ll help you start a fire.”

She nods, and they release their grasps on one another to gather sticks and dry brush at his suggestion.

“You know,” he says as he leans over the fire pit that’s now filled with their findings with her lighter, breaking the short silence, “I was going to spend the night alone since E was clearly pretty busy. I don't think he would miss me if I stayed for a bit. To keep telling secrets. If you want, that is.”

MJ swallows. What the hell is this night? She’s pretty sure sad, lost girls meeting and mutually falling for beautiful, polite, genuinely funny boys in the desert is something that only happens in the likes of cheesy Meg Cabot novels. Yet, here she is, living out her nerdy 16 year-old fantasies in real life somehow.

“Yes. I want you,” she murmurs finally, and though she doesn’t mean for it to come out as a bit of an entendre, she doesn’t regret her wording; even in the low light of the late sunset, she can see his eyes darken. “Won’t he notice eventually, though, if you stay gone for very long? And it’s getting dark…”

“If I can borrow your phone, I can text him,” he explains. “I don't have any service but you do somehow. I guarantee he’ll use the wifi in our car to check his phone before he goes to bed, so he’ll get it eventually.”

She nods and unlocks her phone for him. “How do you have service out here, actually?” he asks as he types out a new message.

“My brother,” she answers, entranced by the way his thick fingers fly across the keyboard of her phone. “Being a firefighter, he gets to be on this plan for first responders where he gets first access to a bigger network in case he’s in the middle of nowhere on a call or in a crowd during an emergency or something. I was able to sign on with his account and get all the benefits of it.”

Grayson looks up at her, surprised, and smirks when he hands her phone back to her. “Wow, a firefighter? So he could probably kick my ass if he wanted, huh?”

MJ laughs. “Normally I would say yes, but somehow I think you've got a solid 20 pounds of muscle on him, even though he's a little taller than you,” she admits.

She finally can’t resist anymore and runs her right hand over a bicep that is truly bulging right beneath the edge of his shirt sleeve, and allows herself to take in unabashedly the way the fabric stretches across his wide shoulders, his defined pecs…fuck, he’s sexy.

He swallows hard and she looks up at him. For the second time that night, the intensity of his gaze stuns her into silence and stillness.

When he ducks his head to meet her lips with his, however, her insides are screaming and the hand not clutching his arm travels to grip the front of his shirt, then the short hairs at the back of his neck.

More cliches, but it’s a perfect first kiss — soft but intense, not too much tongue but just enough as it deepens. MJ sighs into his mouth, deciding she would be perfectly content to do this with him forever despite the fire now lit within her at his touch that has her body begging for more.

It could have been a few seconds or a few hours that they stand there entwined with one another, but eventually they part, eyes closed and breaths panting heavily in the minimal space between them. The longer she isn’t distracted by his lips, the longer she stands there trying not to overthink things.

But the beauty of what this trip has been — what Grayson has been — for her is that it was the opposite of overthinking; it was instinctual, impulsive, and honest. In short, her motto had been ‘fuck it.’

Her green eyes open and lift to his hazel ones. “Grayson,” she whispers, “we’re telling secrets tonight, right?”

“Right,” he replies just as breathlessly.

She swallows past a small lump as an inexplicable rush of emotion hits her.

Fuck it.

MJ’s hands cup his angular jaw and she forces herself to keep eye contact with him. She takes a deep breath. “Look, I’m not into drama and feelings and fairytale shit. But I like you. I really like you, way more than I should considering we’re basically strangers, which fucking scares me. And even though I barely know you, I trust you for some reason. I just…need you to tell me if you feel kind of the same, or if this is starting to feel like too much now that I’m putting my thoughts out there. Because my gut is telling me this is mutual, but we can both walk away now and write it off as a crazy, whirlwind thing in the desert. I go in my tent, you go in yours, and we never see each other again.”

Her words come out in a rush, her last sentence almost painfully so. She also suddenly considers the idea that maybe he’s only using her as a fun story to tell his friends about, the pretty girl he met in the desert, wooed by his charm and good looks into her tent, only to be ghosted by him the next day.

Maybe the uncertainty in her life is leading her to be too impulsive with her wants and desires right now.

Maybe she’s starting to overthink things.

Grayson catches his lower lip with his teeth and mimics the position of her hands with his own. His thumbs brush the ridges of her mandible and his long fingers overlap at the back of her neck, scratching lightly. Despite herself, she could have purred at the sensation, almost does when it’s combined with that of his lips brushing hers tenderly.

“MJ,” he says lowly, resting his forehead against hers. “I’m not a fuckboy, I promise; like I said earlier, if all I wanted was a warm body beside me, I could have that in a second. What’s so hard for me is to find someone who's not after clout or money or anything that comes along with being in the social media space. Almost every girl I’ve talked to in the last couple of years has been attracted to one of those aspects of my life, not me. Once I find that out, no matter what they look like, I’m never interested in being in the same room as them, let alone in a relationship with them. I can tell you don't give a shit about any of that, and I love it. I love how funny, genuine, and kind you are. I love how naturally, absolutely gorgeous you are. That’s what I look for, that’s all I go for, and you’re all of it.”

Holy fuck, how is this guy real? It’s like he could read her mind. Her thumb tugs on his lower lip and he takes that as his cue to kiss her thoroughly again.

“Promise me now, then,” she huffs when they break apart, “no matter what happens tonight, we try to stay friends, at least, tomorrow.”

“Deal,” he agrees with a grin.

MJ bites her lip and smirks up at him. “How about we, uh, keep sharing secrets in my tent?”

Grayson raises his brow, his smile widening. “It is getting a little chilly out here.”

#this might have originally been written w smut #but i wasn't sure if i wanted it to be official #should i post it as like a continuation?#hmm #dolan twins #grayson dolan #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan fic #grayson dolan oc #grayson mj

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Avoiding Red

Part 1 || Part 2

Mature Themes

Pairings: Vivienne Tang x MC (Rozario)

Vivienne and I walked past a jewelry store, arms linked, discussing the nothings. It was a calming afternoon in Paris, but the next groan of wind rippled my skirts and left me shivering. Aw. My heart cried for the passing summer season. It was my favorite, but we couldn't ignore the cold any longer. Soon I would have to "purchase" some warmer clothes. I flushed, thinking back to the outfits I had for New York’s winter. I'm pretty sure The Poppy would have kicked me out if I was still in my experimental fashion phase. Growing up in Florida, we rarely had to think about winter or autumn apparel because of HEAT. Colder seasons were not my thing. I remembered that when I first arrived in Paris, Nikolai had been so hard on me for wearing my floral skirt and denim jacket. I smirked, glancing down at it.

Ha. That didn't stop me from wearing it.

So I knew he wouldn't approve of whatever "American" crimes of fashion I had planned to wear next season. But I was more than confident that Vivienne had already picked out my autumn wardrobe mentally.

"Oh!" I gasped as Vivienne yanked on my arm, pulling me out of harm's way.

"Darling," Vivienne whispered, brushing her toxic lips against my temple. "You know I love that far away look in your eyes…but not here," she kisses my cheek, "too many people."

"Sorry," I flushed, embarrassed, blinking away the dreaminess from my eyes as I took in our new surroundings. It was older, a much more rustic part of Paris. Huh. I didn't recognize where we were. Must have been one of Vivienne's scenic routes. Regardless, I took the opportunity to melt into Vivienne further. How was she so warm? Even if I wanted to, I couldn't stop a pleased sigh from escaping my lips. Vivienne raised a brow at the noise, but said nothing, allowing me to cling to her with a huff. She ALWAYS tried to make things more dramatic than they were, but I caught the glimpse of an amused smile before she hid it.

"Will I be carrying you back as well?" Vivienne huffed with laughter. I squeaked, fighting off a laugh as she pinched my bottom with a playfulness that I only got to see. It meant the world to me. Truly. How many people got to see this side of Vivienne? I always cherished whatever she gave. ME. Of all people. Teenage Rozario would have flipped! But in all honesty, teenage Rozario would have probably died from Vivienne’s domme energy.

"Any excuse to be closer to you," I muttered, purposefully breathless as I connected my eyes with hers, open and yearning. The bottom in me immediately panicked.

Oh shit. What have I done?

My eyes darted around nervously from person to person in the surrounding crowd.

We are in public.

Taking in the loudness of my sudden desire, the click of her heels went offbeat. After a few tense seconds, she then stopped and faced me, forcing the half annoyed crowd to move around us, like a rock in a river. Vivienne's eyes found mine, and her grip on my arm tightened. My breath hitched. I could tell she was thinking the same thing as her eyes left mine to glance at the surrounding people. Words were not needed, however. With delicate fingers, Vivienne took hold of my chin, and my knees grew weak under her paint, stripping gaze. It was a chain reaction. She gripped the back of my thighs to steady them. Shit. Vivienne looked like she was going to devour me, right here and now. A part of me was hoping she would.

Not now.

Her piercing eyes warned.

Look what you started.

Her brows pinched together as she backed me out of the crowd and up against a building. She was trembling with frustration. She was frustrated because she couldn't go in for the kill that I so temptingly offered. With the unfortunate predicament of my period, it had been over a week. Whoops.

Look WHERE you started it.

Her hand slid down from my chin to my throat, turning my head side to side, but my eyes never left hers. I was stubborn. That pushed Vivienne over the edge, and I couldn't stop the cocky smile from spreading across my lips. A hiss escaped her as she pulled me closer by the throat. Those toxins on her lips burned into my skin as she lingered. It was getting dark by now, and most people were already gone, and those remaining were on their phones.

"Tonight," she licked my neck, "I want you waiting for me, bent over the table in nothing, but heels," she whispered hoarsely, digging her nails into my shoulders as she held them in place.

"Yes sir," I muttered, brushing my lips against hers, eyes fluttering.

"Good girl," she purred in response, eyelids closing at my touch. I could tell Vivienne didn't want to move, but finding her last ounce of control she did, taking my arm and leading me back to our original route. I sighed to myself. I needed to go to horny jail.

The Poppy had only been back in Paris for ONE freakin night, and that's all Vivienne needed to locate her next target. Like a deer frozen in headlights, she appraised something in the window of a jewelry store warmly. I could already see the gears turning in that beautiful mind of hers.

What beautiful thing caught Vivienne's attention this time?

It was a gold necklace, glittering in the rays of the setting sun. It draped a serpent that wrapped itself protectively around a mess of diamonds, but a blood drop ruby in the center stole the show—fucking rubies. I smirked to myself as my gaze dropped to Vivienne's signature, serpent ring, and then back at the reflecting serpent on display. Both promised to strike if you threatened their treasure.

HA!

That thought only made me squeeze Vivienne's arm tighter.

Bite me.

I taunted them both.

I dare you. Both treasures belong to me.

24 hours later.

"Rozario!"

My eyes rolled to the direction of the voice, and my fingers twitched in response. Everything was blurry. I could vaguely make out shapes.

"ROZARIO, WHERE ARE YOU??!!!" The voice desperately repeated my name, competing against the volume of jewelry store alarms. That low sensual voice, it was so familiar. Louder, but familiar. I couldn't put my finger on it. Like the moon, the name was there but out of reach, but all this noise made me wince. My head was heavy with hurt. I was confused, scared, and I felt like someone had just hit me in the head with a baseball bat.

"Ugh…" I groaned, testing the stability of my muscles. There was so much noise that I didn't notice how cold the ground was. My shirt felt wet. "Stop…" I pleaded, shielding my ears as the flashing red lights consumed me, but yet again, the voice ripped over the alarms. It was more desperate, and then it clicked. My eyes widened in recognition.

VIVIENNE!!!

A rush of adrenaline-charged my body, and my heart squeezed with concern.

"Vivienne…" My voice didn't want to work, but I managed to whisper through dry, bloody lips. My whole system froze.

Why. WHY WAS I BLEEDING??? WHAT HAPPENED??? WHERE AM I??

Trembling in a storm of panic, I reached up to examine my face.

"OUCH!" I howled as my knuckles unknowingly bumped against the tip of my nose, provoking tremors of pain to spike up. I whimpered. My head pounded in rhythm with my heart. Not good. More, unfamiliar voices reached my ears. NOT GOOD. I needed to move! Pushing aside the pain, I roared out a groan in an attempt to stand. My pathetic excuse of a body just didn't want to function.

BUT IT NEEDED TO WORK DAMN IT!! Who knows how much time I have before security finds me!!??

"Come on..." I whimpered out, pushing myself across the floor with one foot towards the exit. At this rate, my heart felt like it was going to pump out of my chest. I stopped, already out of breath.

I just didn't have the time. I need to stand. NOW.

Finally, after eighty-four years, I managed to roll myself over to a GUARD STAINED IN BLOOD!!?? FUCK!!! My eyes shot from their eye sockets, and before I could make a level headed response, I hurled out a scream that shook the heavens. If security didn't know where I was before, they would now, but it all came back to me. Things didn't go as planned. We thought this was a small, family-owned jewelry store, but it turned out to be bait planted by some government agents. We took the bait like a fish lured by a worm, and I got my ass kicked by a guard. Fuck. FUUUCK!! But those memories didn't explain why I was so hungover. With a rush of determination, I lifted my hand and smacked myself.

"OW!!" Were my knuckles bruised too?? I smacked myself again. Ow.

Rozario. F O C U S. Escape now, think later.

Last I knew, Vivienne had the necklace, but a small army of security separated us. My eyes widened with panic at the thought of her captured, or worse. HURT.

I needed...I NEEDED TO FIND HER!!!

With my senses high and alert, I listened for her voice. Nothing. My heart dropped, the concern inside of me, twisting into something ugly. Fueled by it, I managed to stand with the wall as my guide.

"Vivienne!!" I cried out, stumbling around like a teen wearing drunk goggles. My focus scrambled, and all I could do for the sudden wave of dizziness was to shut my eyes as the floor spun and became the ceiling.

Oh god. OH GOD!! I'm going to puke. YEP, puking now.

My throat opened, and my stomach squeezed as I hurled out last night's dinner. Vivienne.

ROZARIO!

I smacked myself again.

Bad Brain. If you don't get out of here, you will go to REAL prison instead of HORNY jail!!!

I scolded myself, tapping my head back to its senses. Nikolai would be proud.

The floor is NOT ceiling, get it right brain!

After calming down, I took my advice, exhaling through my nose.

Breathe Rozario, just breathe.

That's when my head decided to take a trip to "Pain City." I winced more at my own joke than the pain.

I hate myself.

Putting one foot in front of the other, I approached the unconscious guard, trembling. He was still breathing. A weight of relief that I didn't even know I was holding left my chest, but again my body failed me, and without resistance, my knees dropped to the ground with my body begging for the rest that it's been denied. I just couldn't do it. My breath was jagged, and it burned as I licked my lips.

Where was Vivienne?

My eyes searched for red in the dark.

Why hadn't she come for me? Was she already caught?

These questions haunted my mind until the scent of bittersweet chocolate washed over me.

"Rozario, my love!" I heard my name in both panic and joy as I felt two long arms wrap underneath my shoulders, lifting me up to grace.

"Vivienne…" I screamed in a whisper, the red of her cape had become my beacon of hope, and once she embraced me, I just completely broke, crying tears of relief into her chest. "Never leave me again," I sobbed, "I was so scared. I thought. I thought…" the words died off my lips as she shushed me with a gloved finger. Despite myself, I smiled against her finger, but she didn't smile back. Instead, Vivienne's beautiful face darkened as she took in my state. My brows pinched together in suspicion. Besides the obvious, what else could be wrong? Vivienne was full of hesitant gestures as her gaze flicked from my face to my torso.

"Viv…" I whimpered with pleading eyes.

Just tell me.

I thought to myself as I caressed her cheek. Like always, Vivienne knew something that I didn't, and by the way her teeth caught her lip, it was bad. Shouts from a distance grew near. It forced Vivienne into immediate action, and she let me go, postponing whatever news she was going to share with me until later. We needed to get out of here. Skillfully and well-practiced, Vivienne lurked around the corner, with stealth and flexibility in her favor, as she fished out some tools from her cape. I wasn't as fortunate. Vivienne's reassurance might have lifted my spirits, but my body winced in pain with every step. The injuries I had endured were oblivious to me. I felt lightheaded like I've lost a lot of blood. Without the wall, I probably would have fallen again.

"Can you run?" Vivienne asked, flipping open a pocket mirror to get a better view of the guards behind us.

" Yes," I answered breathlessly, not wanting to be the dead weight on our mini heist. Vivienne snapped the mirror shut, unconvinced as her heavy gaze rested upon me and thought up a strategy. Besides a few strands of hair out of place, Vivienne's appearance was flawless. It made me self conscious, but her eyes were tired and swimming with fear. A crack in the mask that I always found. The realness of the situation finally dawned on me."We are probably going to be caught, aren't we?" I finally asked in a whisper. Vivienne stood up straighter, eyes widening at my bluntness, but before she could answer, AGAIN, my body failed me, and I dropped. The sound of glass shattering penetrated my ears, and with one long stride, Vivienne was instantly at my side, catching me before I could fall. She huffed, silently mourning the pocket mirror she sacrificed to catch me.

" Rozario…" she begged, but before any of us could get another word in, as quick as my panicked heart, Vivienne dragged me into another room as security promptly swarmed to locate the source of the shattered glass. Hopefully, the unconscious guard would buy us time.

"Getting caught is the last thing on my mind," Vivienne whispered low, propping me up against the wall as she tested the knob of a door. It was locked. With her brows pinching together in concentration, she fell on one knee to pick it. Time. We didn't have a lot of that.

I'm slowing her down.

"Leave me," I said quietly, without thinking. Vivienne didn't hear me at first. "Vivienne, baby,” I reached for her, ”leave me," I repeated, but louder," you won't be able to get us both out, and I'm only slowing you down." It was the truth. It hurt, but it was.

I'm not going to be Vivienne's downfall.

The lock had been picked, and the roof door opened, but when Vivienne looked at me, it was with the face of someone desperate. Out of control. A look that NEVER touched her expression.

"No," she promised.

My eyes burned with tears.

Couldn't she see that I would destroy her?

Vivienne saw me breaking and was quick to soothe me, stroking my hair with gloved fingers.

"My first concern is you. I won't leave you. I'm done doing that," Vivienne whispered, caressing her poisonous lips against my cheek in both a promise and declaration. I gazed up at her in worship, like any victim would their savior. Vivienne Tang was a thief through and through, but right now, she was my hero, and without warning, she picked me up. My cheeks burned in a mix of pain and awe. I always forgot how strong Vivienne was, and I was too weak to argue any further.

Okay.

I thought, closing my eyes, allowing her to take complete control of the situation. I trusted her.

I don't exactly remember how, but Vivienne carried me up the flight of stairs.

"THIEF!! STOP!! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!!" The small army of guards threatened, chasing us up the stairs.

Vivienne didn't slow. In fact, I think she went faster, sprinting with me dangling in her arms. A red blur vanishing into the night. She was breathless, but this feat couldn't have been done by your average human. When did she have time to work out? I knew Leon worked out, but damn Vivienne had endurance. She MUST have worked out at SOME time in the day. There was no other explanation, but that was another discussion for later.

"Zoe, how...how close are you?" Vivienne inquired through ragged breaths, and it was then that I realized my earpiece was missing. I wondered at which phase in our mini heist I lost it, but whatever Zoe said must have pleased Vivienne because the panicked look in her eyes had slightly receded. "Rozario has lost a lot of blood, and we need to get her to a hospital. Fast."

Those words should have scared me, but they didn't. They only gave me relief as another lost memory revealed itself. A gun in the guard's hand, hot from firing. His first shot had missed, but the second hit. Funny, until now, I didn't even notice the injury. Adrenaline was a mask until it depleted.

Vivienne flew onto the roof, stumbling and breathing rapidly, desperate for air as she slowed to a walk and set me down.

I smirked, letting out a weak chuckle that might as well have been a whisper. "T-th-this is wha...why you shouldn't wear h-hheels to heistsss…" I teased, despite myself.

Vivienne glared down at me like she couldn't believe I was making a joke at a dire time like this, but there was a humorous glint in her eyes. "I have yet to be caught, and besides," she waves her hand, gesturing to me, "try carrying your heavy ass up a flight of stairs."

I gasped dramatically, acting all offended even though I wasn't, but our teasing banter was interrupted by a sudden pain spreading through from my torso. I groaned, clutching my side in agony.

"Eh…hrrnngg..." I pulled back my hand to see crimson. My eyes instantly closed, not wanting to look as I bit back a scream.

"Don't look, eyes on me, my darling," Vivienne muttered, crouching down next to me and keeping her eyes locked with mine as the helicopter neared. She was scared and on the verge of tears. I could tell, but she wouldn’t let her brave face fall. Protectively, Vivienne pulled me closer with the seriousness returning to her features. The lights and winds of the helicopter were overwhelming, and I wondered silently to myself who was in control. Was it Leon? Or did Zoe program it? The helicopter didn't land, but there was a loud clunk as the metal door slid open. A ladder tumbled down and I was relieved to see Jett poking out his head. There was a device of sorts in the palm of his hand, and before I could process, there was a loud BOOM behind us. The explosion had caused a fire, separating the security from Vivienne and I, but there were no sparkles. How disappointing.

"Come on, move your arse! We haven't gotten all bloody night!" Jet shouted, shaking his fist dramatically. Vivienne rolled her eyes as she took hold of the ladder, steadying it before swiveling around to reach for me, cape whipping viciously in the wind behind her. I accepted her hand with a smile that didn't quite meet my eyes, well aware that I couldn't climb the ladder by myself. Leon, Remy, or Jett would have to pull us up. I just wasn't strong enough.

"We have a bath in London waiting for us," she promised, eyes shining down at me. Carefully, the helicopter began to rise, and as it ascended, I caught the glint of Vivienne's ring. The emerald eyes mocked me. A new pain stabbed my heart.

Oh no. No no-no-no. NO!!

With a new realization and a returned memory, my heart pinched as I recalled the needle of her ring stuck in my flesh. In the jewelry store. On purpose. I shook my head in disbelief.

NO!! LIES!! Vivienne PROMISED she wouldn't poison me.

"Vivienne...baby..." I breathed out, squeezing my eyes shut as the wind collected my tears. Vivienne wouldn't do that because she loves me. She promised. Why would she stab me? The helicopter suddenly jerked, and I gasped, losing my balance.

"ROZARIO!!!" Vivienne’s screams filled the air as she dropped to catch me, but it was too late, and I fell. Looking back, I didn't want her to catch me. Maybe this fate was best. A reminder that I traveled with criminals.

Why, why would she poison me? Was I the escape goat all along?

It wasn't a long drop, but it felt like forever. Like time had slowed, drawing out all my mistakes starting with Vivienne. I wasn't prepared, but my body smacked against the roof anyways, and immediately, I couldn't breathe. I gasped, choking, and struggling to find the air in my lungs that wasn't there. I didn't know what hurt worse, my body, or my heart. The fire had dulled, and I was surrounded in a beat with guns pointed at me from all directions. I didn't care. Shoot me, I mouthed, but no more further injuries came. Or perhaps I just couldn't feel them anymore. Or see. Their mouths moved, but I couldn't hear them, and the last thing I saw was Leon holding back a feral Vivienne as the helicopter soared high from sight. Goodbye, Vivienne Tang.

“R-r-r-re...red....”

To be continued….

#vivienne tang #vivienne x mc #lovestruck #queen of thieves lovestruck #zoe banks #leon kwan #nikolai stirling #remy chevalier #fanfiction #HEIST GONE WRONG #betrayal #angst

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apparentlynotreallyfinnish · 4 years

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Out of Bounds - part 4

Rhett had lost his shirt on the way to the bed and somehow, equally shirtless, Link had ended up straddling his lap like at the party earlier. This time, Rhett didn’t try to hide his hard-on. Link’s ass pressed sweetly against it as they kissed languidly. Link’s hands were roaming Rhett’s sides and his shoulders and neck, leaving pleasant tingles in their wake. It had been a while since Rhett’s last hook-up and he tried to remember if it had felt like this--like he was buzzing with need to touch and be touched.

“I was at the game today,” Link said between kisses. Rhett’s eyebrow quirked and he smiled. Link surged back to nip at his lower lip and Rhett swallowed down a growl before replying.

“Yeah? You don’t seem like the sports type,” he said, trailing his fingertips down Link’s spine. Link moved to suck on his neck right below his jaw and Rhett drew in a sharp breath, bucking his hips involuntarily.

“I’m not,” Link murmured against Rhett’s skin. “Honestly, I don’t care about the game that much. Sorry. But the players… Mmmh, hot damn. All that bare skin and broad shoulders and long legs. Fuuuck. That is a court filled with premium spank bank material.” Link’s deep, satisfied sigh made Rhett laugh and he fought the blush that was again creeping onto his cheeks. Link laughed with him before peppering his neck with soft kisses. His ass ground down onto Rhett’s cock, making Rhett’s eyes slip closed.

“I don’t know if I should be offended or flattered,” Rhett said absentmindedly, shifting under Link’s undulating hips, seeking more purchase for his throbbing cock.

“Definitely flattered. Do you have any idea how hot you looked out there? All sweaty and pumped up. All I could think about is whether that would be what you’d look like after fucking me…”

“Oh, I see. So you’re a ball bunny,” Rhett teased, settling his hands on Link’s hips to encourage their movement.

“If you mean I wanna fuck like rabbits with balls slapping against my ass, then yeah,” Link deadpanned, looking Rhett straight in the eyes.

Rhett sputtered, choking on a shocked laugh. Link smirked and licked his lips before winking theatrically. Rhett was still trying to cope with the dirty images filling his mind when Link sat up and pressed his hands on Rhett’s chest. “Isn’t that a hockey thing, though? A puck bunny?” he asked, frowning.

“I guess,” Rhett said with a shrug. “I don’t really know.”

“You don’t get off with fan girls?” Link asked with a quizzical look.

“Nah. Not really.” Rhett looked past Link, avoiding his gaze. He wasn’t about to tell this guy how inexperienced he was exactly, but he wasn’t going to claim to be some kind of player either. Link studied him for a moment, expression unreadable.

“Oh, right,” he finally said lightly. “Distractions.”

“Yeah.” A heavy weight settled into Rhett’s chest. His thumbs were drawing slow circles into Link’s deliciously jutting hip bones. Link felt so good in his hands--like he belonged there.

“How’s this for a distraction?” Link whispered and lowered his face onto Rhett’s chest and took Rhett’s nipple into his hot mouth. Rhett gasped and his back arched into the sensation as his brain tried to decide whether it was welcome or not. Link’s tongue swirled and lapped and as he sucked the hardening nub almost too hard into his mouth, his palm pressed onto Rhett’s cock again. Welcome. So fucking welcome.

“Oh, fuck! Whoa. Um… Yeah, that’s not that distracting to be honest,” Rhett stammered.

“Good. I can keep going then?” Link asked, his eyes flashing up at Rhett. His smile was wide and feigned innocence danced on his features.

“Uh-huh,” Rhett hummed before closing his eyes and letting his head drop back onto the pillow.

Link was kissing his chest with wet lips and eager, exploring tongue. He was slowly moving south and Rhett’s dick was straining against his pants, screaming for release.

“Want you,” Rhett muttered, his voice almost as strained as his needy cock. His chest heaved when Link’s chuckle tickled his lower belly. Link’s nose trailed along Rhett’s waistline. “Want me to what?” he teased before gently biting at Rhett’s hip bone.

“Suck me off,” Rhett gasped. Link let out a pleased hum and his mouth moved over Rhett’s crotch. His hot breath seeped through the fabric of Rhett’s pants, making him groan and curse. He almost cried from relief when Link opened his fly and tugged his pants lower.

“Oh, fuck, yes.” Link let out a pleased growl as he dug Rhett’s dripping cock from his briefs. “I shoulda made a bet that you were a thick boy. Gorgeous as fuck.”

Rhett wanted to laugh, but the only sound he was able to produce was a whimpered plea. “Please.”

Without any preamble, Link’s heat enveloped him. Rhett’s hands flew to Link’s hair and tangled into it. There was no timid licking or giggly playing with his length like he was used to from the few girls he’d managed to bring to his bed before. Link sucked him down with enthusiasm and skill. Rhett was on the brink of orgasm in record time.

“Oh, fuck, yes. Like that. Take it all. Ugh, so good. So fucking good,” Rhett babbled, his head flipping from side to side as he fought against the need to thrust into Link’s mouth. He wanted to see Link take him, wanted to have that sight burned into his mind, but the pleasure was too overwhelming. His head was like a dead weight on the pillow and he had to settle to imagining how his cock looked when it sank between Link’s gorgeous lips.

Link hummed and chuckled with Rhett’s cock deep inside his mouth, tickling the back of his throat. His tongue swirled and rubbed on Rhett’s shaft, making him groan and beg for more. But right as he was about to chase his orgasm in earnest, his mind ground to a halt.

This was a guy giving him head. A man. Someone with a dick. A dick and a...

“Stop,” he moaned, gently tugging on Link’s hair. Link’s head rose up immediately, releasing Rhett’s cock with a lewd, wet pop.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, breathless. Rhett stared at Link’s worried expression for a beat. His lips were fucked plump and gleaming in the low light of the room. A shiver of pure lust ran through Rhett and he pulled Link up for a kiss. Their mouths crashed together and Rhett felt a rush of lust as he tasted himself on Link’s tongue.

Link was grinding himself against Rhett’s thigh again and Rhett toyed with the idea of tasting his cock. The thought was foreign but more than a little bit intriguing. But it wasn’t the need that was crowding his mind now.

“Wanna fuck you,” Rhett said, voice hoarse from pleasured groans. Link’s face lit up and he rolled off of Rhett and started yanking on his pants with such enthusiasm that it made Rhett laugh. Rhett kicked off the rest of his own clothes and reached under his bed for the condoms and lube.

Link had managed to get himself naked when Rhett rolled back up. He saw the items on Rhett’s hand and nodded appreciatively.

“Lube?” he said, quirking a brow. ��I thought you said you weren’t gay.”

Rhett rolled his eyes. “Dude, I don’t think gays have a monopoly on lube usage.” Link shrugged and climbed back on top of Rhett.

“I guess we don’t. I ain’t mad, baby. Makes my life easier. And my ass less sore tomorrow.” Link snatched the lube and coated his fingers with the clear liquid before reaching behind himself. Rhett's eyes widened as Link’s closed in concentration. Link’s arm moved slowly and Rhett was struck with the all-consuming need to see what was happening. He obviously knew what Link was doing, but there was a difference between knowing and seeing.

“Can you—” Rhett started, his palms rubbing up and down on Link’s thighs. If Link minded his nervous, clammy touch, he didn’t say anything. He merely peeked at Rhett from under his lids.

“I wanna see,” Rhett confessed with a breathless voice and pink cheeks. Link’s expression turned from curious to mischievous. He swung his leg over Rhett’s body and scrambled back on top of him with his back towards Rhett’s chest. He leaned forward, presenting his round ass to Rhett.

Rhett bit his lip as Link reached around again and used his hand to spread himself. Link was smooth and hairless, his pink hole already glistening with lube. Fuck. Holy fuck! He wasn’t supposed to find someone’s asshole this sexy, was he? Rhett’s stomach felt heavy and his breathing turned into shallow gasps.

Link pressed his face onto the sheets and braced himself on his shoulder so he could reach back with his other hand as well. Rhett watched in awe as Link’s hole opened up for his index and middle finger. They sank inside easily and Link sighed against the bedding as he started to slowly fuck himself with his fingers. Rhett swallowed hard and reached for him mindlessly, rubbing the slick skin around Link’s pumping fingers. Link jerked and twisted to look at Rhett, clearly surprised.

“You wanna give it a go?” he asked, pulling his fingers out. Drunk on lust and need, Rhett watched as Link’s hole fluttered closed as Link’s fingers left it empty. Rhett let go of his bottom lip. He’d been biting on the whole time Link had been fingering himself and he felt blood rushing back to it, making it feel tingly and raw.

“Fuck,” Rhett muttered under his breath and pressed the pad of his middle finger against Link’s entrance. Link shivered and his hips tilted, sinking the tip inside the tightness. Link’s small breathless moan made Rhett curse again and he sank his digit deeper.

“You’re so soft,” he whispered in awe, making Link giggle. “Tight too, what the fuck. How am I ever gonna fit?” Rhett mumbled more to himself than to Link. Link’s laughter turned into eager whimpers as Rhett pulled his finger out and replaced it with two. Link’s body swayed on top of Rhett and he started to fuck himself on the intrusion.

As Link bared down on Rhett’s fingers, Rhett’s spit-covered cock rubbed against Link’s leg. Link’s balls grazed it, occasionally sending shocks up Rhett’s spine and making him tilt his hips upwards to bury the head of his cock into the softness of Link’s ballsack. His cock weeped with every thrust of his fingers and they were both wet from pre-cum and lube and spit.

Rhett’s insides were on fire. It was hard to breathe, hard to think. He was about to fuck a guy. A guy! His guilty pleasure fantasy was about to come true. The thought made his chest tighten and suddenly, he had trouble concentrating on what was happening. It almost felt like he was watching himself from afar, judging himself silently as his father's words rang inside his head.

There will be none of that shit in my house, boy. You will never again let me catch you doing something like that, you hear me? Fucking disgusting.

Rhett’s hand slowed down. Link picked up the pace, ramming his ass back, moaning for Rhett to keep going.

What am I doing? This isn’t me.

Rhett’s fingers slipped out of Link’s ass and he stared at it with unseeing eyes. His breathing wasn’t slowing down, instead it picked up and he felt like gasping for air. He stuck his shaking hands between his thighs and squeezed his eyes shut as he fought the impending panic attack.

“Rhett?” Link’s voice sounded like it was coming from miles away, Rhett could barely hear it through the thrumming in his ears. Soft hands cupped his face and a low voice told him to take slow breaths.

Rhett was trembling all over now. His lungs screamed for air, but he wasn’t getting any. He was drowning. Drowning in the terror that gripped him. His chest expanded but he got no relief. No oxygen. He felt dizzy.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. Let’s slow down. Breathe with me. In and out. Come on, let’s do it together,” a sweet voice coaxed him.

Rhett fought the intrusive thoughts. His father’s face distorted with disgust. His mother’s disappointed head shake. Throwing the ball into the hoop in their yard, over and over and over and over again until it was too dark to see it, until his tears had dried, until he felt numb.

Soft lips pressed onto his forehead. “Breathe with me, hot shot. We can do this.”

Rhett’s arms clung to the body in his lap and with considerable effort, he pushed the memories away. He buried them back to the farthest reaches of his mind and tried to concentrate on Link’s words. He breathed with Link. His breath catched and trembled, but slowly he felt calmer, more in control. Link whispered encouragements into his ear and softly petted his hair.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well. Keep going like that. Everything’s gonna be alright.”

After a long while, Rhett was finally breathing somewhat normally. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking away the unshed tears. He didn’t dare to look at Link.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, embarrassment burning in his gut. No one had ever seen him during an attack before.

“It’s okay,” Link said, climbing off of him, giving him space. “Do you want me to go?”

Rhett thought for a moment, but to his surprise, the answer was no. As horrified as he was about Link seeing him like that, he didn’t want to be alone. He shook his head.

Link hummed a quiet “okay” and slipped under the covers. “Come here. Let’s get some sleep.”

Rhett didn’t think, he just moved. Soon, he was wrapped around Link’s lean figure, his head resting on his broad chest. He could hear Link’s heart thumping and he could feel Link’s breath hitting the top of his head. Link’s fingers drew circles onto Rhett’s bare back.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t— That wasn’t your—” Rhett tried again.

“I know. Don’t worry about it. We all have our shit. Just try and get some sleep.”

For a while, they lay in silence.

“So… Worst hook-up ever?” Rhett asked quietly, trying to force some humor into his voice. Link let out a surprised chuckle. “Actually, no. Not by a long shot,” he confessed, rubbing Rhett’s neck. Rhett let out an incredulous huff. He didn’t press for details, he knew Link was lying to make him feel better.

It didn’t take long for the gentle touch to lull Rhett into a deep sleep.

#Appa writes fic #rhink #rhink fic #Out of Bounds fic #part 4 #smut #cw: panic attack #cw: internalized homophobia #emotional hurt/comfort

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badbhye · 5 years

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fuck buddy! jungkook

Warning: this is literally like 1.5k words of pure smut. I have no excuse so read with caution.

“No kissing, Jeon,” you say moving your face away so his lips barely graze your cheek.

“You’re letting me fuck you in a closet but you won’t let me kiss you?” he raises an eyebrow, moving to your neck instead and suckling on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. You whine a little, grinding your hips on his thigh to ease the need for friction.

“You’re not my boyfriend, Jeon,” you say, as his hands dig into the flesh of your thigh, skirt raised so high you’re practically naked from the waist down.

“Can you at least call me Jungkook, I really don’t want to hear my dad’s name when I’m fucking you into next week,” he says, before pulling your panties aside and continues to barely graze your entrance.

“God, you’re so annoying,” you spit but move your hips in hopes to feel more of his fingers.

“A-ah, don’t even try it,” he pulls away from you, “I won’t touch you until you call me by my name.”

“Is this your way of teasing me? Because it won’t work, Jungkook,” you deadpan and he laughs hard enough that he has to lean his head back, exposing his neck to you. At this, you take action, because clearly, he wasn’t capable of a quick fuck. You had things to do today.

“Listen, we don’t have a lot of time,” you say, unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall down to his knees, “I need to be out of here in the next ten minutes, I don’t need everyone to know what I’m doing here.”

“Relax, would you?” he responds, hand slowly reaching for your waist so you’re leaning against the wall once more, “everyone already knows what you’re doing, why else would you come to the frat house?”

“I’ve been here before, for your information,” you bite, inhaling sharply when you feel him finally insert a finger in you, “Namjoon, unfortunately, lives here too.”

“Uhuh,” Jungkook says, it’s obvious he isn’t really listening to you, he adds another finger and you suddenly don’t even care that he doesn’t buy your stupid excuse, and frankly you don’t even remember why you were making it in the first place. You’re fucking Jeon Jungkook in a closet for god’s sake.

“Let me eat you out,” he rasps, groaning a little when you clench on his fingers.

“W-what,” you say, a little breathless from his ministrations.

He gets down on his knees, spreading your legs further and further apart. “Can I?” he asks, eyes wide, as he looks up patiently awaiting your answer. Your immediate response would have been no, but when you see him on his knees, almost begging, it stirs something within you and you just nod in response. He immediately hooks your leg on his shoulder and dives in. You have to bite your lip to hold back the surprised moan that threatens to break out. “F-fuck, Jungkook, you really just go all out don’t you,” you pant, hands finding purchase in his hair. He just hums in response, tongue teasing your entrance and you hold yourself back from just straight out grinding on his face, you might be hooking up with Jungkook in a closet but you still had some of your dignity left.

“Fuuuck, your pussy is a straight up delicacy,” Jungkook moans, then aims at your clit. Your hips jump and you immediately press yourself harder on his tongue.

“Ugh, why do you - fuck - make everything sound so gross,” you bite back, words punctuated by short grunts.

He ignores you and instead adds his fingers to the mix, and immediately plunges two inside of you. You gasp and the suddenness but it tapers off into a long drawn out moan when he crooks his fingers just right and taps at your g-spot. It’s like your brain is leaking out of your ears and the only words you know are fuck, yes and Jungkook. You’re so lost in the feeling that you belatedly realise that you’re harshly tugging on his hair. You soften your hold on his roots and stop pulling, thinking that he probably didn’t like it.

“Why’d you stop?” he asks immediately, looking up, but fingers still moving at the same pace. You look down at him with wide eyes, he looks so obedient with his chin and cheeks glistening and eyes wide. “Can you pull my hair again?” he asks when you fail to respond.

“Uh, yeah,” you say, strengthening your hold once he’s buried his face back between your legs. The second you pull you feel Jungkook’s entire body shudder and he groans against your folds.

“Fuck,” you can’t help but grind your hips with his movements, “I’m gonna come,” you mewl as he presses his tongue flat against your clit and just lets you grind on his face.

“Fuck- fu- Jungkook I’m cumming,” you whine and he just moans against you, letting you ride out your orgasm. You’re breathing becomes heavy as your limbs loosen around him, and he helps you stand straight. “Need a breather?” he asks, rolling on a condom.

“Just fuck me before I get bored,” you respond immediately.

“As you wish,” he chuckles and slightly lifts you up and your legs automatically wrap themselves around his waist. He teases at your entrance a bit, and every time he would reach your clit you would hiss, still sensitive from your last orgasm. “You sure?” he asks once more, and you just nod, “Just put it in already,” you whine impatiently, moving your hips in hopes of somehow putting his dick in you. He doesn’t tease you any further and enters you slowly, asking if you’re okay again once he’s maybe two inches in. At your confirmation, he enters the rest of the way and groans when he’s suddenly balls deep in you. You have to hold your breath at the feeling, even though you’d been thoroughly prepped, he still feels so full. It doesn’t hurt, it’s more like a pleasant stretch that you hadn’t felt in a while and honestly didn’t realise how much you were missing.

“Y-you can move now, Jungkook,” you nudge him, and but all he does is shudder, a groan muffled from where he sucks on your neck hard enough to leave marks. You have half a mind to stop him but the feeling of him being inside of you and the suction from his mouth just adds to the pleasure and your eyes almost roll back. He starts with a gentle pace, almost as he was testing the waters, his mouth doesn’t leave your neck, teeth gently grazing your jugular. You shiver and start rocking your hips with him. At this, he gets the hint and begins moving at a faster, stronger pace.

“O-oh my god, Jungkook,” you shamelessly whine, “faster, fuck me faster!”

He complies without complaint, and all you can hear are his shallow breaths and soft moans. You want to bite your lip to stop your own noises just so you can focus on him. You never thought you’d find this so sexy but his moans are the one thing that pushes you towards the edge. Your whining gets more incessant and when Jungkook pinches at your nipple you physically feel time stop for a second before an intense wave of pleasure courses through you. The orgasm is so strong you have to stop breathing until it rides out. Jungkook continues to thrust in, and at the flutter of your walls, he comes after you. He stays buried inside you, until your walls stop clenching on his dick, his fingers trailing patterns on your inner thighs, making you shiver.

He pulls out and helps you stand up straight, helping you find your balance when you stumble a little because your legs are still shaking.

“God, that was amazing,” he says, taking off the condom and tossing it aside.

“Don’t you share this closet with your housemates,” you sneer at him in disgust as he pulls up his pants.

“They never throw theirs out, why should I?” he shrugs and you immediately shove him aside, not wanting to spend any more time in his presence.

“God you disgust me,” you say, hastily fixing yourself up and making your way out the door so you can quickly sneak out. The coast is mostly clear, you can hear someone in the kitchen downstairs but you don’t care since it’s not on your way out anyway. You’re almost out the door when you hear, “Same time on Friday, right?”

You flinch and turn back to find an amused Jungkook at the top of the stairs. Immediately after that, Namjoon exits the kitchen and pauses when he sees you, “Oh hey ____, I didn’t know you were coming over today.”

You’re mortified and feel utterly defeated. You want to grab the nearest gross boy sneaker and fling it at Jungkook’s head but instead, you pin him with a glare to match his smirking face. It’s silent for a few seconds, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“I’ll text you,” you say after a pause, turning to Namjoon, your expression changes slightly, “See you later, Joon!” and you immediately depart, shutting the door loudly behind you.

A/N: ummmmmm so yeah this happened. tell me ur thoughts n send me some prompts pls !!!

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook x you #jungkook scenario #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook #bts smut #bts fanfiction #bts scenario #bts

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