#I GOT EVERYTHING BUT THE FUCKING WATERMELON.......
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⭒ head (f. receiving), club, mention of alcohol, afab!reader, strangers, suggestive content mdni!
⭒ c's note: i apologize for not continuing lover boy or enemies to lovers, i haven't had the creativity to continue the stories :( take this drabble as my apology
⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @fertilizedtoesw @kwiwin @jaylaxies @americanojake
reblogs help me a lot and are very much appreciated!
you frowned when the waiter placed a drink in front of you. to be completely honest, you didnt feel like drinking at all, going to the club to simply keep your mind off your hectic life. when he saw your confused expression, he pointed to a guy sitting a few seats away from you, saying it was on him.
it took the stranger some time to approach you, noticing you hadn’t touched your drink at all. “i don’t blame you,” he spoke, taking the empty chair next to you. “it’s a harsh world. i wouldn’t trust a random drink either.”
you laughed slightly, still playing with the straw that came with the cup. "why bother, then?" "it was worth a shot."
he had introduced himself as heeseung. he said he was there because his friends had dragged him along but had left him alone for some hookups. he was a nice guy and incredibly handsome. the black button-down that he was wearing made his jaw look sharper and also helped the lights to glow on his face.
he caught you staring as you both talked, but he wouldn't admit it. in fact, he liked it when you lost your senses while staring right at his lips and apologizing for not hearing what he was saying. he knew he was handsome.
he had to admit you were quite stunning yourself. the dress you were wearing only added to your beautiful appearance. he was a gentleman about it, sneaking compliments here and there. if you were completely honest, the nice words were boosting your ego.
"say, heeseung, your friends are here to hook up, but i don't see you trying to find someone."
"oh, i did. it's up to her if she want to hook up or not."
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and that's how you ended up guiding heeseung and his car to your house. it took him five seconds to have your back against the wall as he stared you down with hungry eyes.
you were fast to grab the collar of his shirt, pulling his lips to yours to close the gap. he tasted like gum mixed with alcohol. your lips, on the other hand, tasted like the watermelon lip gloss you were wearing.
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everything got heated in a matter of minutes. you had dragged heeseung to your room, where he invited you to sit on his face. he was pretty straight forward, which made you blush furiously, but it made him giggle.
"put all your weight down."
"what if i suffocate you?"
heeseung grabbed your thighs and pushed them down, forcing you to sit directly on his face. one of your hands went directly to the headboard of your bed for support as the other pulled on heeseung's hair.
he was experienced, tongue moving deliciously around every corner of your core, tasting all of you. his strong arms rocked your hips back and forth, making your clit hit his nose. you were in heaven.
the way he was licking your folds had you seeing stars already, but the way he was moving was quite familiar. You realized every lick was tracing something, like a letter.
H E E S E U N G, he spelled.
it drove you crazy thinking how he was somehow marking his name on you. you rocked your hips faster along his face, feeling the knot on your stomach tighten. heeseung noticed you were close by the way your walls clenched around his tongue fucking you.
his right hand reached your clit, rubbing fast circles. your thighs closed on his head, almost suffocating him. you tried to get up, but his arms were holding you still. you started to doubt if heeseung was even breathing at this point.
every thought was long gone when you reached your orgasm, letting your juices free all over his face. it was then when heeseung loosened his grip on your thighs and you were able to get off him, plopping right next to his body.
"already tired? baby, im not even done yet."
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#— ✿ c's work!#enhypen#engene#enhypen smut#kpop#kpop smut#hard hours#enhypen hard hours#enhypen heeseung#lee heeseung#heeseung smut#lee heeseung smut#enhypen heeseung hard hours#enhypen heeseung smut
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Of i have to read the word 'dandori' one more fucking time-
#I GOT EVERYTHING BUT THE FUCKING WATERMELON.......#and the two enemies that die incorrectly if you freeze them. why.#that part is bullshit btw like HOW AM I EVEN SUPPOSED TO KILL THEM WITHOUT FREEZING THEM WHEN I MOSTLY HAVE ICE PIKMIN?????#:) i am having fun playing pikmin 4 and definitely not getting infurated at things <- is lying#at this point i have to finish tho. and the main game is fun but these stupid fucking challenges.#*new creative post tag here*#bad news i'm probably going to have to read it so many more times btw. forgot to mention that#at this point i just imagine my little player character guy(gender neutral) being like. actually i cant describe it without :madoomed:#when they find olimar they are going to slam dunk him into the spaceship despite being the same size then quit their job i think. yeah.
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Hello minecraft playing friends, mutuals and awkward acquaintances. How do we feel about a multiplayer creative mc server?
#wacky watermelons#mostly just gauging interest. no rp just chill. im mediocre at building and worse at redstone so everyone is welcome#if youre busy/not into it thats cool#i just want to see if anyone's interested#i miss creative plots servers lol. hypixel creative is where i spent 90% of my time#until i got fucking banned for having a shit connection#maybe a little rp. but nothing big. i swear nothing big. i will do everything in my power for it just to be silly little stuff
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The brothers and the Human Realm
a/n: so ik ‘jealous much’ won the poll but it’s still not done yet so have this instead!
context: a part of me still finds lessons 40-43 funny because the brothers have never really been to the human world that much, and they don’t really know how certain things work. Take the slow cooker and ice cream truck for example. So these are little headcanons I have for when all of y’all are together in the beginning of their stay in the human realm.
enjoy <3 , also these are in no specific order
you all are hopeless…
Solomon and MC would so fuck with the brothers while being in the human realm.
For example they’d take Lucifer to the shadiest mexican restaurant possible then after they finished eating they would tell the waiters it was Lucifer’s birthday and watch the Avatar of Pride sit there with a big ass sombrero on his head as they sang happy birthday to him.
MC later took a picture and sent it to Diavolo who then made it his lock screen.
Satan and Belphie tried to electrocute Lucifer by throwing a toaster in the bathroom while he was in the middle of a shower. This happened after the fact you told them not to put water on the toaster because it could electrocute someone. 
Beel ate an entire bottle of ibuprofen liquid gels because he thought they were hard gummies.
Beel also ate the food and cake shaped wax candle melts you had bought for Asmo as a gift
Beel lastly ate your whole brand new container of melatonin and it knocked him out for 15 hours straight. Needless to say Lucifer was very concerned for his wellbeing, and Belphie soon questioned if you had anymore.
Belphie and his brothers were never taught stranger danger, because who in their right mind would be a danger to them in the Devildom?
So after you had explained to him what an ice cream truck was he vowed to go to one with you.
However when a creepy old man in a white van offers him candy he believes it to be the same as the ice cream truck so he gets in the van.
When the brothers relay this information to you, you begin to lose your shit explaining how that was not in fact an ice cream truck he got into but instead a kidnapper van.
The brothers don’t know how to eat certain human world foods.
Such as a banana, watermelon, mango, pineapple, kiwi, avocado, cherry, dragon fruit, papaya, onion, etc.
So when you first buy one from the grocery store and leave it out before cutting it they automatically think it’s some weird shaped human food and bite into it eating the skin or seeds and all.
After they tell you about the weird but delicious taste of it you ask if they cut it or spit out the seeds before eating it, and when they reply with a puzzled look and a no your heart drops.
Thank god they’re demons. You then proceed to buy the same thing again this time cutting it up in front of them so they know what parts to eat of certain things.
Expanding on the cherry part, did y’all’s parents ever tell you not to swallow watermelon or cherry seeds because if you did a cherry tree or whole watermelon would then grow in your stomach??
I know mine and some of my friends parents would tell us that when I was younger to make sure we didn’t swallow any seeds.
If they didn’t then oh well, anyway…
Continuing with Solomon being an ass, he would so tell something like that to the brothers. If he happened to see Beel swallow a cherry whole he would then proceeded to tell Lucifer not to let him do that.
And when the oldest asks why Solomon would then go onto explain that if he swallows cherry pit then a cherry tree will then grow inside his stomach.
Of course this freaked out Lucifer so for the next hour he tried getting Beel to spit out all the cherries he ate.
You would have to organize their fridge and pantry in the new house because they don’t know which human world foods need to be refrigerated or not.
After you arrive at the house you spent a good three hours explaining to them not everything can go in the pantry because some of it will spoil after you open it.
Then you proceed to gag when you pulled out an expired chunky milk container from the pantry.
They find the concept of drive thru or fast food places astonishing. The fact that you can just order wait in a line for a few minutes in your car then get your food is crazy. They do however all panic though when you get to the front and they don’t know what to order off the menu.
Car washes are also something they found themselves favoring. You would turn up the music as you slowly pulled in and joked by telling the brothers you were going on a ride of sorts.
Which in turn shocked you when they did believed you as the car wash stared. Each of them were staring out the windows with starry eyes as different colors of soap were thrown on your car.
You laughed to yourself as they all admired the way the soap blended together, Asmo and Mammon found themselves taking pictures of the whole thing. While Belphie was telling Beel how this looked like a starry sky.
And Levi went on to tell Satan how this reminded him of an anime scene. Lucifer also found himself sitting quietly in the passenger seat enjoying it too. (Lucifer is a certified passenger princess, fight me on that)
Each brother questioned you on how this was possible and you replied with smile. After the car wash was over and you drove through the dryers they all asked if you could do that again, to which you replied smiling “maybe some other time”.
Lucifer watered the fake succulents and plants you put around the house for two weeks straight until you said something.
They love watching true crime documentary’s to the point you’d have to physically pull them away from the tv.
It happened one afternoon while a few of them were relaxing in the living room and you were looking for a channel to watch.
Deciding there was nothing interesting on you put on an old true crime documentary and began watching it. As the brothers heard the story of the crime from the tv they each became immersed in it.
Telling you things such as “how could humans do that to each other?” or “wow humans are more brutal than we thought” or even adding in their own comments on how they could have made the crime worse.
It became a guessing game between all of them to figure out who killed who during each episode you watched.
Much to everyone dismayed Satan was the one who won every time.
Meanwhile while they were all immersed in the tv you noticed Lucifer standing behind you, arms crossed also watching tv. You told him to sit down and watch with all of you but he denied, claiming he wasn’t really interested in stuff like this anyway.
Yet he never moved from that same spot each episode.
Each of the brothers have made something explode in the microwave.
Lucifer stained it red when he went to reheat pasta, but he put it in for to long and it exploded. Mammon overfilled his ramen thus causing it to leak then explode.
Satan and Levi also happened to be reheating takeout at the same time, but both of the containers were styrofoam and exploded. Levi got annoyed and Satan threw the microwave at Lucifer.
Asmo put some skincare product in there because he found something online about a certain hack, and it exploded causing the microwave to smell like burnt strawberries.
Beel put too much food in the microwave causing it to all melt together then explode.
Belphie put a coffee in there to reheat and it exploded, but he was too lazy to clean it up so he just left it. Lucifer was then next to use the microwave and got coffee all over him.
You made all seven of them watch the entire twilight series as a joke but ironically they all actually enjoyed it.
Satan even went out and bought the books, and finished all of them in about 2 hours
Bonus
Solomon distracted Diavolo for 3 hours straight by making him watch 5 minute craft videos.
Diavolo then proceeded to break things to try these said crafts which caused Barbatos to have a meltdown.
Barbatos destroyed an entire sidewalk because he saw two rats run across it into the sewer.
#obey me#obey me shall we date#omswd#omswd headcanons#demon brothers#obey me luficer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphie#obey me solomon#obey me mc#obey me headcanons#obey me human realm
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I've seen a fair number of people interpret Rebecca Sugar's (and the Crew's) decision to put Ruby in a dress as subversive, and I want to discuss why that feels like a clear miss to me.
Every time--every single time--I've heard Rebecca Sugar talk about the queer relationships on this show, it comes with this expression of wholesomeness, and often glazed with a sheen of wistfulness, flavored something like "I needed this as a child and young person, and I didn't have it." Much of Rebecca Sugar's work to bring this wedding (and other unapologetic queer relationships) to the screen was framed as an emergency--as in, we HAVE to get this out there for those kids we used to be, because we know they're drowning.
Yes, it's funny sometimes when people make jokes about Sugar deliberately "adding more gay" or "making it gayer" as a big eff-you to the people who spoke against it, but that doesn't sit right from where I'm standing. It took so much strength (and resulted in so much battle damage) to fight that fight, yes. But from everything I can see from the interviews and conversations I've seen and read, this wasn't served up in a "ha-HA, take THAT!" kind of way. These characters having these kinds of relationships should have been a non-issue, and the fact that their very wholesome kids'-show wedding and very sweet kiss and very adorable love for each other was seen as Political when it should have been just two characters in love is so sad to me.
I've seen dozens of people suggest that Ruby is in a dress and Sapphire is in a suit "to fuck with the bigoted censors in other countries" or "to give the finger to gender roles," but again, I think it is simpler and sweeter than that. Rebecca's said that Ruby in a dress is how she feels in a dress. Celebration and exploration of feminine-coded stuff felt wrong to Rebecca for a long time, like it wasn't hers, because she wasn't really a woman and didn't want it forced on her. As a result she was robbed of all the beauty that should have been a non-issue, from what TV shows and toys she was supposed to enjoy as a kid to what kind of person she was supposed to marry and what she should wear as an adult.
Ruby never got a choice about how she looked really. Once she got to choose her presentation for a significant event, this is what she chose. It means so much more to see that than to construct it primarily as a reactionary measure, as if it would somehow foil the sinister censors in more homophobic countries (who, incidentally, are not therefore forced to show Ruby in a dress even though they tried to hide that Ruby was a "she" or that she was in a romantic relationship with another "she"; y'all, they just don't show the episode).
We see plenty of other examples of gender-role-related expectations being casually stepped on and squashed, like when they took the trouble to give traditionally masculine and traditionally feminine "clothes" to some watermelons to make the audience think there was a husband and wife watermelon only to have the wife be the warrior and the husband stay home with the child. With stuff like that, yeah, sure, maybe it's designed to make you think "oh isn't that very feminist of them!" Or maybe it's more "well why do I see this as a 'reversal' when it's just a thing that happened?" This show is full of ladyish beings who fight and have power. And as for Steven. . . .
Nobody has negative reactions onscreen (or even particularly confused reactions) when Steven wears traditionally feminine clothes, and it is (of course) also not presented as a "boy in a dress gag"--it's not supposed to be funny. When they go all in slathering Steven in literal princess tropes throughout the final act of Season 5, we understand that it's because the powerful Diamonds expect him to be Pink Diamond, not because the show is trying to girlify him or embarrass him or even make the audience think positive thoughts about boys in girls' clothes. It's more neutral than that in my interpretation: "these are literally just pieces of cloth, and while some of them have meaning, they don't inherently have a gender." I don't see this as transgressive. It's just in a world where putting on what you want to wear doesn't HAVE to be a political statement. (Though obviously it CAN be, and plenty of people wear a variety of clothes as a fuck-you to whoever they want to give the finger to. I just don't see that as happening here.)
Don't get me wrong; Rebecca Sugar certainly knew about the politics (intimately) and has lived at many of their intersections. She was not ignorant of how queer people are seen in this world. She was silenced as a bisexual person because her identity supposedly didn't matter if she was with a man and planned to be with that same man forever. She was shunted into "omg a woman did this!" categories over and over again, which she wore uneasily as a nonbinary person while accepting that part of who we are is how the world sees us. But what is it like if everything someone like her embraces is seen as a statement synonymous with "fuck you" to someone else?
She is married to a person who happens to be a man and happens to be Black. Her relationship isn't a "statement" about either of those aspects of his existence; her love is simply something that is. She is Jewish working in a society that's largely Christian. Her cultural perspective to NOT center her cartoon around Christian holidays and Christian morals; her choices to make an alternate world in this specific way is simply something that is. Her queer perspective as a nonbinary bisexual person has helped inform the Gems' radical philosophy of "what if we learned to explore and define ourselves instead of doing the 'jobs' we're assigned and being told it's our nature?" Her decision to include queer people in a broadly queer cartoon isn't designed PRIMARILY as a battle against baddies, or to drown out all the relentless straightness, or to deliciously get our queer little paws all over their kids' TV. It's an act of love.
So this is just to say that though I DO understand that sometimes subversion and intentional transgression are very necessary, I do not think that's the HEART of what's going on at this Gem wedding. We got a wholesome marriage scene between two of the most lovely little flawed-but-still-somehow-perfect characters, and I very much want to see their choices as being about them. About how Ruby feels in a dress. About how Sapphire feels about not having to always wear a dress. About them incorporating a symbol of their union into their separate lives so they can have some independence in their togetherness. About them celebrating their love by letting Steven wipe his schmaltz all over them.
There are many choices in the show that ARE carefully constructed to counter existing narratives, you know, giving the Crystal Gems' only boy all the healing, pink, flower imagery; having a single-sex species that's ladyish with all the members going by "she"; featuring many nurturing male characters who cry and cook and raise kids without mothers; pairing multiple fighty ladies with gentler guys; and importantly, intentionally loading up the show with stories, characters, and imagery any gender will find appealing despite being tasked with expectations to pander to the preteen boy demographic.
But it's very important to me that the inclusion of queer characters and the featuring of their choices be seen primarily as a loving act, and way way less of a "lol screw the bigots." I want our stories to be about us. Yes, I know it's a necessary evil that sometimes our stories are also about fighting Them. But every time I see someone say they put Ruby in the dress to "piss off the homophobes" or "stump the censors" I feel a little gross. Like the time I picked out an outfit I loved and my mom said I only dressed in such an obnoxious way to upset her, and I was baffled because my aesthetic choices, my opinions, my choices had nothing to do with her. Yet they were framed like I chose these clothes primarily to cause some kind of petty harm to her, when not only was it not true but I was not even that kind of person who would gloat over intentionally irritating someone.
The queerness of this show isn't a sneaky, underhanded act trying above all to upset a bigot or celebrate someone's homophobic fury. It lives for itself. Its existence is about itself. It's so we can see ourselves in a show, and it's so people who aren't queer or don't have those experiences can see that we exist, we participate, we want very similar things, and definitely are focusing way more about celebrating our love at our own weddings rather than relishing the thought of bigots tearing their hair out and hating us.
It's dangerous to turn every act of our love into a deliberate movement in a battle strategy when their weddings just get to be weddings.
I think there’s this idea that that [queer characters] is something that applies or should be only discussed with adults that is completely wrong. And I think when you realize that talking to kids about heteronormativity is just like air that you breathe all the time, it’s kind of amazing that that is not true in any other capacity.
I think if you wait to tell kids, to tell queer youth that it matters how they feel or that they are even a person, then it’s going to be too late! You have to talk about it—you have to let it be what it gets to be for everyone. I mean, like, I think about, a lot of times I think about sort of fairy tales and Disney movies and the way that love is something that is ALWAYS discussed with children.
And I think also there’s this idea that’s like, oh, we should represent, you know, queer characters that are adults, because there are adults that are queer, and you should know that’s something that is happening in the adult world, but that’s not how those films or those stories are told to children. You’re told that YOU should dream about love, about this fulfilling love that YOU’RE going to have. […]
The Prince and Snow White are not like someone’s PARENTS. They’re something you want to be, that you are sort of dreaming of a future where you will find happiness.
Why shouldn’t everyone have that? It’s really absurd to think that everyone shouldn’t get to have that!
--Rebecca Sugar
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previous poll won fic: watermelon sugar ( jake )
TEASER!!!
GOT MY EYES ON YOU (revamp) · heeseung
strangers to lovers classical trope, college au, popular frat guy with quiet girl trope, quite literally only has eyes for his girl, loves to make her heart race tropes kinda thing. lotss of fluff, smut, some sprinkles of angst and a happy ending. typical popular frat & basketball captain!heeseung with his shy and inexperienced!angel. the always chased after guy chasing someone for the first time. the 'fuck i didn't know i got the hots for someone like that' trope. my writing was not that good then so will be heavily revamping this series into a oneshot(new scenes) with probably the third installment included. like 15k word vomit probably??
DADDY ISSUES: MY LITTLE GIRL (revamp) · jay
neighbour to lovers, age gap (like 7 years), romance, smut, comfort angst, fluff, happy ending, doctor(might change that)!jay with his doll!girl, heavy on daddy issues and dark topics alike. jay literally always at his girl's beck and call, he cares about you a lottttt trope. the "i know you can do it, but let me do it for you" trope. did i mention it starts with jay babysitting you? kinda ddlg concept idk? he's like your pillar, comfort person and just everything you have ever needed. practically your dream man come to life. first part was 16k so will include the next part and make it a oneshot but if it gets like 25k-30k then i'll probably do it in two parts.
CALL ME DESTINY (new) · jake
an online to offline love au, loosely based off of the cdrama love o2o, college setting, smut, literally tooth rooting fluff and crack, angst... what's that? dumb x dumber couple with their fed up friends, slight misunderstandings and miscommunications but it's just full of crack no hard feelings. flirty nerd!jake with his online game mentor!crush. know each other online and offline but don't know it's the same person. the 'im crazy about her but i don't have the guts to tell her' trope. they're just so over each and everyone can see it but them, about 30-40% done. hmm i got no idea how long it'll be maybe 10k or more not sure.
#☆ ! polls#enhypen imagines#enhypen smut#enhypen fluff#enhypen oneshots#enhypen heeseung imagines#enhypen heeseung smut#enhypen jay imagines#enhypen jay smut#enhypen jake imagines#enhypen jake smut
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Dating Namjoon headcanons
Warnings: swearing, suggestive, teeny bit of angst
A/N: I realized that I hadn't written anything for Joon in a hot minute, so let's change that, shall we?
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Dating Namjoon feels like one of those early 2000s romance movies.
Utterly frustrating but soo worth it.
He talks a lot of hype in his songs, but I think when he first meets someone he's really into, he's a fucking mess.
Like it's Joon, but it's Joon, you know what I mean?
Red ears, stumbling over his words(and feet), getting flustered every other sentence.
Probably walked into a wall while distracted talking to you.
Don't get me wrong tho, once he gets the butterflies to chill and gets comfortable, the rizz is BACK and in full force.
Big on eye contact
Stares at you with absolute heart eyes(if you've seen that clip of him watching Hobi from Bon Voyage, you know what I'm talking about)
But can flip the switch in the blink of an eye, and be looking at you like he's gonna eat you alive(we love a duality king)
Simp Romantic. Will randomly bring you flowers just cause he was thinking about you(but he's always thinking about you, so why was today any different?)
Writes soo many songs/lyrics about you, but rarely tells you about them directly. He just asks if you wanna hear something he's been working on, and then sits back and watches your faves as you catch the hidden meanings and references. At the end, he's just sitting there, grinning, asking "You like it?"
(Like, yes, I like it you fucking dork!)
Always remember important dates like birthdays and anniversaries( first date, first kiss, everything)
Museum and bookstore dates are a given.
Buying/sharing books with you is probably one his favorite forms of intellectual intimacy, because, for him, each one is a glimpse into your mind.
If you mention one of your favorite titles and he hasn't read it, he's gonna find it asap.
Would try to get you to workout with him and be gym buddies.(I don't know if I like or hate that idea tho?)
Random texts at 1am asking if you're up and wanna hang out?(may or may not be outside your place already, cause he's over-eager and forgot to text earlier)
Endless, late night talks about everything from music to the meaning of life to what jelly bean flavor is superior(it's watermelon)
Also random trips together. Could be to the beach, could be to Sweden, who knows? You bring out his spontaneity and are one of the only people who can get him to take a vacation anyway.
He is a workaholic though, so you have to look out for him sometimes, make sure he eats, sleeps, touches grass, etc.
You probably bicker and butt heads a lot, but y'all make sure it never gets out of hand and try to find a solution.
(Lowkey possessive, but won't admit it)
Not a fan of pda, but he *clings*.
He tries to be subtle about it, but fails because it's like there's a gravitational pull between the two of you from the way he's constantly within arm's reach wherever you are.
Same goes for when you're alone. He's not technically cuddling you, but he always somehow ends up pressed to your side or back, or has a hand on you in some way.
Another member of the 'Protective Squad'. Like, if anyone so much as looks in your direction the wrong way, he's got the death glare locked on them.
Pretty classic when it comes to nicknames for you. Things like 'honey', 'baby', 'jagi'. Adds 'my' in front of any of them when he's in the mood to fluster you.
Which reminds me, he is the BIGGEST FUCKING TEASE ISTG.
He knows exactly what riles you up, and then just gives you these soft, sweet little kisses like you're not about to combust. Has the nerve to then smirk and call you needy(I wanna fight him)
Finds the most random things you do attractive. The way you read. The way you make your coffee. The weird little face you make when your flipping through Netflix.
Although he seems a bit cautious, I actually think a relationship with him might move pretty fast. Like, he's fighting back from asking you to move in with him after five or six months type of fast.
Lives for domesticity with you.
Quiet, sleepy mornings together. Messy hair and glasses over tired eyes, resting against your shoulder as he brings you coffee while you cook breakfast.
I know he said he's not sure abt kids anymore, but I do see him possibly getting a pet with you to 'round out the household'. Something quiet and low maintenance though, like a couple hermit crabs.(would probably name one after a favorite artist/author and then name the other smth random like 'blue')
Again, I don't know how to end these. Just love him, please.
#namjoon scenario#namjoon fluff#namjoon#namjoon scenarios#namjoon headcanons#namjoon x y/n#namjoon x reader#bts scenarios#bts fluff#bts reaction#bts reactions#bts headcanons#bts x y/n#bts x reader#7ndipity
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A NEW BEGINNING
Summary: Ellie always had commitment issues, even you knew this but you never wanted to admit it because she was so good at keeping you around...
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), drug usage (marijuana and alcohol), mentions of cheating, swearing, TOXIC!ELLIE, Ellie has dacryphilla, situationships, lying, addiction problems (alcohol, drugs such as: Weed, reader!), HELLA manipulation and love bombing, v!rginity loss, in later chapters Self harm (reader)
R/N: This series is not for the soft hearted, if you can't handle a bit of toxicity, manipulation, cheating and slight rough sex but reader is fine with it! then don't read this xx ALSO LET ME COOK PLEASE!
Genre: angst, smut, drama, some fluff.
Tag list: @snowy-vee @vqxen @ellslvr @bready101 @bbgbbgbbb @elliesofficeslvt @p4ison1vy @dynsdiary @arson4kids and @we-loveebony @melanie-watermelon
You and Ellie had broken up around a year ago, because you had "problems"...
First it started with you got high too much, then it was because of self-harm, that you promised you'd stop doing, you knew that was a lie and she knew it it.
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March 17th 2023
Being with Ellie made you happy, she was happy as well, you both started to get much closer in the relationship, having sleepovers, cuddling and kissing.. you trusted Ellie with your life, yet, you were so innocent- you hadn't had sex and you were in college, Ellie knew you were insecure of this but never made fun of you.
You eventually started to come to lectures stoned and out of it (not in a learning headspace) and this pissed Ellie off , she started to distance herself and not talk as much. First it was her not texting as much, then she started to avoid you during lectures, at parties, with Jay or Dina and it really hurt you, so you decided to sit her down and try to talk it through-
"Ellie, I promise you I'll stop" you were sitting down on your bed nearly in tears "that's- that's what you fucking said last time dude" there's a long pause "what the fucks changed? Absolutely fucking nothing, you're - you can't keep fucking up and expecting people to want to help you." Tearing up in front of Ellie you've never done and you felt embarrassed, she wasn't even comforting you, you knew you were in the wrong but it still hurt deep down-
"I think we need a break" your voice cracked, the hoodie pulled over your fingers and attached to your mouth as you cried. Ellie didn't say anything, she nodded and got up and left- that was one of the hardest nights for you, you loved Ellie so much and it felt like she left without wanting you, it felt like everything you both together was worthless- all the dates, cuddles, kisses, watching movies, etc. they all felt like the meant nothing to Ellie but to you- they meant the world and she just got up and left without a word.
It was 12.03AM, you were laying in bed with two empty wine bottles- you were on call with your best friend Jay, an absolute sobbing mess over Ellie.
"go to bed hon, it's 12am and you honestly sound like you need sleep" your sobbing didn't stop, they got worse by anything- "I really loved her" wiping your tears away , still sniffling and this was definitely the worst you've been in a while.
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You were woken up by a very happy Sophie, banging on your door on a god awful hour (10am) bringing you coffee, you hadn't told her yet and man was she in for the ride soon.
You groan loudly, walking to the door- you looked like shit, literal shit. Your hair was messy, you looked hungover you definitely felt hungover, opening the door Sophie looks like she's about to shit herself from laughing, she realized you weren't laughing with her so she stopped. "Girl you look like shit" you hum in response "I feel it too" quickly moving to the bathroom to puke, Sophie put the coffees down and held your hair back as you puked. After puking a few times you go and sit down and drink the coffee Sophie brought you.
"lemme get this straight. You and her broke up because 'you got high too often?'" Sophie air quotes "doesn't she sell weed?"
"yeah but like .. I don't know, it was weird man"
"Well, what are you going to do then?" she questions, to which you shrug. "Probably not drink ever again because this... Isn't fun"
"that's what you said last time you got drunk" Sophie says with a smirk. "Get out!" I laugh, shoving her shoulder.
For weeks you attempted to stay inside of your dorm, trying to avoid Ellie until you got an email from your professor saying if you missed anymore classes you could get kicked out and that you were falling behind badly.
"get up!" Jay, one of your best friends says attempting to get you from your bedsheets. "Nooooo" you yell out, holding onto the sheets. It was obvious you hadn't showered in days- the faint smell of weed in your dorm. "you smell like shit, if you don't get up I'll get Ellie"
"Fuck, okay!" you say, getting up and looking at Jay, she doesn't look happy. I mean, to be fair you didn't leave your dorm for almost two weeks, and only leaving to get food and water that you ordered from uber-eats. "Get dressed, we are going to a party" you groan, flipping your head backwards at almost neck break speed. "And fucking shower!"
You knew there was no getting around this, so you decide to just suck it up, getting into the shower for the first time in a few days was a new experience for you, you never were unhygienic and besides from that one camping trip from when you were like 11, you've showered every day or every second day.
Checking your phone, you stupidly click on Ellies story to see a girl you don't know- they weren't kissing or anything but she was sitting on Ellies lap, obviously you were going to get jealous, how the fuck did she move on so quickly?
"look at you!" Jay says as you leave the bathroom and takes your bedsheets off to put them in the washing machine. "dude" she says as she picks up a vibrator on your bed you forgot about- you wanted to break down, that was the one Ellie had brought you.
You do a sly smile to which she puts it down carefully, as if it had like a fucking disease on it.
"you got to get over her dude, she isn't worth it" Jay says, you sigh and roll your eyes. "Don't give me that shit, I never liked her- but I'm friends with Dina and Jesse and my friendship would've been on the line too"
"you know what I think you should do?"
"what?" You say, staring at her with no interest in what she's saying.
"go outside for a bit, maybe y'know, get some fucking vitamin D from the fucking sun- not in here smoking weed and I'll assume fucking yourself all day" you stare at her in disbelief of what she had just said.
"i have not been!" You retaliate, "then why is it here? If I didn't come by you probably would've kept up this fucked up behaviour, c'mon dude lemme just take you to get a coffee or something"
"what time is the party tonight?" You say, checking your phone. 5.15PM
"9 o'clock, please.. babe, for me, Jesse and Dina, just come. I'll make sure no one annoys you." Jay pleads, moving closer to give you a hug.
"fine..."
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The party was pretty boring, you sat there with your drink avoiding everyone around you- you never really liked hanging out with anyone besides your friends.
You rarely pay attention at parties, you proved that when you didn't see Ellie sitting next to you.
"sup" she says, making you flinch. "Jesus. Ellie you can't be scaring me like that! Fuck"
She chuckles, "haven't seen you around a lot, you okay?"
"I'm fine Ellie, what do you want?"
"come with me?" She holds out her hand and you take it, she's pushing her way through the crowd and takes you outside, before she can even speak you jump in. "I'm sorry"
She looks at you trying to think of what to say next "it's okay, I should be apologizing for how I... Y'know, treated you, it wasn't okay" you nod at her, trying to clear the tension in the air. "come to mine?" She says, so that's how your night changed from being at a party to sitting on Ellie's couch smoking weed at Joel's place.
Ellie's eyes were blood shot, and you were giggling at her as she tells a funny joke, after a while you snuggle up to her as she massages your scalp "so pretty" she mumbles, pulling some of your hair behind your ear.
You clear your throat as you notice how close Ellie has gotten to you, the tension was too much and you needed to break it- you lift your head up slowly to kiss her, her lips as soft as they always are and she moves her body around so you're straddling her hips.
Her kisses become more eager by the second, that is until Ellie's phone rings.
"hold up" she says, grabbing her phone, luckily it's just Dina.
You stay on her as she looks up at you, biting her lip as you slowly grind on her. She mumbles a small 'fuck' as you speed up trying to ease the feeling between your legs- fuck weed you thought.
"yeah, yeah. She's with me" Ellie says "yeah, I'll call you later" she hangs up the phone quickly, placing her hands on your hips.
"care to unblock me?" She smiles at you and you nod "of course" you grab out your phone and unlock it, going into your Instagram and unblocking her.
Little did you know this was the beginning of something you had never encountered before...
a/n: I am so fucking sorry it's taken me this long and it's this fucking short but writers block/school is kicking me right in the ass right now and this is the best I could come up with right now- Thank you to @allmyfavoritecolours (one of my bsf) for helping me through shit and my beloved JayJay :)
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I bet Miguel can cook REALLY well.
Like CRAZY WELL.
Being a dad he did have to come up with something to eat for dinner every night
And with Gabriella being a bit picky, sometimes he had to get creative
And some of his favorite memories are the conversations he and Gabbie had while dinner was on the stove
But even now, he loves it. Miguel finds he act of cooking so relaxing. He likes the peace and the order of it
And even if he comes in really really late from HQ - he'll still try and cook something
Fighting sleep while cooking a quesadilla on the stove
He's a Sazon loyalist SORRY ADOBO STANS
There's always tortillas, sour cream and salsa verde in his fridge - freshly made
(if you got those you can figure something out)
And he grows his own cilantro and basil on the window sill
And he'll never use powdered garlic, only fresh
Yes he can eat garlic - yes people on campus ask him that a lot
(he's hot ACTUALLY a vampire)
His seafood is TO DIE FOR
Miguel can make amazing lobster tail, or crab legs (with Old Bay and butter of course)
And his Ceviche is SO GOOD and SO FRESH
Most likely makes everything spicy. It's not even that he 'loves' spicy food - He just makes it spicy AF and acts like he doesn't notice
MEANWHILE you're next to him and it hurts to breathe
He and Hobie are bean stans.
Miguel loves them in Chilli con Carne, with rice, refried, you name it
and Hobie goes through those British blue cans of Heinz baked beans like it's nobodies business
They both think beans are underrated
Makes AMAZING MOLE and even better Tamales
But you have to BEG him for weeks on end to get him to make Tamales cause he can't be bothered - and he will make you help
He likes Avocado, like in general. On toast, with eggs, guacamole use always a staple
He'll often just eat chips and guacamole the whole day in his office and he'll get pissed if the food court is out of it.
Well look at a corn shell ground beef taco and be like 'You think that's a taco? Is that what you honestly believe?'
Loves cooking with other people - in fact Miguel actually just likes working with people in general. That's why Lyla has a personality.
He's good at guiding others during cooking and teaching them things and not bossing them around
OBSESSED LIKE CONCERNINGLY SO
With mango and Tajin
He'll put Tajin seasoning on ANYTHING - the first time Jess saw him put it on watermelon she was like 'what for????'
But he loves fruit in general, watermelon, lychee, guava. A lot of them are grown fresh in the Society gardens
Strawberries are a favorite of his. Gabriella loved strawberries on pancakes
He pronounces lychee - Leechee (not Lie-chee)
He's the fucking PRO at protein shakes and milkshakes
The man needs workout fuel and whey powder and kale and potassium and-
He's in the kitchen 5am getting ready for the gym
Making a shit ton of peanut butter strawberry banana and oats protein smoothie with coconut milk and honey to sweeten
Because he does have a sweet tooth.
Jolly Ranchers are an oral fixation
You can hear him sucking on one, the quiet clacking of it.
Or see him press it into his cheek, lost in thought
But baking and sweets are his secret love
He just doesn't have anyone to test it on anymore - so he doesn't
His flan is the best, and it was one of Gabbie's show faves
He eats parfaits pretty often, and makes them a lot for Jess (and she teases it for it)
Miguel LOVES tres leches cake, as sweet as possible. And fancy stuff like creme brulee
Don't tell anyone but he actually really likes cheesecake he acts like it's a secret
With him cooking get ready for the most sugariest breakfast ever. It's a dad thing.
Whipped cream, fruits, syrup, chocolate chips, you name it.
Sure Miguel shouldn't have been giving Gabriella THAT much sugar THAT early - but with you it's fine so enjoy the stomach ache in two hours
Another dad thing:
COOK OUT FOOD.
Him and Peter get INTENSE.
Miguel swears by charcoal grills, Peter likes propane and gas
Miguel is the tio with the best Hot dogs and relish that HITS
Peter is the burger dad who spends an insane amount of money on Angus beef
Miguel judges your hot dog toppings but says nothing
His ELOTE???? EUPHORIC
Like,,, it'll bring you to tears it's so good - I don't know how he does it
And when it comes to cooking he's ALWAYS willing to learn
He'd rather invite you over and cook you something than going out to eat
He'll learn something you like or where you're from and make something from there
Even better if you can teach him how to make something - the two of you can make it together
But his favorite part by far is setting it down at the table, trying not to seem like he's watching your reaction
And seeing your face light up at the first bite
Or even better -
Seeing you collapse into bed with a food coma
Miguel with cooking and food as a love language
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silly and weird tom hcs
a/n: the last ones got deleted for some reason so I'm making a new one!
• this mf steals your food all the time. hes always munchin on something so if you have something that looks good, he's taking it. especially if it's watermelon. he loves watermelon 🍉
• he doesn't tell anybody, but he gets his nails done. he gets pedicures and manicures and loves it so much. you found out one day when he kept going off and not telling anybody where he was going. so you followed him and saw his finger and feet soaking in water 💀
• when you walked in you were trying so hard to hold in a laugh and he was so fucking embarrassed when he saw you. you thought it was extremely ironic because he always called mani-pedis "girly"
• now you two go all the time, and you're way better at making excuses than he was.
• he got high on edibles and thought his feet weren't attached to his body anymore so he started screaming 💀
• over indulges on gushers when he's high
• you guys know those Chinese finger traps? Idk if that's what they're called but you put two fingers in them and they're like really hard to get out of. he LOVES them for some reason, he thinks they're so much fun
• he loves the snow so much, and especially loves snowball fights. it's so much fun, and he also gets to wear extra layers of clothing because of the cold
• during the winter, he gets a bunch of different kinds of hot chocolates and when anybody asks what he's drinking he swears by it that it's black coffee 💀
• he loves watching futurama and says that he strives to be bender 💀 (have yall seen the new episode? I actually really liked it, ik a lot of people said they didn't but I did.)
• gets on his knees while begging (not sexually 🤨) and will even fake cry. he's a master manipulator 💀
• when you guys go to the beach he's always asking you to come play in the water with him
• for any reason if you guys happen to be at a hospital, he goes and looks at all the little newborn babies. they're so cute and he gets all smiley just looking at them.
• he loves romance movies. mf will deny it till the day he dies when anybody asks but you've seen his collection of vhs tapes and dvds. plus bill even admitted tom cried during The Notebook.
• he tries to balance random objects on his head while walking to see it he can do it. he'll add on a object every time he does it.
• he's weirdly amazing at solving Rubix cubes?
• he loves making balloons animals and he always makes the sword ones. he will literallt sword fight with anybody.
• he eats bowls and bowls of cereal so he can get to the prize at the bottom of the box. (I full-heartedly believe he's a little kid at heart)
• he tries to make home-made pizza but ends up burning it 90% of the time.
• he's extremely ticklish on his armpits, stomach and feet and will literally die laughing if you tickle him
• he also loves kids cartoon movies like fox and the hound, Anastasia, Mulan, James and the Giant Peach, etc.
• he loves slap bracelets and has an entire collection of them.
• it wouldn't be the first time you've caught him dancing and singing to Britney spears.
• tom loves everything bathes. on camera he says he prefers showers but in reality he likes bathes better. With candles, dimmed lights, bath salts, face masks, etc.
• do you guys know that episode of Friends where Monica convinces Chandler to take a bath and he ends up loving it and shit? he's just like that. if you don't know what I'm talking about here's some clips.
clip 1
clip 2
• he tried on one of your thongs one time because you dared him to wear it the whole day.
• you also dared him to get his legs waxed and he ended up doing it and he was crying the whole time
• he loves those little stories where you add in words to them. I can't remember what they're called but it asked you for like an adjective, plural noun, verb ending in ing, etc. etc. (I hope yall know what I'm talking about, I think it starts like a m or something someone tell me please 😭)
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Tattooed Hearts VIII
Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader
Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.
Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities
Pt I • Pt II • Pt III • Pt IV • Pt V • Pt VI • Pt VII
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Love was something that no one could control. It was a great thing. Pain was part of love and no one could stop that either. For me, pain was a big part of my love life. Learning what works for you is big; knowing your limits and what your boundaries are. For me, it was hookups. Those were the devil to me. After sleeping with Jungkook and not being able to eat or sleep without thinking of him is when I knew I fucked up. I should’ve known that it was a one time thing, nothing more than a quick fuck. But seeing him show up in front of me, begging for another chance, was what set me off.
About a month passed, Jungkook continuously bringing you flowers and taking you out on nice dates. Not once, not a single time, did he try to make out with you or touch you inappropriately. He was genuinely trying his best for you. So one night when he was dropping you off at your apartment, he did the usual. He smiled, waved you off and made sure you made it safely into your apartment before putting his helmet back on. You were the one that made the move, walking back to him.
“Did you forget something?” He asked you, holding his helmet at his side, about to check the compartment on the back of his bike. He was silenced by you pulling him down to connect your lips. Your lips were gently touching, not some rough and sloppy kiss. It was a slow and sensual kiss.
You pulled away gently, letting your noses brush against each others. “You taste like cherries…” you whispered, not wanting to disrupt the calm environment around the two of you. His strong hands held your waist carefully, fearing that if he did something too suddenly, he would scare you off.
He chuckled and lowered his head to lean his forehead on your shoulder. “You like watermelon juice, yet your favourite lip balm is cherry flavoured. How does that make sense?” He teased you, dragging his hands up and down your sides slowly.
“You know that…?” It was clear from your wide eyes that you were shocked he still remembered that. When had he even noticed you put on cherry lip balm?
“It was the lip balm you put on after our hookup. It was also the lip balm you put on when you came by the tattoo parlour, AND it was the lip balm I saw in your bag at Mrs Eloise’s flower shop. I notice these things, I notice everything that you love.” He whispered, pulling you a little closer.
Your cheeks flushed a bright red, turning your head away and clearing your throat. Pulling away, you felt the sudden loss of warmth from him, “I should…I should go up now…” Your voice held some sort of dissatisfaction, not liking that you had to leave now.
He nodded, letting go of you with slight hesitation. “I had fun. I’ll see you later…” He put his helmet on and got on his bike, watching you walk into your apartment building. Once you were out of sight, he turned on his bike, feeling a vibration in his pocket.
My Girl: Next date is at my place. Friday, 7pm. Don’t be late.
He chuckled, placing his phone back into his pocket. The excitement he felt in his chest was unmatched, not being able to wait for Friday.
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When Friday came, you had set up your living room with a movie. I mean, what's better than a movie date? The answer is nothing. It was all set up perfectly; popcorn, blankets, random candies you had found in the corner store down the street, and the most important thing...a movie! You hadn't heard of this movie, so it was interesting to see what it would be about.
You were pulled out of your thoughts when the doorbell was rung to your apartment. You stood up, walking across the threshold to answer the door. To say your breath was taken when you saw Jungkook was an understatement, you felt as if your soul had been taken. He stood there tall, nothing but a tight white shirt that showed off all his delicious muscles and tattoo sleeve on his right arm. And god, the pants...his pants were tight, hugging his thighs the best way possible, not to mention the noticeable bulge his crotch made.
You looked up at him, taking a deep breath before opening the door wider so he could come in. "You're on time." You said shakily, closing the door when he came into your apartment completely.
He chuckled deeply, "I wouldn't miss this for the world." He smiled down at you, running a hand through his hair. "Looks like you prepared everything already."
"Of course I did! Why would I invite you over if nothing would be ready?" You asked quietly, walking further into your apartment, plopping down onto the couch.
"Maybe you wanted to see me early so you'd have more time with me."
"When have I ever wanted more time with you?"
"How about when you kissed me and wouldn't let my jacket go?" He cocked a brow, "Don't think I didn't notice that."
His comment made your cheeks burn, turning away you patted the cushion beside you. "Just come over here so we can watch the movie..."
His laugh was like music to your ears, he walked over and sat beside you. Once you were both comfortable, you grabbed the remote and pressed play. As mentioned earlier, movie dates were the best. One, they were calming and two, you got to cuddle with your partner...or possible partner. Your back was pressed against his chest, his arm draped over your waist, your ass pressing into his straining cock. When you felt how hard he was, you stiffened, not wanting to say anything. His hand calmly and gently traced circles onto your clothed side, allowing you to relax into him as the movie kept playing. He could feel that you were on edge from being able to feel his hard-on. You should've done your research on the movie before picking it, not knowing it was a horror movie. As time passed, all the movie got scarier and scarier, Jungkook having no reaction to it. Sadly, you were the only one jumping. Your wide eyes were hooked onto the screen, breath getting staggered as your heart pounded against your chest. One of the jump scares making you nearly jump out of your own skin.
"Are you even watching?" You ask, your voice was just barely a whisper.
"I am." He muttered, his voice deep with a hint of...need?
It wasn't helping that you were getting turned on by the feeling of his hard-on pressing against your ass. You turned a little to look at him, he made eye contact with you, gliding his tongue against his bottom lip. You felt his hand go to the hem of your pants, fingertips just barely going under. "Stop it..." You said breathlessly.
"Stop what?" You knew that voice, even if it had been a long time, you knew that voice. He was needy. And so were you.
"You know what...Lindsay could come at any moment." It was still intoxicating.
His nose nuzzles into the back of your neck, "If you want me to stop, just say the word and I will..."
But nothing came out of your mouth, you wanted this. Needed this. Carved this. When he wasn't told to stop, his hand gripped your jaw and forced you to face the screen, "Watch the movie." He growled.
Bad idea, as soon as you looked back, some bloody creature popped up on the screen, making you scream and shrink back into him. Jungkook groaned, feeling your ass dig into his cock, almost blinding him with pleasure and need. His fingers went under the rim of your pants, caressing your soft thighs, causing you to shift with desire from his touch.
"Jungkook..."You plead quietly, asking for something you weren't even sure that you knew what you were asking for.
"This may not end well for you..." Jungkook mused.
"Why?" You asked, slightly hesitant while asking the question.
"You'll have cum leaking down your thighs when I'm done with you." He hummed, reaching forward to play with the lining of your panties.
He pushed your panties aside, his fingers softly brushing against your folds, reveling in the wetness gathering on his fingers. He kept his touches light, depriving you of any true pleasure.
"Jungkook." You bite, your voice more demanding and needy. But all he did was smile, refusing to give you anything else at the moment.
"Keep your eyes on the screen, Y/N, do not make me tell you again." That made your eyes snap to the screen, a gasp being pulled from your lips as you watched the creature slash a person.
Your pussy pulsed, juices gushing from your slit and over his fingers. Jungkook groaned, fighting the urge to plunge his fingers deep into your pussy and feel you pussy clench as you cum all over him. His tongue darted out, licking along your neck and inhaling your intoxicating scent. You tasted so fucking delicious to him. His mouth watered with the need to lap up the arousal soaking his hand. Giving in to your internal plea, he swirls his fingertip over your clit, giving you just enough pleasure to make you lean your head back with bliss. A scream from the movie made her look up again on full alert.
"L-Lindsay could come in..." You croaked, his actions steady and firm. When he pinches your clit, you release a sexy moan from your parted lips.
"Does that make your pussy wet? Hm?" He asked, continuing to rub your clit with his fingers. "Does knowing your friend could come into your apartment at any moment and see you writhing on my fingers turn you on?"
You shook your head, clearly lying as he felt you get wetter by the second. "Having someone see you with my fingers deep in your pussy," He emphasizes his point by pressing his middle finger into you, "It makes you wanna cum all over my fingers, doesn't it, baby?"
He adds a second finger, fucking you in quick and hard strokes. Your breath quickens, moans heightening in pitch as you get closer to an orgasm. His eyes go back and forth between his hand in your pants and your face, loving the sounds falling from your lips. Mid-stroke, he withdrew his fingers and grabbed your jaw with his other hand. He gave you a quick slap to your pussy, enjoying the sudden cry that left your lips as he did so.
"What did I say, baby?" His voice was like honey, but had a secret dark undertone to it.
"W-watch the movie...?" You responded, biting your bottom lip as you turned to look back at the screen.
"Were you even listening?" Jungkook growled, absolutely refusing to touch your needy pussy.
"N-no...I'm sorry..." Something about the apology didn't sound right, why were you apologizing? To keep away the thoughts of confusion and sudden sober-ism from having his fingers out of you, he pushed them back inside of you.
"This sweet little pussy is so needy for my fingers, isn't it? Do you feel how tight you're gripping me? It's so hard to pull them out of you so I can fuck you so good."
You whined and whimpered, nails digging into his bicep. The sting from your nails didn't phase him, his free hand reaching up to your neck. He squeezes firmly, increasing his pace and firmly rubbing your clit. "Jungkook!" You scream, pussy clenching so tightly that he can barely move his fingers anymore.
Your back arches and your head leans back, not caring about watching the movie anymore. You sob loudly as his fingers kept thrusting in and out of you, helping you ride out your orgasm until your whole body is shaking and you're trying to pull his hand away. He gently eased his fingers out of you, feeling you shiver from the loss of being filled. Licking the juices from his fingers, he makes eye contact with you, ensuring you were watching him. When his fingers were clean, he pushed himself up, grabbing your hand to pull you up as well. Once he was standing, he picked you up bridal style, carrying you to your room and placing you on the bed. His breathing was heavy as he looked at you from a distance.
"This is your one chance, Y/N." His voice was rough and deep, deeper than I remembered it to be. "Your one chance to make this choice. The only time I'll let you say no to me. After this, you're mine."
You felt as if your heart would beat through your ribs as you looked up at him. Your mouth opened, slight dread coursing through Jungkook's body as he thought you were going to say no. But instead, you begged. "I wanna be touched. I want you."
A smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, "Strip for me."
"St-? W-what?" You couldn't believe how hot he sounded.
"Come on, sweet girl, don't make me repeat myself. I want to see all of you." Every word flowing out of his mouth goes straight down to your core again. Making you wetter than ever before.
You stripped slowly, almost excruciatingly slow. You stripped until you were in your bra and panties. "Off, Y/N. Show me those tits, baby." It sounded as if he was angry, but you knew he was far from it.
When you were fully undressed, he slowly approached you, like a predator does its prey. He walks until he is pressing his legs against yours. "I'm not going to be gentle. I'm not making love to you tonight, I'm going to fuck you. Show you just how much I've missed this. How much I've missed you."
His lips wrap around one of your nipples when he leans down, a soft gasp leaving you lips as you grasp onto his shoulders. His teeth scrape against your hard nipple, sucking hard. He pushes you to lay you down, climbing on top of you. His fingers make their way down to your slit again, seamlessly gliding over your entrance. He sits on his heels, quickly shedding all of his clothes, coming back down to you. When he presses your legs open, you let him, too overstimulated to even try and fight.
"That's my girl." He groaned into your ear, moving your foot out of the way so he could see your glistening pussy from your wetness. "Fuck...so wet I can see it." He swiped two fingers over your pussy, rubbing those same two fingers over his painfully hard cock. He strokes himself a few times, eyes trained on your sex. He reached down and spread you more, "Such a pretty pussy", He says lowly as he glided a finger over your slit again, but not yet pushing in. "Bet you're gonna be so damn tight, gonna squeeze the cum right out of me."
His words made you squirm, just as his touch did. You felt something press against your entrance, something much bigger than his fingers. The tip of his cock pressed gently. You whimpered his name, that was enough to make him ram his hips forward. There was a slight resistance, feeling your pussy clamped around him tightly. It was more than enough to make you scream, from pleasure and some discomfort. Jungkook dropped forward, one hand on either side of your head, so your hands can finally reach him. He rolled his hips, pushing himself even deeper into you.
"Tell me who owns this pussy..." He spoke in a deep but strangled voice, it was clear he was holding back just a little.
"Y-you do, Jungkook..." You cried.
"Again."
"Jungkook!" You're panting, writhing beneath him. "Jungkook owns it."
He dropped to his elbows, one hand reaching back to grab your hair at the roots. "That's right, baby. This belongs to me." He thrusted again. "All of you belongs to me."
Your neck arches, and he uses the angle to fuse his lips to yours. His lips were warm and demanding; it made you feel claimed. The grip in your hair, his hips slamming between your thighs...it felt like ownership. You kissed him back, letting go of your control completely. Jungkook's tongue licks into your mouth, and you can taste what you thought you lost the first time.
"Kookie..." You gasp, opening your mouth for him. The tugging on your hair makes your core clench around him.
"My sweet fucking girl." He withdraws his cock and licks into your mouth again, "You're mine now, baby." He pushed back in his hips rolling devilishly good into you. "Wanna stay buried in this pussy forever."
He starts slamming in even harder, "Let me in, baby." He reaches down to grasp your leg, yanking it to hook it over forearm. Opening you even wider. "There's my sweet girl. Letting me in so good. So deep."
Your body was on fire, his hips not stopping for a second, arm lifting even more to stretch you more. The fingers massaging through your hair was a big contrast, soft and soothing, compared to his harsh thrusts. "That's it, baby girl. Take me. Feel me."
"I am...I do..." Your voice was broken from how much and how loudly you'd been moaning.
Jungkook's thrusting slowed only a little, "I need you to do one more thing for me, baby. Give me one more thing."
"Anything," You spoke quietly, "I'll do anything."
You could feel his breath on your cheek, " I need you to cum all over my cock."
You couldn't reply, his mouth pressing against yours again. Slower this time. You focused on the feeling of his lips against your, moving with him. Opening up for him. Tasting him. Then you feel his fingers on your clit. You hadn't noticed him move his arm to go between your bodies and it was-...you groaned into each other's mouths as you clenched around him.
"You're so close." He moaned.
"Y-yes..."
He caught your bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard enough that you feel it in your nipples. "O-oh god! Kook, I'm almost-!"
The hand that was tangled in your hair flattens against the back of your head, pulling you to him. He supported his full weight on his elbow, wrapping your arms and legs around him, you curl around his body. Shoving your face into his neck, his fingers dance over your clit. He thrusts up into you, his cock bottoming out as his fingers pinch your clit, and you cum. You screamed as you felt yourself clench around him, his hips piston faster.
"That's it, baby. Cum for me. Squeeze my cock until it's filling you with my cum." He panted, pushing his cum deep into you as you both finish riding your orgasms out.
Exhaustion took over both of you, Jungkook having yet to pull out from you. Your hands flatten along his back, feeling it rise and fall, hot skin under your palms. He burrows his face into the space between your shoulder and neck, making you smile. It was hard to breathe with his weight on top of you, but you didn't want this to end. You worked to get small and short breaths, not wanting to push the tired man off of you. His teeth sink into your neck, making you jolt and all your muscles contract.
"Y/N, you keep squeezing my cock like that and I'm gonna fuck you again." He spoke softly, lips brushing against your neck.
You squeaked at his words, feeling him shift. He pushed your legs up just a little so he could slip out of you comfortably. He places them so that they're still parted as he stands up. "Kook...?"
"Just wait." He spoke gently as he walked into the bathroom. The faucet could be heard, and a few seconds later, Jungkook walks back in, reclaiming his spot between your legs.
He presses a damp wash cloth to your pussy, dragging it through your folds. You hiss at the feeling, "It's cold..."
"I know, baby." He says as he gently wipes you with the washcloth again.
"You could've used warm water." You grumbled, turning your head, but Jungkook grabbed your face to make you look at him again.
"You're going to be sore enough as is. The cold water might help." His voice was soft and soothing, a contrast from how he was talking just a few minutes ago.
He discarded of the washcloth, laying down beside you after, pulling your spent body to his chest. You laid there in silence, basking in the afterglow from your actions. His fingertips traced shapes on your skin, "I love you..."
You froze, looking up at him with a glint in your eyes. "You...love me?"
He chuckled, "Of course I do. I was a fucking idiot back then. I didn't know what I had lost until it was gone. You are not something I want to lose ever again."
You cuddled closer, the feeling of contentment washing over you. "I love you too..."
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Mistakes do get made. Everyone makes mistakes. Luckily for you, your mistake of sleeping with Jungkook ended up in your favor. You still don't know how you went from crying on your bathroom floor because of him, to crying in bed with him because of how good he treated you. You were his special person. And he wasn't ever going to let you go again.
Edit: Hi Everyone! This is the final chapter of Tattooed Hearts. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I already have some more ideas for future stories, and please don't be afraid to give ideas for a series you want to see in the future! I love you all very much, thank you for all the support for this story. I look forward to seeing you in the future with my new stories :)
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That's All You Got?
♡ ryomen sukuna x reader , yuji itadori x reader
♡ you spend a passionate time with your boyfriend but sukuna decides to tag in~
♡ cw: 18+ content, descriptions of sex, dirty talk (sukuna), vanilla sex (yuji), sukuna switches with yuji, fingering, nipple play, breeding kink if you squint, unprotected sex, creampies, sexxxxxx.
Everything about Yuji was perfect, he treated you well and pretty much worshiped the ground you walked on. You both had been dating long enough and decided to make your relationship more intimate. However that took some convincing as he was worried about Sukuna, but that was the least of your worries. "You sure you're not uncomfortable? He can see this..." he stressed removing the white tee he had been wearing. "How many times do I have to tell you that I am literally okay. Plus, it's not the first time we've done this now relax" You placed your lips onto his allowing him to taste the watermelon lip balm you had been wearing earlier. He was quick to pull you closer to him, his cool hands running up your thin tank fondling the clasp of your bra. Discarding the thin fabric, and your blue lace bra he took his index finger and thumb rolling your soft buds between his fingers. You let out a slight whimper, as he latched onto your nipple swirling his tongue around and sucking carefully. He released your nipple with a slight pop as he pushed you back onto the bed laying you carefully on your back. He brought his face back to yours, placing a soft kiss on your lips as he rolled down your panties allowing your bare cunt to feel the cool breeze in the room. Kissing you passionately, you felt one of his fingers run along your slit collecting the juices that had formed using it to tease at your clit. He pushed two fingers inside allowing you to adjust before he started moving. He cycled his fingers inside prepping you just enough to let him slide in. You let out a moan as he pushed your legs apart granting him access to align himself to your entrance. "You ready baby?" he asked as you nodded in response. You arched your back as you felt him slide in, stretching you almost beyond your limits. "Fuck baby you feel so good" he groaned biting his lip and trying his hardest to not cum just yet. Gripping the back of the bed, he began pumping in and out and a steady pace throwing his head back in the process. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer to you and allowing him to drill even deeper into you. "F-Fuck" he moaned out fastening his pace causing you to grip the white bed sheets you laid on. "Keep going I'm close" you moaned out scratching along his back and chasing your own high. With a stutter of his hips, he quickly pulled out just as you were washed with your own orgasm, light ropes of his cum painting your stomach. As you were catching your breath, you heard a voice "Don't think you're done just yet." Sukuna's voice rang throughout the bedroom realigning himself at your overstimulated entrances bypassing your puffy folds.
Before you could protest, you felt the familiar feeling of your cunt being stretched. He threw your tired legs over his shoulder allowing him to reach a new deepness that Yuji has never explored. His thrust was sharp, but they were rough as well each snap of his hips causing his dick to jab harshly at your cervix. "That brat doesn't know how to fuck a woman properly. I know deep down you want to be fucked like the dirty slut you are" His teasing words caused you to clench down onto him as he smirked down at you. "I can barely move your pussy's almost too tight but you like that huh. You like hearing me call you a dirty slut it gets you wet huh." As much as you'd like to disagree, he was right sex with Yuji was soft and vanilla, and sex with Sukuna was thrilling. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt him slide out of you leaving you confused for the moment. "Flip" was all he said, and you did just that. Positioned on your hands and knees, you felt him push down on your back making you arch your back deeply. You felt him place his hands on your hips, stiff dick poking at your entrance one more using your juices to slide right in. You moaned loudly, shoving your face into the pillow and he began fucking into you at an inhumane pace. The room was filled with your nonstop moans and the squelching sound of your wetness meeting his thrust. "Fuck, you're wet as hell no wonder why he can barely last. Tch and after all that you're still tight as ever. Pussy this good is rare to find" He took his left hand and placed it on your back holding you in place. You could barely hold on much longer, as you began pulsating around his dick, "About to cum already, ha gotta train you how to take dick properly." he angeled his hips pumping into you at a newly found pace. "I'm going to cum deep inside this pussy. You'd like that huh, want to be filled up with my cum. A pussy this slutty deserves to be filled with cum nonstop. You could be my personal cumdump" he smirked feeling you clench around him even tighter. "A-aH I'm about to...about to cu-" With one final thrust you felt warm liquid filling your insides and you felt your own juices run from his dick, down your leg. "Look at that I made you squirt." he chuckled watching as your trembling legs were soaked coating the bedsheets as well. "Next time you want dick this good, just call my name." You watched as he switched back with Yuji who was out like a light.
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Everything
Edited-ish. ~2.5k words.
A broken sob fills the space as you rest your head on Kiara’s lap. Her fingers thread through your hair in soothing strokes. Your tears have dried on your cheeks now. The only sound coming from you are faint hiccups from how hard you have cried this afternoon.
Sarah frowns from her spot on the floor. Her sad brown eyes focus on you while her hand gently strokes your thigh. A heavy throw blanket is over your curled frame.
“What did you even see in him?” Kiara asks, her voice has a hateful edge to it. Rightfully so, after you called her in tears begging her to come home. She had shown up within minutes and had brought Sarah along too. Both of them had been concerned and are now venomous at your state. A hollow ache now fills you, and you wish it did not. He did not deserve another second of you.
You whisper, “Everything you didn’t.”
“Oh, Sweetheart.” Sarah frowns.
Her head jerks up when the remaining group stumbles into the room. Their laughter and conversation die between them as soon as all three pairs of eyes land on you.
“What happened?” JJ asks first, his face shifting from happy to concern in a millisecond. His eyebrows drawing together, blue eyes darkening with worry.
“Rafe broke up with her,” Kiara says, her gaze not leaving you.
“What the fuck?” JJ’s voice shows anger now. “Why?”
“Technically, I broke up with him,” you mumble and lift your head, ignoring the lines from Kiara’s shorts that are now imprinted on your face.
“What happened?” Pope asks, his shoulders dropping as he moves further into the room and takes a seat in the overstuffed chair opposite you.
JJ takes Kiara’s place after she tells you she is getting you water on her way to the kitchen. JJ smells warm and comforting, and you sink into his chest. Your eyes close, and you sigh, snuggling further into him.
“What happened?” He asks, his voice faint enough to give you some semblance of privacy.
You exhale, eyes shifting to the floor. “He was cheating on me.”
“I’m going to kill him,” John B spits out, not missing the conversation at all. Pope swears under his breath.
“She may have taken him down a few pegs already,” Sarah offers as her boyfriend takes a seat behind her.
“Did you?” JJ asks, tucking the blanket around your shoulders. A faint smile of pride tugs at his lips.
You nod, but Pope speaks before you can explain.
“Who with?” Pope leans forward, and you frown, looking at Kiara when she returns with a tall glass of cold water.
Your heart aches as the image and sounds flash through your head. “Another pogue.”
“I’m really going to kick his ass now,” JJ threatens.
John B stares at you, and you cannot take the burn of his gaze anymore, so you let your gaze shift to meet his. The concern is there, and you offer him a half smile.
“Did he hurt you?” He asks.
“Physically? No.”
He nods, looking down at the floor as his forearms rest on his knees.
“JB,” you lean over and ruffle his hair. “You’re a good guy.”
He smiles then, chin lifting to meet your gaze.
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A week has passed, and you have pushed down the ache of your broken heart as you focus on day-to-day tasks. The local market bustles around you as you examine the fruit selection in your favorite vendor's booth. Mr. Walter grins at you as you select one of his personal favorites, strawberries.
“Picked yesterday,” he offers, and you flash a grin at him. “Mainland team got them on the last boat yesterday.”
“They are perfect,” you beam at him as you pass him a pint and then another. “I’ll take two.”
“Perfect, it’s BOGO. The second one is free.”
“Mr. Walter,” you chide, very aware that is not the case.
He waves you off before he starts to wrap the pints in cellophane to keep them protected on your bike ride back to the Chateau.
“Kildare’s best fruit vendor,” you compliment, and he winks at you before dropping them into your satchel with ease.
“Anything else?” He asks, looking over the selections with you. “I have a few seedless watermelons left.”
“One of those would be perfect. You are making my sister and our friends very happy.”
“I’ll get Alan to put it in your basket.”
“Thanks,” you grin and hand over a few bills. He takes them before passing back a five.
“I said BOGO.”
You roll your eyes and take the five back before moving down the aisle after a quick goodbye.
A few booths down, you spot a candle maker. A nice candle for your bath tonight sounds perfect. It would be a splurge, but a good one. You had the five dollar bill leftover from Mr. Walter’s booth along with a ten in cash still. Your cards are forgotten at home by mistake.
“Hey, Cheyenne!” You grin at the younger woman. Her eccentric nature is in full flourish today with her bohemian style dress.
“Hey!” She grins and leans over the table to give you a quick squeeze. “Are you getting a candle today?”
“I think so.”
She beams. “I have a new one. Want to smell it?”
“Yes, please.” You reach out for the candle as she spins the top of the jar off before offering it. You take it and bring it to your nose. A bright smile paints your lips as you take a deep inhale. “This is fabulous! Ooh, I’m in heaven.”
“Perfect! I thought you’d like it.” She smiles, taking it back and screwing the cap back on. “Should I wrap it up for you?”
“How much?”
“$20.”
“Oh,” you frown, before looking over the table. “My budget is $15. Do you have a smaller one?”
“Not in this scent, sold out already,” she frowns with you. “But I have plenty of the Summer Bliss that you like.”
“I’ll take that one.”
“She’ll take both,” Rafe’s voice comes from behind you, and you inhale sharply, body tightening at his voice before the heat of him pushes against your back. His arm extends over your shoulder to hand Chey a fifty. “The big ones.”
“Of course,” Chey smiles, oblivious to your reaction to his presence. As far as she knew you were both still together.
“That’s too much Rafe,” you start.
“Nonsense,” he murmurs, leaning against the tent pole. “Have you been through the market already?”
You nod. “This was my last stop.”
“Perfect,” he flashes a smile. “We’ll put your bike in the truck, and I’ll take you home.”
You start to shake your head but pause when you hear your name. You turn to see Alan moving through the crowd with a decent-sized watermelon in his arms.
“Where’s your bike?”
“Out by the parking lot. The pink one.”
“Great, rear basket okay to put it in?”
You nod a grateful smile on your face.
Rafe steps forward, his large body taking up the space between you and Alan. “I’ll take it. I’m taking her home.”
“Oh,” Alan murmurs. His green gaze flickering to you. “I didn’t know you guys had made up.”
“Well, we did,” Rafe mutters while taking the watermelon from Alan with ease. “Thanks, Alan.”
“Yeah, anytime,” he nods, and you frown, watching him go before you turn to Rafe. “Really?”
“He’s always had a thing for you.”
“Shouldn’t matter to you. We aren’t together.”
“Here you go!” Cheyenne’s cheery nature pops the tension bubble as she holds out a brown paper bag. You grasp it with a grateful smile in her direction. “Here’s your change.” She offers a ten back to Rafe.
“Keep it.”
“Oh,” she blushes, folding her fingers tightly around it. “Thanks.”
“Yep,” he responds while still staring at you. “Let’s go, Babe.”
You glare at him, but he ignores you and starts to steer you out of the mass of canopies for the different vendor's booths.
“We broke up, what do you think you are doing?”
He smirks, before tipping his head as he watches you. “We did not break up.”
“Yes, we did. I caught you cheating, Rafe.”
“She came onto me.”
“It takes two,” you mutter, getting to your bike as you drop the two bags into the front basket. You reach for the watermelon despite his protests. “Rafe…”
“It’s too heavy.”
“It’s not,” you argue and reach for it again, but he takes another step back. You groan loudly. “Fine! Keep it.”
You get on your bike, ignoring him as he tries to change your mind. You pedal away, ignoring his shouts of your name and pleas to come back. You ignore the sting of tears and the watchful gazes of both pogues and kooks alike.
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You unloaded your items, tucking them away where they belonged. The house is silent with Kiara and the pogues out on the dock. You had promised them a quick lunch once you had everything put away.
Footsteps on the porch echo out as you open the bread bag after rinsing some of the fruit off.
“I’m just starting,” you say without looking up.
“I brought your watermelon.”
Your head snaps up as Rafe enters the house. The screen door slammed behind him as he stands there holding your watermelon. He looks so out of place in the living room. His pressed collared polo and oxford shorts are a stark contrast compared to the old paneled wooden walls and dusty outdated furniture.
“Kiara will be happy until she sees you are the one bringing it.”
He crosses the room silently before placing it on the counter. “Can we talk?”
“I have to get them fed. They won’t eat if I don’t.”
He frowns, reaching for you, but you move your hand away from his. The knife gripped tightly in your hand.
“Don’t touch me.”
“I want to talk.”
“No.”
He sighs, hand running through his hair. “Please.”
You stare at him, knife paused over slicing the sandwiches in half. He shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“What do you want to talk about?” You ask, turning your eyes back to your work. “Want me to hear all your practiced excuses.”
He frowns before shaking his head once. “No. I fucked up. I know I did. But she kissed me first. I did not pursue her.”
“No,” you huff, plating the sandwiches before rolling the melon onto your cutting board. “You just fucked her.”
He groans, before trying to reach for you again.
“Rafe, don’t!” You point the knife at him in a warning. “I scream, and they’ll come running, so don’t.”
He groans loudly and turns, pacing away. “I fucked up, okay! Yes, I fucked her, but it did not mean anything, okay?!”
You stare at him before shaking your head and going back to cutting. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“What do you want me to say? I’m admitting my fault.”
“You’re admitting you threw away our relationship for a meaningless fuck,” you clarify as you slice the half melon into quarters. “It meant nothing doesn’t help your case.” You start to work on cutting away the rind.
“Tell me what to do.”
“Leave.”
“No.”
You sigh and lift your head to meet his gaze. “Why not?”
“Because I can’t be without you.”
“You have to.”
“No.”
You groan with a shake of your head as you start to slice again. A sharp pain rips through your hand a moment later, and you gasp, jerking your left hand back to see a deep cut running across your index, pointer, and ring finger. Watery blood runs down your palm, and you wince immediately turning for the sink.
He is there, his body warm as he presses against you to help. His arms around you as he turns the water on.
“Rafe, I’ve got it.” You mutter.
“Just let me take a look.”
You huff but let him rinse the tips of your fingers before pulling your hand closer to his chest. His dark blue eyes focus on your fingers as he inspects the cuts. They were not deep but still pooled with blood.
“Does this place have a first aid kit?”
“Bathroom sink.”
“Here,” he folds a kitchen towel around your fingers. “Hold pressure.”
You watch him go before he is back with the red plastic case. He places it on the counter before turning to lift you with ease to be sitting next to it. You stare at him as his eyebrows knit together in concentration once he has the kit open. You stay silent, watching him work until the last bandage is on your finger.
“What do you want from me?” You whisper, his body still nestled between your knees.
“To be with me, to be my girl again.”
“I can’t do that anymore,” you lift your head to look at him. “I can’t be the girl who was hopelessly devoted to you again. You broke my heart.”
Rafe frowns, his hands plant on the counter on either side of your hips. His face inches from yours.
“The best I can be is your friend.”
“Friends then,” he agrees, retracting as he steps back. “Friends.”
The creak of the screen door has you both looking to see the pogues stepping inside. A shared confused look between them all aside from your sister, who is angry.
“He’s leaving. He brought the watermelon I forgot,” you offer and slip down to the ground. You push Rafe back to create distance. “You should go,” you say to him so only he hears.
He nods, squeezing your good hand before going without another word. You watch him go before turning back to the five pogues.
“Food is almost ready. I’ll finish prepping the food if someone wants to get drinks.”
“Got it,” Sarah moves forward, and you smile at her gratefully. The tension is thick, but no one says a word.
“What happened?” Kiara asks, pointing to the first aid kit. “Did he hurt you?”
“I cut myself slicing the watermelon,” you explain with a frown as you lift your bandaged fingers. “JJ?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you finish slicing it, please?”
“Sure!” He darts forward, shouldering past your sister to take over. Kie continues to watch you, reading you as you plate the food before taking everything to the kitchen table.
“Lunch is served,” you say, gesturing to the various plates. “John B?”
“Hmm?” He jerks his head to look at you now.
“Paper plates?”
“Pantry,” he goes to the little door and opens it before digging around and coming back with a small stack.
“Kie, eat,” you gesture, and she rolls her eyes but takes a plate and begins to grab her lunch. You squeeze her arm. “I’m fine, promise. He asked to get back together, and I said no.”
She nods, offering you a sympathetic smile before you peck her cheek.
“Relax, I’m the older one remember?”
She laughs and squeezes you in a tight hug before taking her plate and water outside. The others follow in her steps, and you are last as you let the screen door slam behind you. A sunny picnic lunch is just the ticket for you all.
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Shots, shots, shots (Part 2)
Nick Sturniolo x Masc!OC
read part 1
Summary: Nick is most definitely not having fun at a frat party Madi dragged him to, but this boy who’s staring at him hungrily may help him to have a good time (or: a very cliche and very self-indulgent fic of Nick getting it on with a frat bro)
WC: 5.5k
Contains: college!AU, frat bro!oc, anal sex, bottom!nick, top!oc, making out, blow job, rimming, fingering, dirty talk, slight spanking, light dom/sub, slight slut shaming
Disclaimer: read part 1 for background. will contain grammar mistakes, english is not my first language
a/n: well. this was a beast to write LMAO. so sorry for the long wait, i've just been rlly demotivated to write and my draft was just so so long that i often got overwhelmed and just didnt revise it altogether😭 anyways hope it isn't too long and hope you enjoyyy
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“Welcome to my room, also known as the room of the president of this shithole.” Evan plops himself down in the rolling chair at his desk, turning to face Nick on the bed. “Does that make this the shithole headquarters? Shoes off please.”
Nick groans, hiding his face in his hands, peeking out from in between his fingers in embarrassment, pulling off his shoes and throwing them over to Evan who arranges them neatly next to his at the door. “Please, don’t. I didn’t mean it.”
“Don’t lie baby. You meant every word."
The objection from before comes out sharply. “I thought I told you not to call me baby.”
Evan pouts, jutting out his lower lip and widening his eyes in a silent plea. “But I rather like the nickname on you. Very fitting. And becoming.”
“Well, I don’t.”
Evan pauses, lost in a moment of thought before turning his gaze back towards Nick, his brows drawn together. “How about we make a deal…” The other boy starts slowly, choosing his words carefully. “…if I can make you like being called baby by the end of the night, I get to keep calling you baby.”
“And if you can’t? What do I get in return?”
“I stop calling you baby.”
“That hardly seems fair.” Now it’s Nick’s turn to pout. “That doesn’t seem like much of a prize for winning.” Time to have a little fun. He continues, slyly. “How about if I win, then I get to call you princess?” Evan visibly blanches, and Nick’s inner self laughs as he watches the color drain from the other boy’s face. Priceless. “What?” Nick goes wide-eyed, blinking with a faux innocence. “You need to be able to take what you dish out too, Evan.”
The other boy laughs. “Fair enough. Deal.” Nick quivers as Evan’s eyes darken, one side of his mouth quirked up in a perceptive smile. “But I’ll just have you know, I never lose.”
Okay, a bit conceited, but undeniably also hot.
Evan paces over, plopping down next to him on the bed, and in one swift motion, pulls him over into his lap. Nick holds his breath as the other boy stares at him, tracing over every inch of his face with his eyes. He lets out a little gasp as Evan presses his thumb into the corner of his mouth, pulling down a bit so he can taste the other boy. And he hopes his lips are luscious enough from his watermelon lip balm as Evan starts running his thumb along his bottom lip, Nick’s tongue darting out to wet his lips unconsciously, brushing against the other boy’s finger. A low groan rises from Evan, and Nick takes in delightedly seeing the other boy’s pupils dilate with arousal. “Fuck, Nick. You’re really pretty, you know that?”
“Of course I do.” The words come out with a lot more bravado than he feels as Evan’s other hand tightens on his waist, his thumb rubbing small circles over his skin. Nick had expected everything to happen fast and hard so the way the other boy is studying him so intently is a bit disconcerting, the attention bringing out a sudden shyness from him, unsure of what he should do or say. Evan trails his hand down to his neck, splaying his fingers out against Nick’s skin, thumb running along his jaw.
“Beautiful.” The word comes out drawn-out, Evan breathing all his longing into it, and Nick’s eyes automatically close, letting it run through him as the other boy presses down on the pulse point of his neck, feeling the blood rushing to his head. His breath hitches as Evan starts at his collarbones, searing open-mouthed kisses into his skin, the tip of the other boy’s tongue forming small circles as he moves upwards, Evan’s lips soft against his skin. Evan goes slow, a bit too slow for his taste, and his impatience tears a needy whine from his throat, tugging on the other boy’s hair for emphasis, making Evan let out a low throaty chuckle against his neck. “Be patient, baby.”
Nick doesn’t have the energy to object, breathing heavily as the other boy finally reaches his mouth, Evan’s hand cupping his face, fingers spread over his cheek tilting his head, and Nick moans into the kiss as Evan catches his lower lip first, gently nibbling. God. And the other boy’s mouth is moving over his, tasting like drunken mistakes, and Nick can’t tell whether it’s him moaning or Evan anymore as the other boy deepens the kiss, his tongue hot and heavy in his mouth. The pleasure mounts, and Nick whines, desperately trying to find some relief as he feels himself getting hard, grinding onto Evan’s lap as the other boy runs his tongue over his.
Evan breaks off their kiss first, nuzzling into his neck, murmuring. “So needy baby, and we’re not even close to done.” Then fuck me already. “If you’re really that desperate already, you’re welcome to ride my thighs as we make out.” The noise of indignance from Nick makes the other boy laugh.
“I thought we came upstairs to fuck.” Nick hisses, halfway affronted that Evan hasn’t even made a move to take off his clothes, his cock starting to feel uncomfortably restrained in his jeans.
“Don’t worry, you’re definitely going to get fucked baby.” Evan grins at him cheekily. “But I enjoy playing with my food before eating it.” The analogy makes Nick flushes, the thought of the other boy eating him out very appealing right now.
Nick lets the other boy lift him up slightly, Evan’s hands taking the chance to squeeze his ass, rearranging him so he has the other boy’s thigh squarely between his legs, the feeling of Evan’s tensing underneath him making his cock twitch. Evan steadies him with hands on his waist, his own hands resting on Evan’s shoulders as he starts moving, feeling the friction of Evan’s body against him building his excitement. Nick whines when the other boy makes no move to do anything as he starts falling into a rhythm. Don’t just stop. Evan seems to understand without him saying anything further, mouth curving into a half-smile. “I like to watch sometimes. Pretty things deserve to be admired.”
The words only deepen his arousal, making it pool in his stomach as he moves, closing his eyes and letting the feeling overtake him. Nick moans as he feels Evan’s lips on him, kittenish licks against his sensitive skin as he rolls his hips against the other boy, slow and hard. “Mmm, your thighs are actually quite nice though.”
Nick inhales as Evan scrapes his teeth against his skin, the rough feeling a sharp contrast from his previous kisses, murmuring. “I don’t know whether I should take that as a compliment or be insulted that you sound surprised about it.”
“It’s not like I would kn-“ His words are cut off abruptly as Evan slides his hand fully underneath his shirt, brushing his thumb over his nipple, drawing out another low moan as Evan pinches it, rolling his nipple between his thumb and index finger.
“But yes. Lots and lots of squats. And playing soccer for the school team.”
“Are you any good?”
“Yeah," Evan’s breath is hot against his ear, teasingly sweet, the whisper making a thrill run through him. “Added plus if you like it, baby.”
“I-I d-do.” Nick curses himself for stammering, the other boy choosing that exact instant to start nibbling on his earlobe again, a particularly sensitive spot for him. Evan’s throaty moan into his ear almost physically hurts, the hand cupping his ass and squeezing not helping matters.
“God, fuck. Vou meter em você ate você gritar meu nome.”
Nick doesn’t understand what it means, but the low growl into his ear makes him aroused anyway, the urge to be fucked getting stronger by the minute. “Don’t know what the fuck you just said, but it sounded hot.”
“I said I’m gonna fuck you until you scream my name.” Nick gasps as Evan bites down a bit hard at the base of his neck, surely leaving a mark on his skin for tomorrow. And he doesn’t think he minds, the thought of everyone knowing about this making him curl up on the inside with embarrassment that somehow only serves to heighten his arousal. But maybe it doesn’t even matter if Evan leaves any marks as half the room had seen them go upstairs together.
“Then do it.” His sharp demand just makes the other boy shake his head, the amusement at his frustration evident on Evan’s features. The other boy leans backwards languidly, resting with his elbows on the bed, stopping to just stare at him. The silence goes on for too long, and Nick can feel himself getting flushed as Evan does nothing but rake his gaze over him. “What?”
The other boy comes closer slowly, taking his goddamn time, and Nick feels as if his audacity may have gotten him into trouble, Evan looking at him with an unreadable expression on his face. He doesn’t move as the other boy gets closer, the feeling of Evan’s fingers on his lips again, nail digging in at the corner of his mouth, dipping in ever so slightly. And Nick parts his lips, mewling as the other boy slips them in, automatically sucking, the anticipation of possibly having Evan’s fingers curling deliciously in his ass making him eager and hungry. The fingers pressing down on his tongue, sliding further back makes him nearly gag, and Evan strokes his cheek in response, murmuring an apology, pulling his fingers out slightly as Nick continues to slick them with saliva.
“Pretty mouth, sharp tongue.” He makes a noise of displeasure when Evan takes out his fingers. “I bet you look beautiful sucking cock.” The bold statement makes him flush, makes him remember his earlier thoughts, his eyes flicking downwards to stare again at the other boy’s tattoo, somehow forgotten and like a distant memory.
It ripples when he breathes.
Evan’s amused laugh makes him feel embarrassed, caught staring a few beats too long. “Do you like it?” The other boy’s fingers run through his hair, ruffling it, his thumb brushing Nick’s cheek. “Does it turn you on?” Nick doesn’t know what to say. “I’ll tell you a secret.” Evan’s breath on his ear. “If it turns you on, it means you really like get railed in bed baby. Especially by me.” The slow grin spreads over the other boy’s face as Evan watches his eyes widen, his mouth gaping, utterly speechless.
Evan’s eyes narrow, his voice low and silky, no longer playful and amused, and Nick finds it difficult to swallow as he sees Evan slowly unbuckling his belt, counting the belt holes one by one as the the other boy pulls at the end excruciatingly slowly. One. Two. Three. Four. And he’s waiting, his body coiled tightly, the tenseness making him almost shiver as he watches, the top button and the zipper that comes down slowly.
The red of Evan’s boxers are showing now, the sharp edge against the other boy’s skin. “I want you on your knees.” The words are demanding, suffocating, and Nick finds the other boy isn’t the only one that wants him on his knees, the prospect of having more than just fingers in his mouth making him dizzy. He gets up obediently, waiting what seems like forever for Evan to part his legs, and the other boy pats his inner thigh, motioning for him. “Come, baby.” Nick bites his lower lip, wanting to retort, but Evan’s head is tilted dangerously, his expression calculating, and the words leave no room for argument, short and clipped.
He drops to his knees, Evan’s hand at the back of his neck guiding him closer, his other hand pulling down the waistband of his boxers so that his cock spills out, the full barrel of the other boy’s gun tattoo coming into view, and Nick isn’t sure which is hotter, the desire for Evan to fuck his brains out overwhelming him. At least I know it does point to his cock. And maybe on a good day, he’d find this arrogant, but right now, he just wants his mouth to be filled.
“Can you show me how good you are at sucking cock baby?” The other boy cradles his cheek, his thumb caressing his jawline, and it feels soft, the light touch making him want to please, nodding his head. Evan’s fingers tighten in his hair as he goes down, slowly wrapping his mouth around just the tip, gaze turned upwards to stare at the other boy prettily, knowing the effect it has. Two can play at this game. Evan doesn’t disappoint, a low moan drawn out of him as Nick moves down slowly, getting used to the feeling of the other boy’s length in his mouth, too long since the last time he’s sucked cock.
But judging by the noises the other boy is making, he sure hasn’t forgotten how to.
Nick sucks harder, hollowing out his cheeks, attempting to go down as far as he can, feeling the tip in the back of his throat, thankful that he doesn’t have much of a gag reflex. He goes slow, wanting to savor the feeling of fullness in his mouth, letting his lips slide along the other boy’s cock, wetting it with his tongue, running it along the vein down the side, imagining Evan filling his ass. His eyelids fluttering in pleasure as he feels Evan tugging on his hair lightly, urging him to go faster, ignoring the spit that dribbles out as he half gags on the other boy’s cock. He’s always given messy blowjobs anyway. But Evan’s thumb wipes at the corner of his mouth, smearing a trail across his cheek, a dirtiness that feels all too enthralling.
“Baby, you look so pretty like this.” The breathy compliment only encourages him further, his head bobbing up and down at a quickened pace. And he’s given up trying to be coy, concentrating instead on Evan’s tattoo as he moves up and down, remembering his shameless display of behavior from earlier in the night, licking all the way down trying to get in the other boy’s pants. Trying to get here, with Evan’s cock shoved in his mouth. Nick moans as the other boy gets a little too impatient, the hand at the back of his head now pushing him down firmly, his hips rolling upwards to meet Nick’s mouth.
“Fuck, fuck.”
He knows what the swears mean, and Nick tries eagerly to make it happen, his hands bracing themselves on Evan’s ass, waiting for his chance to taste the other.
Evan pulls out of his mouth and Nick can’t hide his disappointment, a whine coming out unwittingly. That whine was replaced with a gasp as the other boy leans down and kisses him. Nick is swallowed up by Evan completely, taking out all the air in his lungs. They’re both panting heavily when Evan stops, his hand caressing Nick’s cheek, a nice, even, slow touch that feels both heavy and light all at the same time.
“I want to come in you.” Evan kisses the tip of his nose, a soft peck that makes Nick’s the butterflies in his stomach fly up into his chest, the action and words making him feel two entirely different things. The other boy doesn’t wait for him to respond, getting up and squatting down to sweep him up bridal style, one arm cradled under his knees, the other at his back, the change making him let out a squeak of surprise.
He wraps his arms around the other boy’s neck instinctively, the twinge of soreness in his knees only noticeable now that he isn’t on the floor anymore. Evan deposits him on the bed gently, his head settling on the pillow, suddenly feeling small as the other boy looms over him, Evan making quick work of pulling off his pants, his boxers, and Nick stares as the expanse of skin comes into view, the other boy fully naked.
Evan pauses for a second, hesitant, before asking, his voice catching in his throat. “Can I undress you baby?”
He nods, not daring to make a sound, holding his breath as Evan starts from the bottom, unbuttoning his pants, and Nick lifts his butt upwards slightly so the other boy can pull them off, his boxers coming off right after, his cock still hard, hissing as the cold-ish air hits his skin. And then the tank top is being pulled over his head, his arms stretched upwards. He moans as the other boy starts planting kisses over his body, starting from his neck and trailing downwards to his cock, a groan of need vibrating in the back of his throat as Evan kisses the tip, bucking his hips up for more, hands pressing in a burning warmth over the skin of his inner thighs.
“Baby.” Evan says it almost reverently, as if Nick is everything, and he feels every syllable down to his toes and tips of his fingers as Evan continues. “You’re so beautiful. And fuckable.” And it’s the way the other boy says it, the tone a mix between waiting to worship and use him, that gets him off, and Nick thinks that maybe he’s in trouble. “Get on your hands and knees for me. Facing that way.”
Nick does, facing the closed door to Evan’s room in anticipation. He can hear the other boy shifting on the bed behind him, feeling Evan’s hand on his ass, one hand squeezing lightly. The sound of a drawer opening, the other boy rummaging around for a few moments. “Fuck.” The tone isn’t encouraging, and Nick glances back, trying to get a glimpse of Evan. “I ran out of condoms.”
“You’re fucking kidding me.” Nick groans as he falls over on to the bed on his back, looking up to stare with wide-eyed disappointment at Evan, who’s running his hand through his black hair, the frustration knotting his brows together as he stares down at his phone. “No, I’m not, but just lemme text Nate. He’ll just steal some from his roommate.” Nick nearly gets his head taken off as the other boy throws a few things at him. “In the meantime, pick your favorite flavor.”
“My what?” Nick looks down at the colorful bottles presented to him. “Oh my god, who the fuck needs this much lube?”
Evan laughs. “I like to provide options baby.”
Nick stares at the other boy, aghast. “Why don’t you just use plain old lube.”
“Mmm.” Evan leans down to kiss him, his teeth catching Nick’s bottom lip in a small bite. “Because I want to eat you out until your legs shake so hard you can’t keep yourself up.” The other boy ends with statement with a kiss on his forehead. “So pick.”
Nick bites his bottom lip so a pathetic whine won’t come out his mouth. “Fine, strawberry.”
There’s a knock on the door, the sound of Nate’s voice making its way through from the other side. “You’re the fucking worst, Evan. I was talking to that hot AKA girl I told you about and I was so close to kissing her. But yeah, leaving the box out here like you asked, you ingrate.”
“Sorry, man.” Evan laughs his friend’s outrage.
Evan strides to the door, opening it just a crack and crouching down to sneak his hand out before retrieving the box, closing the door firmly behind him.
Nick eyes the other boy, not quite trusting Evan quite so much now. After all, Evan quite literally just had to phone-a-friend to get condoms. “Aren’t you going to lock the door?” The other boy grins at him, the smile spreading across his face in unrestrained delight. “Why? Does it bother you? Scared someone will walk in?”
“No.” Nick raises his voice defensively, not willing to admit any sign of weakness. “Just thought it might be best since, you know, like a quarter of the school is downstairs partying.”
“Mmm, but doesn’t the possibility of getting caught turn you on baby?” Evan tilts his chin up, staring down at him teasingly, the dangerous look lighting the arousal in his groin again, feeling his cock respond even if his mind doesn’t want to admit it. “The thought that someone could walk in and see me fucking you from behind. Or on your back while I’m plowing into you. Or you bouncing on my dick. ” Evan’s eyes narrow, Nick’s dilated pupils making him more than a little excited, anticipation curling in his stomach again.
“Not really.”
“Hmmm, I thought you’d be the type that is into that sort of thing.” Evan smiles at him, all too innocently. “Maybe you will be the next time I fuck you.” Nick squeals as the other boy brings his hands up underneath his ass where he’s sitting, pushing him upwards, back into position on his hands and knees. “Don’t worry, we have plenty of time to find out if you do like it baby.” Nick moans, feeling Evan’s hands on his waist, fingers digging into his hips, spreading his ass with his hands, his thumbs digging into his skin, the slight puff of hot breath against his asshole making him automatically clench. “And it’s okay, people know what my door being closed means.”
He hears the sound of the cap being opened, the splutter of lube being squeezed out, and he hisses at the cold feeling, Evan rubbing his thumb in circles over his asshole, the feeling him pressing inwards slightly making him tense. And the other boy spreads his cheeks again, blowing, the cold making the goosebumps rise up on his skin, a shiver run through him.
Nick moans, exhaling a huge breath, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he feels Evan’s tongue against him, lapping, licking at his asshole, smearing the lube around, the wetness spreading to the inside of his thighs. The gasp is ripped from him as he feels the other boy dip his tongue in, the heated feeling making him push his ass backwards, desperately craving more. Nick mewls as Evan alternates between pushing his tongue in and light sucks, the other boy’s nose pressed up against his skin. Fuck. And his thighs are already starting to quiver, his legs feeling weak as Evan tongue fucks him, his moans muffled and lost in the other boy’s bedsheets, his face pressed into the bed, all his effort spent trying to keep his ass nice and high up in the air for Evan, the smell of citrus on the sheets filling his nose, reminding him of the smell in the other boy’s hair.
His noises only encourage Evan, and Nick lets out a pant of desire when the other reaches around to fist his cock, the slow stroking motion making the arousal build, Evan’s thumb smearing the precum over the tip. “Fuck, Evan, please.” Nick is only half aware of the other boy, the sound of his wanton moans filling the room, flooding his mind. “P-Please, please. Get in me.” His voice is shaky, his words garbled and only half-formed, dropping from his lips like small spurts of begging before ending in breathless moans. Rinse and repeat. He feels the loss as Evan stops his ministrations, the growl about to come out, but before he can protest, he feels Evan’s finger, slicked and probing at his hole, the first digit sliding in easily as Nick dissolves into a needy moan, Evan pumping into him far too slowly.
More.
He whines, and Evan chuckles, words low and sweet. “You’re so needy baby.” Nick doesn’t even gasp as the second finger goes in, the feeling of being filled every so slightly, Evan’s fingers slick against the inside of his walls as they move in and out. The gasp only comes as the other boy stretches him out, fingers spreading apart to scissor him open, a slow and steady stretch that makes Nick whimper with want to be filled with more. “So needy and beautiful for me, on your hands and knees. More?” The other boy doesn’t wait for his response, eliciting a sharp cry from Nick as a third finger is inserted, a feeling of fullness finally overcoming him, his hole clenching around Evan’s fingers as they go in. His legs are finally starting to give out, his thighs trembling even more as Evan runs his fingers in between his legs, and the other boy finally finds the sweet spot, Nick crying out as Evan brushes against it, curling his fingers deep into his ass, releasing the tension in his body that he isn’t even aware that he’s holding. He scrabbles at the sheets, digging his fingers in, moaning brokenly. “Oh, oh, oh, theretherethere, please, oh god.”
And he’s on the brink, the repeated pleasure as Evan thrusts his fingers in sending him into a dizzy spiral, the need to release hitting him hard and fast. “Shi-Evan, ‘m gonna come, want you in me so bad, please, please– Ev, c’mon, fuck me.”
It happens so fast that Nick nearly doesn’t realize, only the sound of the condom packaging ripping, the noise seemingly too loud, drowning out everything else in his head, and his low whimper at being denied his release provoking a guttural groan from Evan.
Nick groans as he feels Evan’s tip push into him. The latter continues to push himself in gently, knowing he’s big and Nick needs to take his time to fully get used to his girth. Nick can feel himself being stretched out even further, panting heavily at the feeling of the biggest cock he’s ever had.
“That’s it,” Evan praises, “that’s my baby,” he coos, Nick’s high-pitched moan falling out of his mouth involuntarily as he forces himself to relax and not clench too much, letting Evan fill him nicely. He feels incredibly full when Evan snaps his dick in before letting go, letting Nick dictate the rhythm and rock back onto his dick. “Perfect,” Evan grunts, enjoying the view of Nick’s ass rippling as it bounces on his hips. The sound of Nick’s desperate and wet moans accompanied with the slap, slap, slap of his ass hitting the other’s hips filling the room.
It was when Nick falls into a sex-drunk state, begging and moaning as he moves without an ounce of rhythm, just pure desperation that Evan grabs his hips and arches his back even more, angling his ass even higher into the air. Nick lets out a helpless whimper as Evan thrusts straight back into him, hands angrily grabbing Nick’s hips as he gives no time to wait, just jackhammers into Nick who is desperate for that sweet relief, a string of curse words and interrupted moans loudly falling out his lips as Evan takes him roughly, quickly.
“You love it, don’t you?,” Evan grits out, thrusts stuttering and brutal as Nick knows he’s about to come, “love being bent over, thick ass in the air,” he grunts, slapping Nick’s ass with a force than means there’ll be a handprint there for days, making the other squeal. “You love being a slut for me, huh?”
“I’m – I’m – please!- ” The brunette sobs, Evan nailing him on his prostate at every thrust.
“F-fuck, Nick. I’m close.”
It’s Evan’s awed wonder and pure arousal breathed into his name that does him in, making his body tense and his hole to tighten. Nick hears Evan let off a barrage of swearing, the thrusts into him becoming more forceful, the bed creaking with his brutal pounding, Evan’s grip on his waist tightening hard enough that Nick’s sure he’ll leave bruises blooming tomorrow as a reminder of tonight. And at first he thinks he’s chasing the high, but it’s the high chasing him as the spring coiling tightly finally releases.
He comes hard and fast, his mouth open in a silent scream as he falls limp, his legs fully giving way, his body continuing to ride out whatever Evan gives him, the other boy’s final few thrusts only extending his ebbing pleasure. Nick weakly cries out when he feels Evan come inside him, pulsating against his walls. Evan presses his front to Nick’s back as he groans, his thighs shaking from exertion and the earth-shattering orgasm.
Nick winces when the other boy finally does pull out, feeling hollow as Evan brushes his lips against his ass, peppering kisses against his skin as he lets Nick sink into the bed. He feels sated, still riding the high from his orgasm, and he lets out a slight groan of protest as Evan wraps his arms around him, pulling him in to spoon, the stickiness uncomfortable against his ass. He lets the other boy do it anyway, the warm breath against the back of his neck comforting as they cuddle.
It was when he was seconds away from closing his eyes that he has the daunting realization that he wasn’t supposed to be there. He maneuvers his upper body slightly, using his arms as leverage to pry himself from Evan’s grasp, rolling himself over to face the other boy, grimacing as his ass complains. Well, that’s gonna hurt in the morning. He’s not quite sure what to say, how to respond to the other boy, who seems to be half-asleep already as well, eyes blinking slowly, gaze unfocused as he searches Nick’s face.
“Well,” Nick coughs, feeling the regret starting to seep into him at letting this beautiful stranger fuck him into the best sex he’s had in months--maybe ever. The realization that he’s likely just another weekend hookup. “Uhh, this was good.” He wants to kick himself immediately after saying it, the words feeling unwieldy and awkward in his mouth. “I mean, this was great.” The greatest I’ve ever had. “But I think I’ve got to get going now. I mean, Madi’s probably wondering where I am and stuff, and it’s getting kind of late.” Nick feels himself babbling in his panicked state, but the words make Evan’s eyes snap open, suddenly wide-awake, an incredulous look on the other boy’s face.
“What the fuck are you talking about.”
Nick chews on his lower lip, suddenly acutely aware that he’s still naked, the thought of the few agonizing minutes pulling on all his clothes before he can sneak out of Evan’s room making the feeling of dread pool in his stomach. “I mean, I’m going to leave now? That’s what you want right? Just to fuck?”
“God, no.” Evan sits up, back ramrod straight, staring at him with an intensity that pins Nick down, unmoving. “First off, Madi is not going to miss you in the slightest.” The other boy pauses. “No offense, I’m sure you two have a great friendship, but I’m pretty sure she’s still occupied trying to get her tongue to touch a pledge’s tonsils right now.” Evan knits his eyebrows together in dismay. “And second, the only place you’re going right now is into the bathroom with me so we can shower, and I can clean you off.”
“Wait, you don’t want me to leave?” Nick asks hesitantly, the hope blooming in his chest.
The other boy gives him a confused look. “Wait, what did you think this is?”
“Uhhh, a one-night stand?”
The sharp bark of laughter from Evan startles him, seemingly out of character for the situation at hand. “Oh shit, wow. I guess Madi’s plan was to just… bring you here and hope we hit it off. It worked, of course.” Evan shakes his head, amused. “Madi’s been trying to set me up with you for months. Actually, before you even broke up with your ex-boyfriend I think. She spent the whole last semester ranting to me about how she hated your ex’s guts.” Evan’s eyes darken. “Something about not treating you right.” Nick gapes at him as Evan shakes his head. “She told me she’d drag you out tonight to meet me, but I guess she didn’t exactly tell you.”
“Oh.” Nick can feel his cheeks heating up, the warm fuzzy feeling entering his veins with an exhilaration he doesn’t expect. “So this wasn’t a one-time thing?”
“No, baby.” Evan sighs, pulling him into a hug, planting a kiss on his forehead before dragging him down into an embrace on the bed. “I’ll fuck you forever. Let me treat you dinner tomorrow? Maybe also a blowjob afterwards.”
Ugh, how romantic.
Maybe Nick doesn’t quite mind being called baby after all.
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“You’re not the third base coach, you know?” Layna teased Harry. “Well, you could coach people on third base, but that would be an adults only thing.”
“We have been to every single one of your nephew’s little league games this season. This is a big game, I’m paying atten-that was a ball, ump!”
“You’re going to embarrass him.”
“Plenty of other parents are-good eye, Joshy! It wouldn’t kill you to show your support.”
“Alright.” Layna clears her throat. “Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow…” the other players on the bench start singing along, and Harry rolls his eyes. “Did you even play sports growing up?”
“Of course I did.” Harry scoffs. “I played soccer, baseball, and I ran cross country.”
“Ooohh, a jock.”
“I wouldn’t put myself in that category. I didn’t do well in my classes, so I let myself be a good athlete. Oh, that call was bullshit. That’s a ball!”
Josh frowns as he comes back over to the bench, pulling his helmet off. Harry goes right over to him, and takes a knee to be at eye level.
“Hey, don’t let it get to you.” He assures the young boy. “That umpire needs better glasses. He probably knows the coach on the other team. You did great up there.”
“I should have swung. Grandpa always says to go down swinging.” Josh pouts.
“Next time you’re up to bat you can do that. Shake it off, yeah? No matter what, Auntie Layna and I are taking you for pizza and ice cream afterwards.”
“No way?! Just us three?”
“Just us three.”
“Cool!” Josh heads over to his coach and his teammates, feeling much better about his strikeout.
Harry makes his way back over to Layna and puts his arm around her shoulders. She looks up at him, grinning.
“What?”
“Nothing.” She giggles and buries her face in his chest. Harry laughs softly and curls his finger under Layna’s chin so she’ll look up at him. He shuffles them over to the side of the bleachers so they’re not front and center in everyone’s view. “It’s nothing.”
“Just tell me. Make fun of me for being like a baseball dad.”
“I wasn’t going to. I got that out of my system before.” She bites her bottom lip as she looks up at him. “You’re really part of the family.”
“I like your family. Well, not so much your parents, they’re in sane. But your brother’s kids are cool.”
“They love you.”
“I like being involved. I should volunteer next season.”
“It would take you an hour to get out of the city every day to make it here in time.”
“Meh.” He shrugs. “The coaches clearly aren’t teaching them fundamentals. They’re not boosting their confidence.” Layna giggles into his chest again. “What is it?”
“Nothing.” Her arms a wrap around his neck. “I just love you.”
“I love you too. Now tell me why you’re giggling. I’m obviously doing something.”
“I was just thinking…you’re going to be a great dad someday, and I really hope it’s to my children.”
“Who else’s father would I be?”
“I don’t know. You could decide you don’t like me anymore.”
“Not possible.” He looks around before sneaking a kiss. “Let’s go have sex in the car.”
“Harry!” She squeals. “We can’t.”
“Obviously not here, we’ll drive somewhere.”
“We can’t just leave. We promised pizza and ice cream.”
“You can’t just bring up wanting me to be the father of your kids and not let me do something about it.” He pinches her hip. “That’s a paddlin’.”
“Noooo, don’t be mean to me, daddy.”
“Now you’re really gonna get it.”
“After pizza and ice cream, I’ll let you fuck me in the car before we drive home.”
“And then?”
“And then you can fuck me all night long and make the bed shake and I’ll be a good girl and take everything you give me and thank you for it.”
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” He grins wickedly. “Consider the paddlin’ rescinded.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
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#no complaints#harry styles imagine#harry styles fic#harry styles smut#harry styles fluff#harry styles x reader#harry styles y/n#harry styles x y/n#harry styles#harry styles x oc
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Sweetheart can crush a watermelon between her thighs and I KNOW it
AND YOU'RE 100% RIGHT
18+ MDNI PLS I BLACKED OUT ON THIS
NO PENETRATION HAPPENS BUT STILL OTHER STUFF HAPPENS
(Leg Humping, thigh licking, Sweetheart being mean😱😱, praise, hair pulling, thigh kissing, thumb sucking, threatening(at the end) femdom? Yeah i think, choking (at the end), degradation, cumming in pants) idk what to call the last one 😭😭
Woooooo babes when Graves arrogantly dared Sweetheart to open a watermelon without using a knife, he didn't expect her to do THAT
He didn't believe her when she said she could do the dare. And that made Sweetheart irritated (everything Graves says and does make her irritated)
She had a frown on her face throughout the whole time she did it
Laid down the mat with a frown. Took her jeans off with a frown (IN FRONT OF GRAVES MIND YOU) grabbed the watermelon and sat on the mat with a frown. Placed the said fruit BETWIXTED her thighs with a frown. And then looked Graves dead in the eyes with a deep glare while crushing the watermelon with ease. Some of the insides of the watermelon splashed everywhere and on top of her thighs.
Graves was SHOOK
FROZEN TO THE CORE
HE WAS LIKE
Omg his mind went PSYCHO- Her legs are THAT STRONG?? like I know they're big but FUCK that was hot for no reason and I want that to be my head or my di-
"Ey. Graves." Sweetheart says with a low voice. She always used a cold, uninterested tone with Graves. And my god did it give him shivers. "I did your dare. Don't underestimate me, it makes ya look stupid." He shifts his feet, trying to hide his rapidly growing erection. With his arms crossed muting his rapid heart he clears his throat. "That was- impressive, I'll give ya that." He forces out. (That is n o t what he wanted to say)
"Didn't really complete the dare, Darlin'." He says with a smirk. Sweetheart looks up at him with wide eyes. "Are you serious?! I totally did, I opened the watermelon without using a knife!" She exclaims. Ugh God, his brat mode is on.
"Yeah, but it's everywhere. Very messy to even enjoy the melon." Graves pointed out. He knows she did the dare right. He doesn't know why he's like this, but he enjoys Sweetheart's outbursts. And he's so ready for this one.
"Then lick it clean."
....Or not. What the fuck--
"...'Scuse me?" Did he hear her right?
Her face is neutral, with no amusement or joke in sight. Still on the mat, she slowly widens her legs. "You said it's messy. Lick and eat it clean."
Philip didn't know what to do. Yes he did. He wanted to get on all fours and lick the juice on her meaty thighs. Feeling the heat from her soft, scarred brown skin while he moves up, up, up... all the way to her hips with his tongue.
But will he give her what she wants? She always gets her way around everyone, and it makes him annoyed. He huffs out a laugh with an exasperated expression. "You fucking serious? As much as that sounds like a good time, no way in hell am I doing that--" Philip's breath sucks back in when her hand cups his clothed erection. "This says otherwise." Sweetheart stated. He can see that tick of amusement smeared on her mouth, yet her eyes are still hard and cold zeroing on his crotch. Shit, he got caught.
Sweetheart hums as her hand paws through the denim of his jeans. She can feel his cock getting bigger and bigger through her fingers. Picturing his girth, his length, fuck-- the head of his cock. She never thought of his size, as she can't stand him. But her patience has run insanely thin with his attitude and obvious envy with her team. He needs to be knocked down a peg;
So why not do it now? In her own way?
She looks up at him with doe eyes, her dolly eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks. She smiles at him fully, which catches him off guard, until he feels a harsh pull against his jean belt hoop that makes him tumble to the floor. Eyes connecting with each other. Her grip on his jaw is painful, but not as painful as the stretch in his pants. She brings him close to her face, lips almost touching. Just a bit more, just a bit more and they'll actually kiss... how Graves has been dreaming of that to happen.
Fate is not on his side, however.
"Lick. It." She grits. Graves will is deteriorating by the second. With the sweat coming down his neck and a swallow of thick saliva, he changes his position. Now straddling her right leg, he stares at the wet sticky thigh. Different war scars and bullet holes scattered across the skin, like someone scratched and bruised pure gold. Sweetheart spreads her legs slowly, still looking at him with narrowed eyes.
You could at least say something. Graves thinks. Say anything to me. Please.
"Go on, Graves. Show me that you're actually useful." Sweetheart coos, in a sugary condescending tone. He closes his eyes and shivers. More.
His hands tremble when he grips the fat thigh, squishy and softer than he thought. The whine he let out when his tongue meets the sticky skin was so broken and desperate; wanting to please her.
"There we go," Sweetheart mumbles, her hand finding his hair and grabbing some. "Good boy. Use that filthy tongue. Always talkin' shit where you could be used for things like this." She chuckles, a dark undertone in it. "Who would've thought, huh? You being a fucking bottom bitch suits you." Yes. It does. It always has when it comes to you.
Sweetheart hears a broken moan come from Graves, seeing his hips snap on her shin. "Are you... Are you getting off to this?" She raises her voice at him, pulling his hair to meet her face. His short gasp and heavy-lidded eyes tell Sweetheart everything she needs. "Oh god, you are." Her face scrunches in disgust, not knowing that just turns him on more. "You're fucking disgusting ya'know that? Grinding on my leg like some bitch in heat." Her finger traces his jaw and flicks his wet chin. More. Please call me disgusting more. I need it.
Graves bites his lip, not wanting a loud moan out and cause attention from other people. His hips are still humping her shin, like he can stop it. He craves the friction of getting off. If Graves stops now, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.
"Do you like being a little bitch in heat? Hm?" She asks again in that sugar tone. Graves nods, brain turn into mush. "Yes... I'm a little bitch in heat... I'm a bitch and I need to cum-- please-" the grip in his hair tightens, making his eyes roll back and whine.
"Such a fuckin' whore." Sweetheart growls, shoving his head back to her thigh, tongue immediately licking and eating more of the watermelon. I'm your whore. I'm yours.
Sweetheart thinks of something, grinning like a devil when she moves her knee, making her shin go deeper into Philip's erection. "Fuck!" He yelps, his own legs clamping around her calf and hands clawing her cleaned thigh. "Awww, ya like that? Y'know what, since you cleaned my thigh, you deserve a reward. Don't you think so, little bitch?" Yes. Yes yes yes. I've been good. Please reward me.
Sweetheart looks at the huge tent in his pants while he babbles mindlessly. The dark spot on his jeans is getting bigger. She smirks and sighs. "You're such a mess, Philip." Her thumb interrupts his talking, his low moan made Sweetheart clench around nothing. She shakes off the heat that pools in her stomach and focuses back on Graves. "Go on, now. I want you to cum on my leg." She orders, his hips grinding faster into her shin. He sucks on her thumb, tongue swirling around her nail. Sweetheart's eye twitches; seeing Graves big, teary eyes and flushed face, that desperate face, is making her feel fuzzy and hot. Too hot.
She kisses her teeth and frowns, "This is taking too long." She mumbles. Her other hand grips his hip and forcefully moves him quicker while also rubbing her shin on his bulge. "Come on, Graves. I know you want to cum so be a good boy and fucking cum already." She whispers harshly in his ear and he whines, sucking on her finger harder. I'll be a good boy for you. Let me please you. Let me impress you.
He can feel the build up of his orgasm coming quickly, it almost feels too much. The quick friction on his cock, her thumb in his sweet mouth, her deep and ordering whispers in his ear, her scent; it's too much.
"There you go. Your breath is pickin' up-- you're close aren't you? Fucking finally." Sweetheart breathes out. She feels excited. She shouldn't be. "Now be the good little whore I know you are and cum for me." She says, moving to kiss his temple. That was it.
Graves let out a loud, broken moan as his hips stutter against Sweetheart. His legs shaking around her calf, his brain absolutely fried with pleasure. She coos, slowing down his hips and cupping his face. "Such a good job, Philip. Good boy." He sighs contently. I'm your good boy. I always want to be your good boy. Make me yours.
Sweetheart could've sworn she saw little hearts in his eyes. "I came f'you...M'a good boy.." Sweetheart chuckles at his slurring words. "Yes you are, honey. But just know this..." She moves her hand down to his throat and tightens. "Tell anyone about this, and I'll edge you until your dick falls off and feed it to you."
"Understand?"
He nods.
She smiles. "Good." She pushes him off and gets up. "Now go clean yourself off. No one wants to see your disgusting cum in your pants."
(I'm not very good 🧍♀️🧍♀️at writing smut but if I want to get better at it then I gotta keep writing it 🧍♀️)
#cod smut#philip graves#graves smut#modern warefare ii#black fem reader#modern warfare smut#black reader#cod x reader#cod oc#x fem!reader#black!reader#mw ii#mw2 graves#141 sweetheart#hunter's ask lounge ☕️
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