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friendly desires | choi soobin

summary: soobin is just a friend, he’s someone you talk to on occasion who you’ve struck a deal with one drunken night. if he helps you get with beomgyu, you’ll help him get with a girl he thinks he likes. what he didn’t expect was to fall for you instead when your attention drifted away from him.

➣ college au, smüt, fluff, friends to lovers

➣ friend!soobin x f!reader [she/her]

➣ 8.8k words

warnings: college, minors dni, fluff, smüt [oral {fïngering, handjob}. foreplay. breästplay. use of protection. doggy style. makeout. . honestly fluff at the end. soobin is kinda a himbo. jealous soobin. soobin is giving off switch energy. Soobin is a flirty/confident drunk.

song inspo: infrunami — steve lacy [you were right in front of me. girl, you’re the one I want]

Soobin couldn’t help but let his eyes haze over with a sort of calmness as he listened to you speak. He was drunk and tired but you were saying something that made him want to pay attention. He just looked so focused on what you were saying even with that lazy look in his eyes.

“Are you even listening?”

“Yeah,” he said as he took another sip of his beer trying to remember everything you had just told him, “You said something about having a crush on Beomgyu.”

“Oh my god don’t say that so loud,” you clung to his arm making him smirk wide enough to show one of those dimples of his as he looked around the packed apartment filled with drunk bodies.

“There’s nobody listening,” he said looking back at you. It’s true, the two of you were tucked away on a couch that had been pushed to a corner in the living room where a college party was currently being held. You released a sigh, “So? Somebody could be listening.”

“And yet they aren’t,” he whispered, still dazed from the alcohol as he leaned just a little closer to you. Finally, he got back to the topic, “And alright, you want me to help you get at Beomgyu? Fine, but I want something in return.”

Your brows furrowed, “I don’t need your help to that extent. I just want you to tell me some stuff about him.”

Soobin chuckled, “That’s lame, Y/n. What are you gonna do with that?”

You sighed looking straight forward in thought. You turned back to face him and said, “Fine. Maybe just set us up or something… but before I agree to anything I wanna know what you want first.”

“Easy, just get your friend Yuna to go on a date with me,” he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

You stared at him? “Yuna? You like Yuna?”

Soobin just shrugged, staring off into the distance, “I mean she’s cute.”

“I didn’t realize that was your type,” and you were being honest but not in a hostile way. Soobin was incredibly attractive but he’s not exactly your type. Or you don’t think he is anyway, you’ve never really thought about him at all like that.

“Eh, I’m trying something new,” Soobin said, slumping back on the couch, manspreading just slightly, holding his beer in hand between his legs. He looked at you waiting to see what you would say.

“She’s nice,” you said underwhelmingly so. Soobin smacked his lips in annoyance, “Too nice.”

You scoffed, “You’re such a masochist, you know?”

“Sue me, I like someone that takes the lead once in a while,” he said with a smirk that made you want to slap it right off his face.

“Um… no offense but you’re not Yuna’s type,” you chose to say instead of argue with him over the fact that he’s acting different than his usual shy self.

“What are you talking about, just look at me,” he said, making you sigh and roll your eyes as you slumped back, matching his relaxed position.

“Yes Bin you’re an attractive guy but she’s got a certain type, a complete book warm and she hates gym guys,” you said hearing him let out the loudest most dramatic sigh ever. Soobin looked down at his biceps, lifting his arm and flexing, “I’m not that big though.”

You looked at him like he had three heads. He smiled that lazy smile again as he shrugged, “Either way I’m not helping until you help me out too.”

You groaned in annoyance as you crossed your arms over your chest, “I’m not that desperate.”

He chuckled, “Sure.”

“I’m serious,” you argued with narrowed eyes as to why he was laughing.

“Yeah alright.”

With another roll of your eyes you huffed, “So what’s Beomgyu’s type?”

He released a stretched out sigh letting his eyes drift off somewhere else, “Don’t know.”

You glared at him but he pretended like he didn’t see it. He even had the nerve to yawn like he was just so bored talking to you that he was getting sleepy. You even sat forward to force him to look at you but he only side eyed you as you said, “Soobin.”

“Y/n.” He looked amused now knowing that any second you’ll go along with him. To him it’s an even trade; he gets you with Beomgyu, you get him with Yuna. Of course he won’t tell you that Beomgyu has already approached him about you, telling him you’re pretty.

“You’re really not gonna help me?” You asked now

but it’s rare for him to be making you the one nervous so how could he just give in?

“I would but I just don’t see me gaining anything from it,” he said with a shrug.

“Fine!” You gave in, bouncing in place just once as if to further prove your point, “I’ll help you go out with Yuna.”

“Perfect. Alright so Beomgyu doesn’t really have a type. Just someone pretty with a sense of humor,” he said, looking you up and down.

“That’s me,” you smiled hopefully while pointing at yourself with your thumb.

“Um sure,” he said just to annoy you because he likes when you get mad at him, especially right now that he’s drunk.

“Screw you,” you lightly hit his leg but he just smiled wanting to push you even further. “Don’t you wish.”

“Soobin, how drunk are you? 1-10?” You asked suddenly that he reacted on impulse and gave you the answer.

“8.5?”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you said with a little scoff.

His brows furrowed, “Why?”

“Because where’s my shy bunny friend?” You asked jokingly.

“I’m not shy with you anymore…” he said and he noticed now that the head buzz was slowly leaving and he could focus more, “You just scare me but not in a bad way.”

“How—“ “Y/n! Are you ready?”

“You’re leaving?” You asked looking up at Taehyun, your dear friend who drove you to this party tonight. He nodded, “Yeah, I’ve got class early tomorrow.”

“Ugh, fine let’s go.” You said with a sigh as you began to stand up.

“Wait Y/n…” Soobin shook his head and you could make out the redness in his cheeks from drinking as he held your wrist to keep you in place, “We’re not done talking. I don’t want to be aloneeeee.”

“Text me.”

“Okay.”

To clear things up, you and Soobin are friends but you aren’t friends. You see each other occasionally and during that single class you share, you sit near each other and partner up when necessary. You’re more of a ‘we randomly ran into each other so we’re gonna talk like crazy for a couple weeks before we drift apart’ type of friends’ You’re occasional friends who happened to run into each other at the party last weekend and just so happened to spend a lot of that time drunk and scheming.

“So I told her, I said, ‘Ma’am… we don’t have that shirt in that size and if we did it would be out on display’ and then she was like ‘Well let me speak to the manager because I don’t believe you’ and I turned around and said, ‘I am a manager’ then she threw the shirt at me and stormed out!” Kai was going on a tangent. He just got off work and he’s been talking your ear off over the awful shift he had. You and Yuna just listened to him rant and get it out of your system.

You were meeting tonight with your coworkers slash friends, Yuna and Kai. You worked at a streetwear shop that sold mostly graphic tees and things like cargo pants but it was a fun place to be at. It was a big store so the three of you were all managers, unfortunately that meant you very rarely get to work the same shifts together but you’ve gotten close lately.

Soobin found out you worked with Yuna because of the time he stopped into the shop. He had recognized her right away from one of his lectures but when he saw the two of you laugh together it didn’t take him long to tell you two were friends. He didn’t know that you were currently having dinner with her and Kai until he called you.

“Hello?” You answered as you slapped Kai’s hand away from your slice of pizza that he was trying to take since it was the last piece.

“Ow!” Kai yelled louder than he needed to and laughed as he lunged for Yuna’s plate only for them two to begin a slapping war. You rolled your eyes as you waited for Soobin to speak, “What?”

“What are you doing right now?” He asked as he sat in his bedroom waiting for you to get back. He was voted and the other night you two were talking so he wanted to know if you had any plans. He just wanted to hang out with someone and for some reason it just so happened to you.

“I’m having pizza with Yuna and Kai” You said, rolling your eyes at your two friends who were still fighting. Yuna was trying hard to get Kai to let go of her pizza slice while Kai tried shoving it in his face only to annoy her now. It wasn’t even about the pizza anymore.

“Yuna?” Soobin sat up immediately, “Where? I’ll meet you guys there. Shit, I’ll even invite Beomgyu.”

“Are you crazy? It’s too soon,” you said louder than you expected and the two you were with stopped fighting to stare.

“Who are you talking to?” Yuna asked as she finally shoved Kai back and took a big bite of her slice.

“Soobin, he asked if you guys wanted to hang out,” You said with a sigh as you heard Soobin cheer from the other end of the phone.

“Let’s go to the Arcade!” Kai shouted loud enough for Soobin to hear and he immediately agreed, “Taehyun’s gonna be so jealous he ditched us to go clubbing.”

“I highly doubt that,” you said as you hung up the phone once the plans were made.

The three of you left for the arcade and three guys met up with you there after some time. You looked between Soobin and Beomgyu and Yeonjun. You were familiar with all of them just seeing them around campus and such but you didn’t talk to the others as frequently as you talked to Soobin. Yeonjun was a fashion major and the department office was next to the Art office so you’ve seen him in passing before. He’s asked for help making posters for whatever fashion show they’re doing at the moment and you’re usually the one to help.

He gave you the typical bro handshake like you were one of the guys, “I didn’t know you were friends with Soobin.”

“Friends in the loosest term,” you joked, making Soobin gasp dramatically.

“Now that’s cold, we’re friends Y/n,” he said with an annoyed scoff as he narrowed his eyes at you, “How do you know each other?”

“Just saw each other around before,” Yeonjun said with a shrug. Soobin looked skeptical as he stared between you two and finally turned to Beomgyu, “Gyu this is Y/n and her friends.”

All of you awkwardly introduced yourselves and moved along.

“Y/n get your ass over here and play air hockey with me!” Kai shouted as he dragged you by the back of your shirt. Soobin took you by the arm basically making a tug-of-war, “Oh actually, Y/n said she’s never won a game of Zombie Apocalypse and you know who has? Beomgyu.”

“Huh?” You said before Soobin’s face scrunched up practically telling you to go along with him, “Oh yeah, I always get ate the fuck up.”

“Well now it's my mission to teach you how to survive,” Beomgyu said dramatically.

“Yuna, let’s play air hockey then, it’s four players, you guys in?” Kai asked Soobin and Yeonjun after you and Beomgyu left.

“I didn’t realize you’re the Y/n Soobin always talks about,” Beomgyu said when the two of you got into the gaming booth where you sit inside with play guns and a large screen showing the game. Your brows furrowed.

“Soobin talks about me?” You asked as you swiped your playing card and held the gun, “Oh my god, he talks shit about me, doesn’t he?”

Beomgyu laughed as the game began and zombies started coming forward slowly, “No, he doesn’t. He just brings you up every now and then so I always wondered about you.”

He was being honest, Soobin did talk about you sometimes so he got curious. He’s also seen you around campus before and he thinks you’re pretty he’s just never thought more on it since he didn’t have a reason to. When Soobin invited him out tonight he blindly agreed not expecting you to be here since his friend never elaborated. Imagine his surprise when he sees you greet Soobin and then it turns into a big group outing. Soobin must’ve read his mind or something because he was very quick to throw you two at each other—not that he minds, not at all.

Soobin was ecstatic and honestly you should be too. Despite his shy nature at first, Soobin definitely knows his way around girls, it just takes him a while to get comfortable. When he first found out you were hanging out with Yuna he immediately got excited and he pushed you toward Beomgyu the second you got here. He works fast and that’s why he’s ecstatic but he’s also deeply regretting his decision.

He should’ve made sure you were close to offer him help when he needed it but you ran off with Beomgyu without a second thought and okay sure, that’s his fault but how could you? How could you just leave him to fend for himself and go have your fun, and from the looks of it you were just having the best of time running around with Beomgyu.

“What’s your deal?” Yeonjun asked after watching Soobin glare at you and Beomgyu as he handed you a bear he just won.

Yuna was across from him playing ping pong and he was too distracted to even notice. He looked at Yeonjun, “Huh?”

“Oh, um,” Soobin looked around, “Give me a second, I’ll be right back.”

You had been waiting for Beomgyu to come back with drinks for you two when Soobin came over to your side. His hand barely grazed your back but it was enough to have you screaming and about two seconds away from hitting.

“It’s just me!” Soobin yelled, letting his hand go down to your waist for support, “Soobin.”

His touch was soft but warm and it was hard for you to not notice the way he kept his hand there despite having your attention.

“Oh my god, well you don’t sneak up on someone like that!” You said holding a hand to your chest moving away from his hold. He rolled his eyes, “Whatever, it’s not my fault you get spooked easily.”

“Don’t test me,” you said and for some reason that brought a mischievous smile to his lips.

“Why? What would you do to me?” He asked, taking a step closer as you rolled your eyes deciding to ignore him.

“Anyways, what do you want?”

“Oh I need you back there. I can’t talk to Yuna, I’m too nervous,” he said, making you scoff.

He looked down at you, “I’m nervous.”

A deep sigh left your lips as you pinched your brow in a small sign of frustration, “You’ve been talking about this for weeks. You got it.”

“I know, but uh, here’s the thing,” Soobin scratched at the top of his hair shyly, “Um… you know the idea of uh, the idea of… having a crush on someone is just uh, it’s just a lot more fun than actually going and doing something about it. Y'know?”

You gave him a blank stare, “No, I don’t know, you’re the one who asked to meet up since you found out I was with Yuna.”

He picked up on a hint of annoyance in your voice. He cleared his throat looking to the group he left behind where Yuna was now just talking with Kai and Yeonjun. He licked his dry lips, “I just mean, I thought I liked her but now the thought of actually asking her out just doesn’t seem all that great.”

You gave a single nod as if trying to understand him and he looked down at you hopefully. He towers over you but you’ve got this mean mug that gets him every time and he would be lying if he said you didn’t intimidate him at times. Like right now.

“So what you’re saying right now is that you’ve spent the last two weeks talking my ear off about the girl you like only for you to not do anything about it?” You asked, looking a little more annoyed than before. Soobin’s blank puppy face wasn’t doing anything to help his case no matter how cute he looked and with parted lips in surprise he nodded his head in response.

Another deep sigh left your lips as you turned away, “What happened to that confident guy at the party?”

“Well, I was feeling a lot more confident talking to you,” Soobin said pointing an accusatory finger at you, “But you just had to bail on my and go find Beomgyu.”

“Um excuse me, you’re the one who pushed me to Beomgyu,” You told him, “You were so eager to get things moving and now you regret it?”

“Yeah bu—“

“Hey Bin,” Beomgyu said as he handed you a drink and offered a third to him, “I saw you here so I brought you a drink. What are you guys talking about?”

“About how Y/n is the meanest person in the world,” Soobin said with an angry pout.

“I think you’re nice,” Beomgyu said with a shrug.

“Don’t compliment Y/n!” Soobin yelled and you nudged him from the back because what was he thinking? Isn’t the whole point of this that Beomgyu falls for you and Yuna falls for him?

“Only I can,” he muttered under his breath, “Kidding.”

Beomgyu just looked at him suspiciously as he made an excuse to go back to Yuna.

“What’s got you in a mood?” Taehyun asked looking at Soobin who had this obvious pout on his face, “Y/n.”

“Ah, so you’re jealous,” Taehyun said, as he stood behind the register of the store you worked at. Soobin had stopped by to see if Yuna was around but he ended up looking for you instead.

“A little.” Soobin said without a thought. He shook his head, “Wait no, not like that. I meant like, I’m jealous of Y/n, not jealous because of her.”

“Why? Y/n sucks,” Taehyun said casually like they were discussing the weather.

“Because Y/n was talking to Beomgyu and she just made it look so easy,” Soobin said and he honestly doesn’t get it. It’s not usually so hard for him to get a girl, he doesn’t usually have to work for it. Yes, he’s quiet at first and can get overwhelmed but if he puts his mind on someone there’s no doubt he can get them.

Why is he struggling being around Yuna when he’s supposedly into her?

“Oh so you’re jealous of Beomgyu?” Taehyun asked.

“No! Listen, Y/n just…” Soobin started.

“I just what?” You asked so suddenly he screamed. Soobin turned around facing the entrance of the store where you and Yuna walked in from.

“You don’t work today,” Taehyung said with a scowl as he looked at you two, “Unless you plan on clocking in and letting me leave early.”

“No, not planning that at all,” you said before lifting your hands which were full of shopping bags, “We were shopping and decided to come say hi.”

You looked toward Soobin, “What are you doing here?”

“Oh uh, I just, I wanted to see if Yuna was here, I was gonna stop by and say hi,” Soobin said looking toward her. You just nodded leaving the two to it as you joined Taehyun to see if there was someone the two of you can talk shit about for a few minutes.

“The other night was fun,” Yuna said as she and Soobin stood off to the side somewhere in the store. He smiled, “Yeah.”

“Y/n and Beomgyu seemed to hit it off, right?” Yuna asked, trying to make conversation with him. Soobin just nodded looking over to where you and Taehyun talked.

“You think so?” Soobin asked with a clear of his throat as he looked back at her, “What’s Y/n’s type, anyway?”

Don’t ask him why he was curious because he doesn’t know. He just remembers when you asked him if Yuna was his type and he never asked you if Beomgyu was yours. If you asked him now if Yuna was his type he would once again say not really. She’s not his ideal type but he liked her because she was cute. He wanted to know if Beomgyu was your type or if you too were only into him because of his looks.

“Um, I don’t really know,” Yuna said with a shrug, “I’ve never really asked, why?”

“Just… you know, Y/n’s a lot to handle,” he said making her smile.

“Yeah, Y/n likes things done her way so she usually takes the lead. I guess I would say someone who’s okay following her around and being told what to do,” Yuna said only half joking.

Soobin was taken back, now he might be mistaken.

He might seriously be mistaken but that’s him, right? Practically!

He would follow Y/n around if she asked him to.

Wait, what?

“Why?”

“Huh?” Soobin asked, looking completely dumbfounded, “Oh um, just curious.”

“About?” You asked coming up behind him, making him scream just like he did early. You rolled your eyes, “Jeez, why are you so jumpy today?”

“Are you going to see Beomgyu again?” He blurred out making your brows scrunch in confusion.

Beomgyu was cute, he was really cute and you had fun with him the other night but how could Soobin expect you to know the answer right now? You haven’t even talked to Beomgyu since then and that was already a couple days ago. You can’t tell if he’s into you or not and despite following each other on social media neither one of you reached out to the other.

“I don’t know,” you told him honestly and he smacked his lips in annoyance as he rolled his eyes.

Yuna excused herself when Taehyun called for her and suddenly it was just you two and neither one of you made a move to leave. You nudged his arm softly, “Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

“No,” He said while doing it again and you scoffed.

You took a deep breath to prepare yourself to ask, “Are you mad at me?”

“I don’t know.”

“I thought it went good with Yuna but you’ve been acting weird now,” you said in a whisper as you took a step toward him, “Are you not into her anymore?”

“I don’t know!” His voice rose as he took another step closing the gap between you even more, “I mean… I don’t know. No?”

“No? What are you talking about? I thought the whole point was that you would go out with Yuna and I would try it out with Beomgyu,” you said and he just huffed.

“I don’t want you to try anything out with Gyu,” he rushed out without meaning to. He looked just as confused by what he said as you did. He took a deep breath, “I’ll see you in class?”

Your brows furrowed, “Wait what?”

He was already walking away as you called for him, “Soobin, you’re leaving already?”

He didn’t respond and you looked at the others very confused.

You don’t understand what just happened. Soobin seemed… he seemed jealous almost? He kept asking you about Beomgyu and the other night at the arcade too, he just interrupted you two and left Yuna behind as he thirdwheeled you instead. On top of that, you’re not sure how you feel about the fact that he might be jealou.

Were you overthinking it? What if that’s not how he meant to come off at all and you’re just overthinking it?

You also can’t seem to fathom the way your breath hitched when he had gotten closer to basically tell you he didn’t want you to get close to Beomgyu. You’ve never thought of him this way but even you can’t deny the fact that Soobin is hot. He’s making you feel things from the way he’s acting and you don’t know if you have a right to feel this way.

If he hadn’t stormed off maybe you would be able to understand better about why he’s not so sure about Yuna anymore. Did this mean she was out of the question? Did Yuna develop anything for him yet and if so what did that mean for your growing feelings?

You just need him to give you one little sign on how he’s feeling.

Soobin was young and confused, so what did a typical young and confused person do on a Friday night at some college party? Get drunk.

Yup, they get drunk and that’s exactly what Soobin is planning to do because for some reason he can’t get you out of his head. He doesn’t even know how this happened when just a couple weeks ago he only saw you as a friend. He thought he was into Yuna for fuck’s sake!

When did you become the center of his attention?

Well, Soobin knows when. It’s when he introduced you to his beloved friend Beomgyu. For some reason that bothered him a bit and he didn’t even realize it at first. Also, it was completely his fault! He shouldn’t have introduced you to each other but he honestly thought nothing of it. At first you were just a friend asking him for a favor and it became a trade.

The thing that really made him realize his mistake was the night of the arcade. He hung out with Yuna and the others yet the entire time he thought about you. He would look over and catch you laughing over something Beomgyu said and he just wanted to know what was so damn funny. He can make you laugh too.

A feeling began to set in his chest and when he went on social media and saw that the two of you were following each other now he only became more annoyed because what would you be talking about when he’s not around?

He wondered if the two of you were talking as much as he talked to you.

It wasn’t until the day at the store that he realized what was the problem. He didn’t want you to give attention to Beomgyu. He wanted it all for himself. He spent months being shy around you and not being able to get closer to you sooner that it annoyed the shit out of him because it was so easy for Beomgyu to get your attention!

It just got him thinking on this bus ride to the party tonight. He thought; Well, I just have to try harder to get Y/n back, right?

At the party he needed liquid courage to even face you but he would definitely go find you some time tonight. Yeonjun laughed at the way Soobin threw himself down on the random couch against the wall, “Hey stranger.”

“Hey,” Soobin said as he threw back his head and took another drink from his cup, “Have you seen Y/n?”

“Yeah, right there,” Yeonjun said waving at you as you made your way over with Kai next to you. Good, at least you weren’t talking to Beomgyu. Soobin loves his friend, but if anyone should be with you, it’s him, right? Beomgyu doesn’t even know anything about you! And okay, maybe Soobin doesn’t know much about each but at least he’s been to your place! Who cares if it was to study or do a project.

He did the unthinkable as you got closer. He reached out an arm to touch your waist and just like that he was pulling you onto his lap.

“Soobin,” you whined as you tried to get up but he didn’t let you.

“There’s nowhere else to sit, Y/n,” Soobin said in a deep voice that had you looking at him and his dark eyes. Confident Soobin was back.

His eyes didn’t tear away from your face as you looked around and he was right, there really was no room elsewhere.

“I’m heavy,” you complained, still trying to see if there was a way out of this before your mind started playing tricks on you again by making you think Soobin might like you.

“Where else do you plan on sitting then?” He asked with an amused smile as he looked around. He wasn’t worried for his friend Beomgyu who seemed content talking to the group he’s hanging with and Yuna was here too but off somewhere else. His little schoolboy crush on her was over the second he realized you might slip away from him. He’s not going to let you go.

You gave up on arguing with him over it and made yourself comfortable on his lap, feet barely touching the floor from the length of his legs that kept you up. Soobin’s arms were around your waist the entire time too as if making it clear you weren’t going anywhere. Maybe you both were a little too tipsy to focus on this sudden shift between you two but neither one of you was going to back down.

“Y/n! I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Kai said as he cut through the crowd of people to get to you, “Wanna play beer pong?”

“Right now?” You asked as you looked down at the hand that was on your waist wondering if Soobin would move it away but instead he fully wrapped it around your front securing you even more to his lap.

“Where’s Yuna?” Soobin asked and you felt your heart drop just a fraction at the thought that he would prefer her. He took you by surprise when he said, “I’m sure she’d join you, Kai.”

Kai looked down at the two of you with skeptical eyes, “What’s up with you guys?”

You opened your mouth to speak but Soobin beat you to it, “I want Y/n’s attention.”

Yeonjun audibly gagged as Kai scrunched up his face cringing. Even you looked slightly taken back as you turned to look at him but Soobin just gave you that lazy drunken smile of his. Yeonjun stood, “Alright I’m leaving.”

Kai joined him and when it was just you two on the couch you made a move to get off his lap but he didn’t let you. You knew Soobin was strong because the guy worked out twice a day but whew, when he actually shows you his strength it takes you by surprise. You laughed nervously as you placed your hands over his, “Let me sit.”

“Why? I’m not comfortable enough for you?” Soobin asked with a teasing smile as he felt you relax in his hold again. He couldn’t help himself as he said, “Would you prefer Gyu over me?”

You scoffed with a laugh, “Is that what this has been about? You’re jealous?”

“A little,” he said honestly, “Don’t want you paying attention to anyone but me.”

“Really? Shouldn’t you be saying that to Yuna?” You asked and he stopped to think about it.

He remembers when you came up to him asking about Beomgyu. At first he was surprised but he was a little too drunk to feel anything. He remembers telling you to get him with Yuna but now he wonders if it’s because he really did like the girl or because you showed interest in someone else.

“I want your attention, not hers,” he said and he was being honest, “And you didn’t answer my question.”

“What question?”

“Do you prefer Gyu over me?” He asked, looking you in the eyes now as you laughed, shaking your head no.

“No, I don’t. You’re confusing me though,” you told him and he sighed.

“You’re really going to make me say it?” Soobin asked with a sigh as he ran a nervous hand through his hair, “I’m into you, Y/n.”

You nearly choked as you stared at him with wide eyes, “Since when?”

“I don’t know, a while? I just didn’t want to say it,” Soobin said, “And I��ll be honest with you. I always thought you were pretty hot but we were friends, y’know? You came to me about Beomgyu and I thought nothing of it and told you about Yuna, but I never… well I just thought she was cute. I think I only said that because you said something about Beomgyu.”

You took a deep breath as he continued, “But then I couldn’t stop thinking about you with him and I realized that I really hated the idea of you two because where would that leave me?”

He looked away from you a little embarrassed now that he’s realized the alcohol in his system was slowly slipping away along with his confidence. He couldn’t face you but he could tell your expression. Your lips were parted in surprise and your brows were furrowed in confusion, yet… you weren’t mad.

“Soobin,” you sighed, making him look down at his hands as one rested on your thigh, “I think, I think I feel the same.”

It was still a little confusing because not that long ago you considered him a distant friend. If this was happening now it’s still something foreign to you both but neither of you seemed completely against the idea of being something more.

He took you by surprise as he laughed, “Fuck.”

You looked at him as he ran his fingers through his blond hair once again, “I really want to kiss you right now, just to… um… I just want to try it.”

“So do it,” you found yourself saying and he looked at you with doe eyes trying to see if it’s what you really wanted. When you didn’t take back what you said he nodded. Without wasting another second your jaw warmed with his touch. He was pulling your face toward his and your lips touched suddenly.

He breathed out through his nose, sighing at the feel of your soft lips. His head tilted to one side as you shifted on his lap just slightly to kiss him better. He kept one hand on your waist but the other made its way to your hair keeping you in place as he pulled away to catch his breath.

You looked at each other through glossed over lustful gazes. A lazy smile appeared on his face before he smashed his lips against yours again. He dipped his head lower to deepen the kiss, his tongue swiping against your lips and it took you by surprise. Usually you were the one telling Soobin what to do but he clearly had no problem initiating the kiss. You leaned forward, back arching a little as you planted the palm of your hand flat on his thigh feeling the muscle underneath.

A loud scream pierced through your ears and you nearly jumped out of Soobin’s hold accidentally nipping his bottom lip with your teeth. He hissed at the pain and was surprised by the fact that it made him blush when you did it. He looked up at you as you looked in the direction that the scream came from.

Taehyun stood there with Beomgyu and he looked completely shocked, “You! What—Did I just,” he rubbed his eyes as if he was waking up from a dream, “Did they just kiss?”

“I think the term is made out,” Beomgyu said, not looking bothered by this at all, “And on a stranger’s couch at that.”

“You know, I had a feeling something was going on,” he said to Taehyun, “The day of the arcade Soobin was talking about Y/n so much to me but then when we hung out he kept interrupting. I just knew something was up.”

That would explain why he never reached out to you after the arcade day. You awkwardly moved off Soobin’s lap as he relaxed into the couch and man spread his legs, “Yeah, I know. My bad.”

He didn’t even look apologetic because now he was too giddy about the fact that you kissed him, bit him too. He licked at the small cut on his lip now from when you bit him and smirked, “Sue me, I didn’t want you alone with Y/n after all.”

“I’m so confused,” you said suddenly as you looked at them all before landing your eyes on Taehyun, “And why’d you scream? You made me bite Soobin.”

“I kinda liked it,” Soobin mumbled in embarrassment as he blushed trying to hide his smile.

Taehyun and Beomgyu both gagged, “You two are sick. You ruined my drunk and now I have drunk even more to get it back.”

Soobin stood up with a huff, “Fine, we’ll leave, how about that?”

“We will?” You asked as you took his outstretched hand that helped you up. He nodded with a smile.

You’re not sure what happened in between leaving the party and finding yourself on Soobin’s bed but here you were, sitting across from each other. Music played quietly in the background and he had those typical LED lights on to a shade of dark purple.

“Do you regret it?” He asked you as he played with the end of your shorts as your legs splayed over his , “Or would you do it again?” He looked up at you with curious puppy eyes that he somehow made hot.

You knew he was talking about the kiss and his shy nature seemed to come back now that it was just you two but it didn’t conceal his lustful gaze. You didn’t say anything for a moment and finally inched closer to him. He didn’t need much of an answer when you pressed your lips to his once more and there was a hint of a smile into the kiss as he deepened it, dipping his head low. You straightened your back hoping to get closer to him, your hands going to his thighs for support.

You still sat across from each other but Soobin was reaching for your hips to pull you even closer in front of him.

“Wanna keep going?” You asked, letting your hand slip down from his neck to his chest. He nodded into the kiss letting you take the lead as your fingers ran over his pecs and abs. He doesn’t care who takes control as long as you don’t stop touching him. His hands slid down to your spine, slipping his fingers under your shirt just a little bit. Your legs were crossed with his as you sat facing each other to kiss and Soobin towered over you just a bit. Your tongue slipped into his mouth massaging against his making him breathe heavily through his nose so he wouldn’t have to pull away.

You released a small grunt as it became hard to breathe and leaned back to pull away. Soobin released a quiet groan as he followed your lips making your back arch into him. Finally you held him by the shoulders and pulled back with a laugh, “Jeez, didn’t know you wanted to kiss me that bad.”

He laughed lightly, “Neither did I.”

You watched the way he slumped back in the bed using his hands to hold himself up, legs stretched out around you. Soobin looked extremely… sexy. You moved onto your knees as you leaned over him to connect your lips again.

He kissed you back hungrily as one of your hands came up to touch his chest before descending down his and again. He sucked in his stomach unintentionally as you traveled your finger down it toward the hem of his jeans all the while still making out. He brought a hand up to cup your face as he felt your fingers tug at his buttoned up jeans. He let you unzip them and lower them as much as possible in his current position.

You’re not surprised to see that he’s hard, considering you haven’t been able to keep your hands off each other for some time now. You’ve also been drinking and kissing.

You struggled to tug his briefs down barely getting them under his member and having to dig your hand into them. You finally slipped your hand over his member, relishing in the size of him as your palm ran over his tip.

His mouth formed an 'O' shape against yours at the first feel of your fingertip running along his tip already feeling some slick m. Soobin let his head fall back as he focused on the feel of your hand.

"Fuck," he groaned feeling your hand stroke his member upwards, tightening a little more at the base, before softening along his head. Focusing on his top you circled your fingers around the part under the head before stroking it with your palm.

“Does it feel good?” you asked as you brought your other hand down under his cock, massaging his balls. He gave up on control for just one second and fell back on the bed only using his elbows to keep him up. His head was thrown back as he mumbled blissfully, “Feels good.”

A groan fell from his lips as you pulled your hands away from his aching length and he looked at you displeased with wet swollen lips.

You didn’t say anything as you sat back on your haunches and reached for the end of your shirt before pulling it off swiftly. Soobin was frozen for a second as he took in the size of your chest. Another groan caught in his throat when you got up just enough to pull down your shorts and kick them off. You looked at Soobin and without another second wasted he tugged off his own clothing until he was naked. You sat pretty between his legs admiring his abs and talk figure. His eyes down your body, mouth going dry and cock twitching when you lowered yourself down toward it.

His breath hitched as you wrapped a hand around his base and took him in your mouth. Your little handjob should’ve been enough teasing, you just wanted to get him off. It didn’t take long for Soobin to set a pace of thrusting into your mouth lightly, feeling the way your tongues licked up his length each time you would pull.

Your hand jerked off whatever didn’t fit in your mouth and when he touched the back of your throat it only made more saliva spill out.

“Y/n, I’m gonna cum, fuck,” Soobin moaned as his eyes squeeze shut, his abs flexed in intense pleasure as he tried holding off just a little longer but he couldn’t. Not anymore.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” string of curse words left his lips as he released down your throat suddenly and you just swallowed it up. He breathed heavily as you slowly made your way off so as to not overstimulate him but you could see that he never lost his erection despite cumming down your throat.

You got up to kiss him softly, “You did so good, baby boy, and still so hard.”

He groaned into your mouth, he tried very hard to let you lead that moment but now he’s ready for his turn. He swiftly pulled you down to the bed until you were laying down and he was sitting on your side. You looked at him with soft eyes and took off your bra without him even needing to ask.

Soobin thought you looked like a nice little plaything for him right now. His hand ran between your breasts sliding across your left and squeezing just enough to feel the weight of them. You took a deep breath as he ran a thumb over your nipple.

It felt good to have his big hand touching your tits but what had you withering was his other hand which made its way between your legs and under your panties.

“So pretty,” he mumbled through pouty lips as his eyes scanned your naked body, tugging down your underwear until you were fully undressed too. His middle finger ran along your folds making sure to spread your slick around and coating your clit with it. You watched as he brought his mouth down to the mound of your breast, a hand pinching a nipple and another touching your wet pussy.

“Soobin,” you gasped feeling his lips circle around the hardened bud of your breast and suck lightly all the while the hand on your cunt began to rub your clit at a faster pace. You were so close and you can see his hardened dick bobbing, begging for friction. Your lips drew apart as his middle finger began to push into your entrance, hips bucking trying to get him in deeper.

He looked up at you, tongue flicking your nipple as his other hand groped the flesh of your left breast. His hand toyed with your wetness using it as an aid for an easier push of his finger into your heat. The whimpering mess you left him earlier was gone and back was a confident Soobin who knew what he was doing.

He knew you were getting close from the way your walls tightened around his finger and it made him want to stretch you further. His tongue never stopped wrapping around your nipple and tugging at it with his teeth pushing moan after moan out of you. With the stimulation of his mouth on your tits and his finger pushing through your folds to join his middle finger, you felt very close.

Your hips began to shake and Soobin sped up his thrusts making sure to curl his fingertips and push against that soft spot that had you moaning out his name. Soon enough he felt your walls tighten just before the warmth of your release coated his fingers. Not once did he stop kissing your tits and you quite literally had to pull him up by his hair to get him off.

You focused your attention on evening out your breathing as Soobin got up for a second and rummaged through a drawer. When he came back to you he patted your thigh, “Turn around.”

You were a little surprised by his deep and intimidating demeanor but did as told anyway as you rolled onto your stomach watching as he tore into the condom wrapper and managed to slide it onto his hard cock himself. Still stroking his member he crawled back onto the bed before pulling your thighs up so that your ass was more in the air and you fixed yourself into the right position, face in a pillow.

Soobin bit into his bottom lip to suppress a loud moan as he pushed the tip into your entrance. You released a moan blissfully at the stretch of his cock pushing through a familiar ring of nerves. He’s been waiting for this and he knows he won’t last long at al. That was only more reason for him to get rough.

He might let you tell him what to do and give him attitude any other time, and he might’ve let you take the lead tonight but if he’s in your pussy then he’s the one in control. He has no problem following you around like a good puppy but if he’s balls deep in your cunt then he’s going to get a little too eager to be pliant.

You moaned into the pillow as he fucked you from behind. He dropped down over your back so that you were pressed into his chest and fucked you like a man in heat.

“Oh fuck, baby,” the pet name slipped out but you weren’t opposed to the term at all. Actually, it made you lean your head back to meet his and throw an arm around his neck to make him kiss you from behind.

“I’m so close, baby,” you said back and he nearly growled into your ear, “Fucking me so good.”

The praise got to him as he slammed his hips into yours swallowing your loud cries of pleasure with his tongue down your throat.

Just like that, your body trembled as he felt your release threatening to push him out. He pulled away from the kiss to drop his head down on your shoulder and came into the condom.

It took you both some time to calm down, Soobin peeled his sweaty body away from yours, lips gulping dryly as he stared up at the ceiling still coming down from his orgasm. His mouth was dry, his eyes stung and his blond hair stuck, his forehead drenched in sweat. He was living proof of a man who just had the fuck of his life. When he was actually able to swallow and breathe properly he moved off of you, hand on your thigh as he helped you onto your back.

The bed dipped as he fell onto it next to you and your eyes met. The sex fueled haze has disappeared and all that was left was two laughing friends as he took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

“Come here,” you mumbled, lifting an arm up and he crawled into the small space and hugged you from the front. His face rested on your bare chest as his tall figure huddled around you.

“I never knew you can get so rough,” you said with a small giggle that had him hiding his face in embarrassment.

“Did you like it?” He asked, throwing an arm around your side, “In bed, I mean. I would never be mean or rough on you anywhere else.”

You just smiled, “I liked it, you can be a little mean to me if you want to.”

He shook his head with furrowed brows as if the idea was so beyond his comprehension on why he would want to be mean to you.

Now he remembers when you asked him if ‘cute’ was his type and how he said he prefers them a little mean. He didn’t realize then but he was referring to you and despite your usual cold nature, you were surprisingly warm during sex and he liked both sides of you.

“You like me, right?” He asked suddenly, “I don’t have to worry about you leaving me for someone else, right?”

“Yes Bin, I like you and I wouldn’t leave you for someone else.”

“Not Beomgyu, right? I mean, he’s a total brat y’know,” Soobin began, “He would never do what you say.”

“And you would?” You asked him, making him nod his head.

“I always do what you say,” he admitted, trying to make sure you realized he’s totally fine with you telling him what to do as long as you praised him too.

He wanted you to know that despite getting a little rough during your fuck, he will still very willingly let you take the lead in the relationship. It was perfect for him, he could let loose and have sex with you while also just following everything you do and not think. He just wants someone who will tell him what to do.

“So then when should we go out?” You asked and he smiled shyly now. He kissed your collarbone, hand already rubbing at your sides as if the thought of actually going out for him aroused again.

“Tomorrow, early morning.”

“What do we tell the others when they ask about earlier?” You asked now and he rolled his eyes.

“That we’re seeing each other,” he said using that same voice he did when he was hitting it from behind, not the shy tone but the firm one that let you know that’s how it was gonna go.

His continuous switch from letting you decide and him being the one to make decisions was sending you in a spiral but you liked it too. He’s clearly a good match for you when you’re exactly the same.

Maybe he really was in front of you the whole time.

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 2 years

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Runaway || D. Targaryen x Targaryen!reader

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Summary: In which you visit your uncle in the brothel after he disrespected your late baby brother, you propose something that shocks him.

With a roll of your eyes, you manoeuvre your body around the near naked ones scattered around the brothel. The sight of the a silver haired lady in black and red was quite the shock to the crowds.

What in Gods name was the Princess doing in a brothel late at night? Nearing the steps to go deeper in the bowels, a young boy points to a direction giving you a nod as you nod back.

You hated this place, the obnoxious sounds of over-exaggerated moans were making your ears bleed. You walked with confidence, knowing your only purpose is to confront the idiot who disrespected your late baby brother.

Walking into a more secluded area, you scoff at the sight before you. Daemon laid resting on the floor, his shirt half unbuttoned as two girls sat around him. Their giggling stops once they spot you.

You cross your arms as the two whores quickly get up and walk away, leaving you and Daemon. Your uncle has yet to open his eyes, in his hand, a goblet of wine.

Frustrated by his ignorance, you take the goblet in your hand before splashing the contents on Daemon’s pretty face. He immediately sits up, coughing as he glares at you.

“Hello to you too, Princess” He snarls, wiping his face. “Have you no self-control of what you say, dear uncle?” You spit, alluding to the words he spoke earlier on in the night.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, speak plainly, niece” Daemon rolls his eyes as you stay crouched infront of him. “Heir for the day? Does that a ring a bell? or is your head too fucked up by the idea that you still have a chance to sit on the throne” You search his eyes, he glances at you before looking away.

“Some grieve in different ways y/n-“ You cut him with a slap across his face; your hand stung at the contact. His face swung to the side, he rolls his tongue against his cheek as he slowly nods.

“Are you fucking spying on me now?” He bitterly chuckles, “No,” You shake your head, “But Otto Hightower is, it was unfortunate how I had to hear it from that-“

“Cunt.” Daemon finishes for you as you pause, his eyes staring boring into yours. “We both know he’s the bane of most our problems, y/n.” Your uncle was right. Most people around you knew, but your father is too weak to notice.

“Don’t divert this conversation to that old hag,” You scoff, “That cunt had nothing to do with the words that rolled off your tongue” You press your finger on his chest as he leans his head on the wall.

“It was in the moment, I was drunk and upset, upset about fucking crispin or whatever his name is embarrassing me infront of our family!” He ranted, his voice getting louder by the second.

“Please, don’t blame your misfortunes, uncle-“ You were cut off by Daemons hand coming to the back of your head, pushing you towards him.

“I am speaking the truth dear niece, you out of everyone know I only do, don’t come barging into my only place of peace” “You have been given chance after chance Daemon, but I don’t think my father will forgive you for this time” You whisper, your voice slightly breaking as tears weld up in your eyes.

Seeing the tears threatening to come out, Daemon cradles your face in his hands as he places a kiss on your cheek lovingly. “I’m sorry. I truly am. If I could go back and change it, I would” He quietly says, his breathe smelt like alcohol.

“Leave King’s landing, let this all cool off, and maybe then, will my father forgive you” You insist, taking his hands from your face. Daemon sighs, “You want me to leave?” He furrows his eyebrows at you.

You stay still for a moment, trying to think of something to say. “Not without me” Your words shocked Daemon, “Princess-“ “I’ve always thought about this moment Daemon. Us running away together to Dragonstone, away from King’s Landing, away from all the politics. So let’s do it, and be done with all this bother” You rant to your uncle.

Daemon studies your face before rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb. “Are you sure ñuha jorrāelagon?” His voice soft, with a nod of your head, he presses his lips onto yours. (my love)

Your lips moved on their own and you smile at the familiarity of his tender lips that would spend hours on end peppering every inch of your body. “Let’s leave” You pull back, your forehead resting on his as he smirks.

“To Dragonstone then.”

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emotionallydrainedtrash · 2 years

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L'art d'aimer

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Enjolras x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, suggestive banter, PDA.

Summary: The Revolution long over, Enjolras found a girl and settled down. Him and his wife enjoy his birthday at home with old friends.

A/N As is evident, Enj and his mates lived. I hate death, especially theirs so they made everybody else eat dust instead.😤 Reblogs and feedback is so greatly appreciated! And I know Enj is very homo, me too, but this is very self-indulgent and I guess this makes it a notcanon OOC Enjolras but so be it! I needed a lil' bit of revolutionary x his wife in my life. I also wrote this picturing Aaron Tveit's Enj as opposed to Joseph Quinn's cause to me his version seems more likely to be hetero/fem attracted than Joe's but hey, whatever suits you.

"There's the happy couple!"

"Courferyac, you are in our house. Where else would we be?"

Courf chuckled, clearly tipsy as he spoke, "Forgive me. Your champagne is a little too delicious."

Laughing at his friend, Enjolras moved to sit down. Another trip around the sun had passed for him and his wife had organised a celebration. Marriage was hardly something the Enjolras of six years ago would've considered but times were different now. He'd met the love of his life and devoted himself to her, so clearly changed from his youth.

Even now she could feel his eyes on her as she moved to refill her teacup. Looking up from the teapot in her hands she met his gaze and smiled, eyes sparkling at the grin he returned. This was a new, softer, more relaxed Enjolras and she was proud to have been the one allowed to peel back the layers of strength and stoicism he flaunted around the tables of Le Cafe Musain.

Grantaire tapped on his own flute of champagne to bring everyone's attention to him.

"To our good friend and leader, Monsieur Apollo, joyeaux anniversaire! And may you have many more." And everyone cheered, applauding the golden man.

"And to his equally amazing wife, Madame Aphrodite, who planned this joyful event and will likely be getting very little sleep tonight!" And Grantaire threw her a dramatic wink as the room erupted into fits of giggles.

She shook her head and leaned on the table exasperated but clearly smiling.

Grinning from ear to ear, Joly called out to her, "I don't suppose you have one more present waiting for Enj upstairs do you?"

Enjolras found great amusement in the way his wife's jaw fell open in mock horror. Deciding to play along, he chimed in.

"Oh do tell my darling."

She rolled her eyes before retorting, "why on earth would I share that sort of information in such a setting."

"They are family after all love," Enjolras teased.

"Oui, but would you tell your maman what we did on our wedding night?" she shot back.

Enjolras flushed a deep red as Gavroche slapped him on the shoulder amongst his raucous cackles.

"Non, I suppose not."

Proud of her work, she took her cup and made to sit by her husband's side. He who had other plans, pulled her into his lap instead. Curling into him, the two observed the room of chosen family as they all turned to separate conversations and felt their hearts grow full at the love that was so prominent between each of them.

Shifting her hair to one side, Enjolras leaned forward to his lover's ear and spoke lowly, "About your sleep, R wasn't wrong you know."

She blushed and replied in equally hushed tones, "Neither was Joly."

And they shared a smile that only the two of them could decipher, as the candlelight sent shimmers of gold through their hair and made their eyes shine like silver. A portrait of true love if there ever was one. A loud cheer erupted as Enjolras touched his lips softly to hers and there was such adoration in the way his hand cupped her jaw and her fingers threaded themselves through his curls.

Breaking away with noses touching, they whispered the words that changed their lives all those years ago.

"I love you."

"Not more than I love you."

Monsieur Apollo couldn't help but feel like a god sometimes, and it was never without his goddess by his side.

A portrait of true love indeed.

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Music to My Ears

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Summary: Heimdall finds you in Vanaheim, as the Scion of the Aseir it’s his job to punish traitors, but he has some other ideas besides fighting you.

🖤 Pairing: Heimdall/Fem!Reader 🖤 Tags: NSFW, Smut, BDSM Elements, Spitting, Spanking, slapping, Dom Heimdall, Porn with a little plot, self indulgent brain rot, not proof read

Inspired by this audio I made, here's a little oneshot with our Golden God. where he finds you on his trip to Vanaheim.

“Ah I should have expected to run into you here too. Sizzles wasn’t looking too hot the last time I saw him, don’t worry though Sunshine, because I’ll set you ablaze myself.” Heimdall laughed as you backed away from him. You felt like an animal that had been caged in, the only way out of your current predicament was to either disappear into the ground, or somehow get past Heimdall yourself. Neither option was a good one. You continued to back up until you were stopped by the vine covered rock wall. You gulped as you watched him hop off of Gulltoppr and begin towards you on foot. ‘Fuck where’s Kratos, Atreus…Freya?’ You desperately thought to yourself. “Oh Sunshine, they aren’t coming to your rescue, you know that right? Even if they tried, you can’t really think anyone would be able to stop me from getting to you, do you?”

You hated that he could see your thoughts right now. The fear. The panic. The despair. You almost couldn’t believe this is the same man who you gifted your trust, who you allowed to bed you in Asgard. All of that was thrown away now, whatever you were before…it meant nothing now that you were standing on opposite ends of the battlefield. This isn’t what you wanted though, and you knew that. He knew that. It changed nothing. The moment he sensed even the slightest betrayal on you, the two of you were done. “Why so quiet? Your last few moments of life and really you have nothing to stay? I am profoundly unimpressed. I truly expected more out of you.” He shrugged as he continued his stroll towards you. You looked up and down, side to side, trying to find anything that would save you. You were so focused on your escape attempt you hadn’t realized how close he had gotten until you felt his hand on your chin, turning you to look up at him. You were met with purple glowing eyes and a sneer. “Are you being shy now? You weren’t shy the other daywhen you were. . . mewling for me. This is really no fun Sunshine.” ‘Fuck you.’ You said in your head as you trembled under his touch. “Really now? You can think it but can’t say it? Hah.” He searched your face for a moment, scanning you up and down. “Now that you think it, perhaps I should bend you over right here and see what other noises I can get you to make for me.” Your face went absolutely red at the comment, you weren’t completely sure if it was from fear, shame, or arousal…you settled on all three. “Actually, I am sure that’s what I am going to do.” Heimdall leaned forward and licked your earlobe before whispering to you. “Be a good girl for me.” You felt the heat of arousal begin to pool in your lower half at his words, but your fight or flight kicked in and your automatic response was to spit at him. Not smart. He dodge it as expected but then you felt the world around you spin when his hand collided with your cheek. You didn’t have much time to recover as he grabbed you squishing both of your cheeks together until your mouth opened. “You wanna play that game Sunshine?” It was a rhetorical question as instead of letting you answer, you felt him spit directly into your mouth. His hand clamped over your mouth and nose forcing you to swallow, when he finally let go you managed a small wheeze. You wanted to gag. You wanted to be mad, but the arousal between your legs just increased. You hated even more that he knew it too. You felt pathetic…but so good at the same time. Heimdall stripped off his belt that held his waistcoat and sword up before tightly strapping the leather around your wrists and pulling tight. He swapped your positioning so you were facing the wall again, if you didn’t want to fall over you were forced to use the weight of your tied wrists to keep you upright. “Now…where were we? Ah yes…” He said as you felt a hand collide with one of your butt cheeks. You yelped. Another spank. Another yelp. “Music to my ears Sunshine.” You could almost hear the elatement in his voice, and by the time he was done your legs were trembling, and a pool had formed between them. Heimdall shoved your head down and angled you so your butt was more in the air before he lifted the bottom of your dress up and tossed it over your back. He immediately noticed the wet spot that had formed between your legs. “Oh Sunshine, all that for me? I’ve barely even touched you. Who would have thought you’d be such a whore for your enemy?” He teased before slapping your pussy softly, earning another small yelp.

“Look at that pretty color.” He said gently massaging one of your sore cheeks. “And you were so good for me too while you took it.” Fuck you loved when he praised you like that. “Since you were so good, I’ll forgive the little act of rebellion and give you a reward, how does that sound?” Your lips curled into a pout, you didn’t want to give in, but your mind betrayed you. “Say it out loud Sunshine. Tell me, do you want a reward for being such a good girl for me, or not?” “Y-yes….please….want a reward.” You managed to get out, your face felt like it was on fire as the words left your mouth. A reward you would receive though. You felt Heimdall rub your clit gently through the fabric of your underwear causing you to moan slightly. When he tugged your underwear down and made direct contact, you almost bucked as you whimpered. “Very good Sunshine, but those are all noises I’ve heard before…let’s try something else.” Heimdall bent down so he was face to face with your wet pussy. You’re lucky he had a firm hold on your hips as you almost fell over when his tongue made contact, licking a swipe from the bottom of your lips to the top and over your clit.

“Oh ho ho, now there’s a new one.” He leaned forward again to lap at your sopping lips, speeding up his actions whenever he’d hear a noise that he approved of. You were so close, wanting to rut against him, but unable to in your current position. Then he stopped. “Ah. Ah. Ah.” He said as he stood wiping his mouth. “You’ve been good, but not good enough to earn that yet.” You couldn’t help the audible whine that left your mouth, or the pout that formed on your lips. He stood you back up and turned you around to face him, back to the wall again. Despite the dirt and small cuts from your running around Vanaheim, he thought you looked perfect right now; hazy lust filled eyes, reddened cheeks, and that sweet little pout on your lips. If only you could have been his. If only he hadn’t had to see that brief glimmer of betrayal when you spoke with the little Jotunn. Heimdall would have gladly kept you all to himself in Asgard and locked eyes with your fucked out face every night. He wasn’t sure what made him more upset. The thoughts of betrayal, the denial of it you kept trying to get him to believe, or the fact that this would be the last time he’d get to have an opportunity like this with you. He cleared those thoughts from his mind as he decided to continue. If you were going to go out, it was going to at least be with a bang. Heimdall pressed his knee up between your legs. You groaned at the contact of his rough pants to your aching clit. “Tell ya what Sunshine, you can finish all you want, but you have to do all the work.” He motioned to his knee. He leaned forward and locked your lips together. You missed how they felt, so soft and pink, they had even been comforting at one point. You opted to take him up on his offer and bucked along his leg wildly, chasing your own pleasure. He ate up every little noise you made before moving to suck and nip at your neck. Your grinding against his leg was becoming frantic and needy, you were so close again, you were almost scared that he was going to go back on his word, but he didn’t. “That’s it, good girl, go ahead and cum for me.” His words were your undoing, you felt the tightly wound rubber band inside of you snap as you let out a noise between a moan and a sigh of relief. You rode your orgasm out on his leg, now also soaked with your juices. “Atta girl.” He said gently rubbing your cheek. He allowed you to catch your breath while he lifted his tunic over his head and tossed it over Gulltoppr’s saddle. You could see his own erection straining tightly against his dark pants. You licked your lips thinking about it. One thing was for sure, Heimdall was certainly…proportional. You remembered the first time you two had slept together. ‘Seriously? Of course you have a big dick too, why wouldn’t you. Bully’s compensate my ass’ you had thought to yourself, hoping he wasn’t listening. He had been. But your comment made him laugh, and you swear you saw his cock twitch at your thoughts too. You felt a small twinge of longing to go back to that moment, instead of being here. You were suddenly missing that time with him. You wished the current circumstances were different as well. Before you had completely come down from your high, Heimdall had freed himself from his pants and stroked it a few times. He brought it up to your lips and rubbed the tip against them. “C’mon Sunshine, you don’t want me to fuck you dry now do you?” You wanted to protest again. ‘Dry? But I’m soaking wet, just fuck me already!’ But before he could respond to your thought you wrapped your mouth around his tip. He was too big for you to take in fully, but you knew how to tease him. You sucked a bit before removing your mouth with a pop sound before running your tongue along his length and working your way back to the tip. You could hear him let out soft groans with each new tactic you tried and each bob of your head. You loved how he sounded. How you made him sound. When Heimdall deemed your work complete he pulled his cock away from your mouth. He lifted you up like you weighed nothing, and instinctively you wrapped your legs around him. With one long thrust he pulled you down all the way onto his cock until he bottomed out. He moaned loudly at the action. You let out a moan with a mix of pain and pleasure at being stretched out so abruptly. A few more thrusts and the pain had almost entirely dissipated. The only sounds around you between breathy moans were the sound of wet skin slapping. “Oh fuck.” You finally said out loud when he hit that spot. That spot that made you see stars. “Yeah Sunshine? Do I make you feel good?” He only needed one arm to hold you, and fuck if his strength didn’t add to your attraction to him, the fact that he decided to use his free hand to rub circles on your puffy clit definitely did. “Y-yes..fuck…feel so good…” You whined. “Good girl, can you cum for me one more time on my cock, Sunshine?” He asked not letting up his thrusting or the finger so thoroughly abusing your clit. You didn’t have to answer him with words as you threw your head back and let out the most primal noise he’d ever heard from you, he felt your juices squirt onto his lower abdomen and pants. He continued to thrust into you chasing his own pleasure, thrusts becoming erratic as he was close. A few more thrusts into your spent hole and he felt his own pleasure erupt, filling you with thick hot ropes of his cum, his thrusts slowed as he rode out his own orgasm. Heimdall pulled his softened cock from you, and let you flop backwards using his hand to soften your contact with the wall. You looked so exhausted, if you were even capable of feeling fear still he couldn’t tell. Your mind was a hazy cloud of pleasure and the only thought on your mind was Heimdall. If he did kill you now, you’d be lucky, most don’t get such a blissed out end to their life. Heimdall considered it for a moment. He ultimately landed on the idea that you’d make a better trophy of war than a dead participant, especially since you wouldn’t be a threat without your cohorts. He could hear by the sounds in the distance that the attempt to save Freyr was not going well, so he laid you down next to Gulltoppr, using the reins to tie your bound hands to the saddle.

“Stay right here for me, Sunshine.” He said pulling his tunic back over his head and picking up his sword, Hofud. You were too tired, and the giant beast felt too warm for you to care. You didn’t even realize you were falling asleep as you watched Heimdall walk off into the distance.

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐭. 𝟕 | 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞

a/n: about time i finally posted this! i lowkey hate the ending but when do i not. also i am so here for the karen wheeler slander.

word count: 4363

warnings: smoking, mentions of sex, mentions of billy’s abuse, a ton of cursing, mentions of self doubt and self hatred (it’s light tho), physical fighting, mentions of blood, cuts and bruises, this is not proofread its midnight goodbye

You felt eyes on you as you walked over to your locker. There were always eyes on you, but today they felt especially malicious. You didn’t doubt that Billy had already told his ‘friends’ he was going out with you in an attempt to prevent them from going near you, but that had brought the worst evil known to mankind upon you. Jealous teenage girls.

You always knew people were jealous of you, whether it was from your stunning looks, your wealth, or your wardrobe, but no girl had ever been that desperate to take a guy from you. Hell even when you dated Steve no one really gave a damn. But now even the girls in your own clique were giving you the dreaded side eye.

Nancy was walking down the hall, laughing at something Jonathan said. You walked right over to them, pulling Nancy away, “Sorry Johnny boy, I need her for a sec.”

Nancy started to complain and you quickly shut her up, “Do people know me and Billy are going out?”

“What? No, I’m sure you’re just paranoid. I mean when I-”

“You didn’t go blabbing to anyone did you?”

“God, Y/N what type of person do you think I am? I am so not a gossip.”

You sighed as you stopped over to your locker, Nancy resting her head against the one next to yours.

“Either way, why do you mind? You like him, why don’t you want people to know about it? He is your boyfriend right-”

At the mention of the word “boyfriend” you accidentally slammed your finger on the cold metal.

“He is not my- we’re just…”

“Dating?”

“Exactly! But we’re not- that.”

“If you say so. Are we done now? I don’t want to leave Jonathan alone for too long. We’re making plans for-”

“Fine, go” you smiled as you waved Nancy off, watching her speed walk to find Byers.

Just as you started taking books out of your locker, you felt a pair of strong arms turn you around.

You gently slapped Billy’s arm around your waist, “God, B, not here, not in public.”

“How come?”

“Did you tell anyone we were… you know…”

“Fucking?”

You sighed, “Yeah.”

“I may have accidentally said something to Harrington. And Hagan. And pretty much anyone who was near me in the locker rooms.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? Are you insane, you can’t go around telling people that we- we’re not- if you didn’t want to put a label on it no one else has to know about us. Can’t we just keep it private, for now at least.”

“Why? You’re still my girl.”

“As long as we aren’t official then I am not your girl.”

“Look, I just may have mentioned we’ve been hooking up because Harrington was talking shit.”

“I doubt Steve would ever-”

“Let me make it up to you. I’ll do whatever you want.” Billy’s voice trailed off as he let his eyes bore into yours.

You weighed the idea around for a bit.

One on hand if you let this one go, Billy would think he could do whatever he wanted. On the other side, you did have a couple of ideas that would be very fun for you. Your mind was already running with images of what could happen, with him doing whatever you wanted. It was either your self respect or a mind blowing evening.

“Fine. You can come over at 8.”

You could always convince him to not be a dick later.

“Great, I’ll see you then.”

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You repositioned the glasses of manhattan’s that were sitting on your bedroom's coffee table, taking care to make sure they looked just perfect in the candle lit area. You smoothed your french tipped hands over your seafoam green silk dressing gown. It was one you had chosen for the very occasion and you felt absolutely gorgeous in it, ready for whatever apology Billy would choose to deliver, hopefully one he would perform on his knees.

You took one last look around your room, seeing how the candles you had lit made your normally, white satin sheets, glow into a warmer hue, one that matched your eyeshadow. You walked over to your mirror that was strategically placed in front of your bed, and wiped away a stain of god knows what.

Now it was perfect. You only had to wait.

15 minutes. That’s how late Billy was. You knew he could be careless and lose track of time, but he never was irresponsible with you. That’s when you heard the phone ring. You immediately scurried over to answer, admittedly a bit embarrassed at your desperation to hear Billy.

The phone rang for a couple seconds before Billy answered.

“Hey, I uh, just wanted to let you know that I can’t do tonight. Sorry.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? B, I spent all night getting everything ready for us. What’s so important that you just had to cancel on me?”

“My step sister. My dad’s getting on my ass about it. Apparently she and her little group of friends ran off to god knows where and now I’m getting in trouble for it. It’s so fucking stupid. She's twelve. I shouldn’t be expected to care for her, she’s old enough to do whatever the hell she wants. It’s not my responsibility and but now I have-”

“Billy.” You interjected his rant, “What do you have to do?”

“I have to find out where she is and get her home. But I don’t have any idea where she is.”

“Well maybe I could help.”

“Y/N, as nice as that is, you don’t need to help me. I can handle it on my own.”

“But the point is, you don’t need to handle it on your own. That’s what I’m here for. Can’t you just accept my help?”

The two of you stood in silence for a moment.

“I’ll be there in 10.”

You heard the line go dead, and as much as you resisted it, you felt a small smile grow on your face. Even though your plans for the night were ruined, at least you could spend time with him. You sped over to your closet changing quickly into something casual, as you let your mind think over where Max could possibly be.

This was going to be a long night.

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“What else is left?”

You looked at the notepad that you had suggested on taking, one with a list of potential addresses of where Max could be at.

“Only places left are Nance’s and-”, you groaned, “Byers.”

“Which one’s closer?”

You looked over at Billy, who’s knuckles were practically turning white from his grip on the steering wheel.

“Nancy’s. It’s a left from here.”

Billy nodded and turned in silence. For reasons unbeknownst to you, he was in a much less chatty mood than usual. You figured he was annoyed about getting grounded and having to spend the evening on a wild goose chase to find his step sister instead of spending it with you. You didn’t press it.

When he had first pulled up to your driveway, his eyes had been twinged with red, like he had been crying. You also didn’t press that issue, knowing how it would make him feel.

Instead you just watched the view of suburbia, as you pulled closer the neighborhood you knew belonged to the Wheelers.

Billy spoke to you as he parked, “You’re staying here. I’m asking this time.”

“Why?”

“You take too long. Jesus, you spent like an hour talking to that Henderson woman.”

“It’s not my fault she was bored and I was polite. I so did not want to be talking to her”

“I’ll finish this up faster than you, trust me. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can both get home.”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes as you watched him leave and knock on the door.

You turned back to pay attention to the radio, ignoring whatever he was doing. You skipped through the stations until you found one that didn’t annoy you with the screeching of guitars, and concentrated on your attire.

It wasn’t until the songs were beginning to get on your nerves that you finally decided to focus on what Billy was doing, and thank god you did.

Nancy’s mother was delighting in the attention Billy was no doubt showering her with. You knew both you and Billy had very similar tactics when it came to convincing people. You both used sex. However, this was a situation in which it should not be applied. It was totally like if you were all over Nancy’s dad. Gross.

You opened the passengers door and increased your normal walking pace to reach Billy, wrapping an arm around him the moment you got to him.

“OMG, Mrs. Wheeler, long time no see!”

“I’m sorry, have we met before?”

What a bitch. You had stayed over at Nancy’s at least 100 times and now she had the audacity to pretend she didn’t know you.

“We have! Both me and Billy are in Nance’s grade and I’ve hung out with Nancy for like a year now. It’s okay though! You must have totally forgotten, with all your household duties and chores and kids and whatnot. Don’t worry, it’s a completely normal part of aging. It happens to everyone who's on the verge of senility.”

You heard Billy cough to cover up a laugh that almost escaped him.

“Anyways,” you drawled, “me and Billy here, are looking for B’s sister, Max. She’s just a really spunky redhead girl and we are both just worried sick about her.” You lowered your voice to a pouty whisper as you moved closer to her, making sure that Billy wouldn’t overhear, “Maxine almost feels like… a younger sister in law to me, y’know. So I am just… fearing for her and her safety.”

You pulled back, leaning back into Billy’s touch, especially his hand that had now found its place resting against your waist.

The woman let out a laugh, trying to relive the tension in the air.

“Well Billy, I think your step sister might be at the Byer’s. She was with my Mike and they told me they were heading there. Good luck.”

And with a quick squeeze to Billy’s hand, Karen swiftly closed the door and left you and Billy standing there. The moment you heard the door lock, you pushed Billy away and headed straight to the car, not even wanting to look at him.

“What’s with you? Don’t tell me you got jealous.”

“I am not jealous!” You snapped.

Billy was laughing, “Are you sure? Because what I just saw happen back there seemed pretty jeal-”

“Oh my god can you just forget about it! I just thought that it was fucking weird for you two to be hitting on each other- and even weirder she was into it.”

“I wasn’t flirting, it's called getting what you want Y/N. You should know that better than everyone.”

You rolled your eyes and moved Billy’s hand away from crawling up your thigh.

“The point is your my-” Your voice trailed off and you silently cringed as you realized what you had almost said.

“I’m your what?”

“You know.” You turned to look out the window, but Billy moved his hand to your jaw forcing you to look at him.

“No, I think I want to hear you say it.”

You were sure you looked like an idiot. “I don’t think I want to,” you whispered.

“I do. Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

You felt like you could scream. Billy could be very upfront about what he wanted, but it was never like this.

You weren’t good with words so you just did what you did best. Make a move. Quickly closing the gap between you, you kissed him, feeling him smile against you.

“So, we’re official?”

Billy nodded and you reached for his hand holding it. It felt nice to finally put a label on it.

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“Do not get out of the car.” That was the only thing Billy had told you. It was going to be quick. He was going to get Max, and leave. In your opinion, telling a middle schooler that you needed to go home should not take more than a minute. You were impatiently tapping your foot against the floor of the Camaro, anxiously waiting for your boyfriend. Boyfriend. You liked being able to call him your boyfriend.

It was getting cold in the car, Billy refusing to leave the heat on because it would “waste gas” and you were getting annoyed. It shouldn’t take this long and it was making you suspect the worst. You couldn’t even look towards the house due to your stupid sugestion of parking farther away. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You opened the door, exiting the car, when you heard the sound of yelling and general clatter coming from inside the Byer’s house.

Running as fast as you could with 2 inch heels, you slammed the door of the old house open. Billy and Steve were fighting and the group of kids there, some who you didn’t recognize were screaming at Steve to win. You had no clue how it started, but you had to get involved. Moving over to Billy’s side, trying to make your voice drown out the sounds of others you yelled at him, and Steve to stop, but the two boys were so caught up in each other it seemed like everyone else was invisible. You pulled on the sleeve of Billy’s shirt so hard it almost tore, Billy pausing for a moment to look at you. You took advantage of the pause and let go of him, moving quickly over to Steve slapping him.

“What the fuck-”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You looked back and forth between the two boys, “This wasn’t supposed to-”

Max was holding a needle in Billy’s neck, sending him straight to the floor. The poor girl looked stressed out of her mind. You stayed silent as you watched her grab a baseball bat with nails stuck in it, as she hovered over Billy, raising the bat.

“From here on out, you leave me and my friends alone. Do you understand?”

“Screw you.”

God he was an idiot.

“Say you understand! Say it. Say it!” Max screamed as she brought the bat down between his legs, narrowly missing his groin.

“I understand.” Billy finally said.

Max ripped out the bat out of the carpeted floor and threw it to the side. You immediately ran over to Steve in the kitchen, who looked the worst out of the two, and tried to tend to his cut lip and bruised face.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” You asked as you wet a towel that was resting against the sink.

“Don’t help me. I don’t need or want your help.”

“Steve, I'm your friend. Now shut up and let me fix this-”

Steve grabbed your hand and pushed it away. “No! You are not my friend. What, you think you can just use me for one of your fucked up games and then act like we’re cool? I still haven’t forgotten about the party or the way you treated me like shit. And now? Why did you have to get in the fight-”

“I did it so that he would stop, you knew he wouldn’t finish until you were practically-”

“-I genuinely thought you cared about me.”

“Steve please.”

Steve shook his head and groggily moved out of your reach. “I can clean myself up or Dustin can or someone else. But I want it to be anyone else but you. Don’t talk to me.”

Steve walked with some difficulty, towards Nancy’s little brother and a curly haired boy who looked like he was trying to seem like he hadn’t overheard your squabble.

You rolled your eyes and moved over to Billy and Max, not feeling that worried about Steve. It would all blow over later, he was just pissed now, but he’d get over it quickly, right?

“Can you help me move him over to the couch?” You asked Max.

The redhead nodded and with her help, you were able to drag Billy onto the couch.

“You know, he was only here because he got into some shit with his dad at home, right? He was worried.”

“You know about Neil?” Max looked suspicious.

“Yeah, he told me he was all frustrated-”

“I got it.” She seemed like she knew something that you didn’t but you chose to ignore it. “It still doesn’t give him the right to be an asshole. He almost killed Steve-”

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration-”

“He attacked Lucas for no reason-”

“Who?”

Max pointed towards a boy who was helping the other two kids bring Steve outside.

“Max, you are absolutely right. It’s not a good excuse and he shouldn’t have done that, but you have to try to understand where he’s coming from.”

“I have tried. And just because you’re the girl he's choosing for the week doesn’t mean you get to lecture me. You don’t even know me! Now if you excuse me, I have to go help Steve and the rest of the guys. I’ll be back before he wakes up.”

“How long is that supposed to be?”

“Two hours? I don’t know.” The girl shrugged and ran out the door, presumably trailing behind Steve, Mike, Lucas, and probably Dustin.

You shook your head, not only was Steve mad at you, so was Billy’s little sister. Great. You moved over to sit on the couch, moving a piece of hair out of Billy’s face. His nose was bleeding and so was his lip but it wasn’t even half as bad as Harrington’s. You figured you couldn’t really do anything but wait for the drug to wear off, so you might as well take advantage of the situation. You looked for a broom in the kitchen, and started sweeping away. The floor was covered in shards of broken glass and you did not want Mrs. Byer’s to find out that a fight had broken out. You also noticed that the fridge was stuck closed. You didn’t touch it after seeing some strange liquid pooling at the bottom.

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The low hum of the tv had practically lulled you to sleep, your head resting against the front of the couch. It wasn’t until you heard Billy groaning and shuffling on the makeshift bed that you woke up. Stretching your arm’s you turned to look at Billy.

“You feeling better?”

With half hooded eyes, Billy shook his head to look at you. “What happened?”

You stood up to sit next to Billy, “Max said you went after her friend, Lucas. Then you got in a pretty big fight with Steve. That was really wrong of you Billy.”

“I know, I know, I just don’t wanna be like him.”

“Like who?”

“Like that… fucking asshole.”

You moved closer to him, moving his face to look towards yours.

Billy finally met your eyes. “Like my dad. He’s such a jerk and… I’m just so tired of it.”

“But that doesn’t mean you get to attack people for no reason. Especially Max’s friend or Steve. Lucas is a middle schooler B.”

“God, it wasn’t even that big of a deal. I went through worse and I wasn’t even his fuckin’ age.”

You chewed on your lip. You had wanted Billy to open up with you and now he had, and you felt awkward. He had clearly never told anyone this and he was high on drugs. What if he got mad at you? Or what if he thought you were getting too close? Hell, what if you were the one that felt like that. You had never been this emotionally involved with anyone, not Steve or Nancy or your other childhood friends. You weren’t even this close to your parents.

You could just stop this. Let him tire himself out by talking and then leave. Or you could stay, like he had that night. You chose the latter. Something in you pulled you to this boy and you wouldn’t leave. You chose to not fail him like others clearly had. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’m such a mess.”

You sighed deeply, “No you are not.”

“Yeah I am. I don’t even know why the hell you even agreed to go out with me in the first place. Or why you’re even here. You should be out with Harrington or someone better.”

“No I shouldn’t. Steve doesn’t make me happy.”

“And I do?” Billy scoffed, as if the idea of him not being a total nightmare to someone was absurd.

“Yeah you do. You’re fun when you aren’t trying to be a major dick. I also just…” You trailed off realizing what you were about to say to him. “Really like you.”

“You mean that?”

“ ‘Course I do.”

You pulled away from him and sat further away, staring at the television. You needed to tell him how you really felt. Even though it could backfire, at least he was a little out of it. He’d probably forget.

“And I even think I might love you.” You kept your eyes glued to the monitor, not wanting to look at Billy’s face in case you messed up. “And I know you probably think that you don’t deserve to be loved but you do, and you like to keep up these ridiculous walls and you like to pretend like you don’t care about anyone when you and I both know damn well you care about me. Just like I care about you.”

You felt Billy shift on the creaky old couch and you could feel him placing his hand on yours.

“Wow.”

You let out an empty laugh. “Yeah.”

“So you love me?”

“Guess I do Hargrove.”

“That’s a big thing to say.”

“Trust me, I know. I don’t think I’ve ever told any guy that.”

“Does that mean I’m your first?”

You turned to look at Billy, a smile growing on his face to match yours. Only he could make a joke at a time like this. “I think it does.”

“Then, I guess you’re my first too.”

Billy kissed you, much differently than the way the two of you normally kissed. It was soft, gentle, and meaningful.

When he separated from you, he finally said the three words you had been dying to hear him say. “I love you.”

You rested your forehead against his, squeezing his hand.

The sound of the door opening made the two of you jump apart.

“What’s going on here?”

You and Billy stared at the woman who you presumed to be Jonathan’s mom. Max was standing next to her, her arms crossed.

You immediately stood up and walked to the older woman, turning on your charming persona. “Mrs. Byer’s I am so so sorry for the mess- Steve was here and he got into a small argument with Billy and there was a bit of a mess, but I cleaned it up. Like I said I am so sorry-”

“Oh don’t worry about it honey. I’m sure it was all just a… misunderstanding.” Mrs. Byers gave you a warm smile, one you rarely saw on adults. “Max said she knew the two of you and you were supposed to drop her off, is that right?”

Billy finally got off from his place on the couch and walked over to you. “Yeah we’re both supposed to take her home.”

“Great! So you two can get going now, I’m the one who’s sorry for rushing you two it’s just- I already have Will and Jonathan waiting in the car so, I’m a in a bit of a hurry-”

“No- No it’s totally okay Mrs. Byers-” You started.

“Please call me Joyce-”

“We are the ones who were intruding.” Joyce seemed too nice for her own good. At least she was better than some of the other parent’s you’d met.

“I’m gonna take Max to the car-” Billy nodded to you and Max to confirm his actions.

“Don’t forget, I’m the one who’s driving.”

Billy and Max made their way to the camaro and with the quickest (a five minute) goodbye possible, you finally left the Byer’s house.

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“Remember to call me tomorrow!”

“I know, okay?”

Billy gave you a quick peck on the lips as he walked to the front door of the Mayfield-Hargrove residence. Max lingered behind for a moment.

“Could I tell you something?”

You tried to appear nicer to the red-head girl, still feeling a little attacked from your quarrel earlier. “Sure.”

“I have no clue what you and Billy are doing, but whatever it is it’s working.”

“Excuse me?”

“He told me sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him apologize to a real breathing person before.”

“Oh.” You were a little shocked at the apparent rareness of his forgiveness. Billy had apologized to you several times. “That’s a good thing right?”

“Duh. Maybe you’re not so bad.” Max opened the door of the sports car, before giving you one last farewell, “Hope you’re the one that sticks around.”

And with that you watched as Billy and Max entered their house.

You drove off in Billy’s beloved sports car, taking time to think about what had happened tonight.

You were Billy’s girlfriend. You had told him you loved him and he had said it back. He was seemingly trying to fix his relationships.

But on the other hand, you had gotten into a terrible fight with Steve.

At least there were more pro’s to the night.

You parked Billy’s car in your driveway carefully. You had refused to let him drop you off home first, so you planned to just drive by in the morning tomorrow and give it to him.

You breathed in the smell of smoke that stained the car. It was another thing that Billy had let take control of, even if it was small.

You really did love that boy.

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove imagines #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove fics #my endings suck when do they not tbh

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S. Lands on Top…. Chapter 4…. Lets just say the beginning of this chapter got me SOAKED 💦🫠

LETS FUCKING GO!!!

Coriolanus swallows his distaste. He hated being at the beck and call of district blood. - 😑😑😑

Him not giving a shit about waking her up while he gets his pajamas 😂 also she’s so freakin’ cute for putting a pillow as a barrier 🥹😂

‘You can look but you can’t touch’. But why couldn’t he? He owned her now. He was soon to own Panem. - BOY! You already had touched her 😑 And yes. You do own each and every one of us 😈

Now this whole smut sequence had me going FERAL the entire time 🥵 LET’S BREAK IT DOWN!

I see this man clearly likes his women to be asleep 😂 but the crawling over her and unbuttoning her top and covering her mouth so she doesn’t scream 😫🥵

“Shh, don’t wake the house.” - but daddy i…. And the poor girl is scared and knows you’re about to force yourself onto her and you backhand her? Rude 😑 but also…. we love a kinky bastard 😈

Him being so rough with getting her clothes her off just shows how much pent up frustration this man has and needs to release it onto (or rather into) our poor Mabel 😂

Can I just say him covering her mouth with his hand the entire time is the hottest thing ever 😫

Look at him giving her special treatment while rubbing and fingering her cookie, kissing her harshly and trying to hold her down 😈 And Mabel being her usual adorable self whilst clawing her nails into him and he keeps demanding her to put her hands on the headboard while twisting her hair like…. yes daddy 🥵

One day, when everything was settled, he was going to take his time exploring every inch of Mabel. But for right now, he just needed to reach the end goal. - He can explore every inch of my body whenever and however he wants to 🫠🫠

I couldn’t stop giggling when she pulled his hair out of anger because of his jab comment and him slapping her thigh in retaliation 😂

Him trying to push himself all the way into her 😫🥵 and Mabel moaning into his hand…. GOD 😫

“You like it there?” - i just came 🫠

It was better than any song Lucy Gray ever sang. - YIKES!

I just love how she wants to wiggle away from him now that she came down from her high 😂 QUEEN ENERGY! And he can call me ‘rude girl’ any day 👸

Him coming inside her whilst lowering his head to her neck and his lips pressing against her collarbone MY GOD X2 😫 and how he just rolls off her after he’s done.... 😂 And Mabel getting up to shower and slamming door behind her 😂 that girl has to clean off his cum that’s dripping out of her quickly.... 😂

The next morning he rose in good spirits. After so long he finally got a taste of Mabel. - of course he was in a good fucking mood 😂

Mabel was still not up yet. He doubted she went to sleep until the early hours of the morning. It wasn’t his problem, he needed her to get up now, take the pill, and have some breakfast. She could nap later on. - how thoughtful and caring he is for putting her needs first 🥹

The way she snatched the pill out of his palm so quickly is so Mabel I honestly love this girl she’s so freakin’ cute 😂

“You didn’t seem to mind me touching you last night.” - Boy…. you did force yourself on her…. but that’s a discussion saved for another day 😂

“That had everything to do with me.” he cockily replies. - this man's ego my god 😈 - “It’s a natural reaction. God's gift to any man who can find the clitoris.” - I LOVE HER LOVE HER I LOVE HER 😂

“Sex can be something enjoyable for both of us, or it can just be enjoyable for me.” - okay daddy…. 🥵 - “So long as I open my legs,” she had a habit of interrupting him that he had yet to break. , “And keep your mouth shut.” - YES DADDY 💦🫠💦🫠

“My place as you captive,” she bit. He yanks her chin up to him , “Your place as my pet.” , “My little lap dog,” he mocks, releasing her. - MY GOD I CAN'T HANDLE THIS IS TOO MUCH 🫠🫠🫠

Okay the whole interaction of them trying to ignore and play the same game with each other had me DEAD 😂 i swear it’s like watching two siblings who had a fight and are waiting for the other one to apologize first 😂

I love how he just jumps in the shower uninvited 😂 and when he lathers soap all over her body 🫠 i find it so so hot that he just basically washes her hair and body as if she’s not a human being and a pet 😂 and how she just grabs the soap from him and furthers herself back 😂 YOU GO GIRL!

“Nothing clownish. Keep it simple.” - this made me laugh so much 😂

When she stands up and spins for him and he just dismisses her and says “You look fine,” 😂 RUDE 😑

Coryo being jelly of the fact that he doesn’t have the same effect on her as Strabo does 😂 the need he has for her to be an obedient dog under his control!!

“He never mentioned me to me either.” - LMFAO 😂 YOU GO QUEEN!!

He snakes an arm around her waist and pulls her closer to him. - AND HE HAS EVERY RIGHT 😫

Strabo clearly has lost himself in the Capitol with that stick up his ass 🙄 so hostile and angry too like dude relax…. And him slamming his fist down on the table and basically telling Mabel to shut up and eat her food had me laughing so fucking much 😂 that man was triggered!

Now this whole dinner sequence had me PRAISING our Mabel 🩷 the whole going back and forth for an answer on what Coryo does for work with such confidence and no shame…. slay girl slay! AND NOT THIS MAN TAKING AWAY HER DAMN FOOD AND LETTING HER STARVE FOR THE NIGHT AND JUST MAKING HER SIT THERE AND WATCH THEM EAT 🤦‍♀️ SHE IS NOT A DAMN DOG CORYO 👿 but him reaching out under the table and squeezing her thigh and taking her wrists in a tight hold as a warning got me like…. 😈

“Don’t spoil the girl. She still has lots to learn.” Strabo interjects. - BRO WHO TF ARE YOU AGAIN? MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS JEEZ!

Coriolanus felt jealous at just the thought. Sejanus wouldn’t have been able to control Mabel. - seriously dude….? 🙄🙄🙄

Mabel jumping away from Coryo after places his hand on her shoulders is so cute 🥹

“Help? From a man who killed his own people for scraps at the Capitol table? I’d rather lay with dogs than take that company.” - 😳😳😳…. you go girl but oh fuck you’re soooo dead…. AND THAT OLD MAN STRUCK HER ACROSS HER DAMN FACE AND STARTED CHOKING HER 😳 - “Learn what my son did not; submit to the ways of the Capitol or die.” - Mabel glares up at him from the floor, “I’ll tell him you said hello.” - DAMN THIS GIRL IS A FUCKING BADASS 👸and how sweet that our prince charming is trying to stop him from killing his princess 🥹

“Coriolanus. I am sorry.” Strabo apologizes, “She wasn’t mine to correct”. - man…. poor Ma. she’s way to sweet and innocent for this world 🥹

Damn.... Coryo really left her to lay there on the floor, what a gentleman 😂

Now did he really have to grab her by the ear to push her against the wall? 😂 like she’s literally a dog at this point…. His pet as he says 😈And wow he’s really all about those cruel and painful punishments when trying to teach the poor girl a lesson and leaving marks on her 😈 In all seriousness tho, getting beat by a belt over and over…. MOTHERF***ING OUCH 🥴 and poor Mabel sobbing so hard to the point of not being able to breath 😭😭

“I want you to write an apology to the Plinths before you go to bed.” - THIS IS CRUEL SHE IS JUST LEARNING HOW TO READ AND WRITE 👿

“Yes, Coryo.” - Mabel no…. 😭🥹 but also yes daddy 😈

THIS CHAPTER WAS AMAZING YOU FREAKIN’ KILL IT EVERY SINGLE TIME 🩷🩷 I CANNOT WAIT FOR CHAPTER 5 🩷

ANDDD my next commentary ask will be for Commander Snow and I cannot wait to get into that 😈

BESTIE WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!

I’ve been waiting for you! Checking everyday in my Inboxes for you!

Thank you! 🙏

I am so excited to receive your commander snow one!

#coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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PAPER MEN

— CHAPTER 25

SUMMARY: All Evelyn Tozier wanted to do was make Derry High School a safer place for her kid brother. Well, somewhere between kissing Patrick Hockstetter and telling the principal to go f*** himself, things got a little off track. Now she’s stuck in the middle of a bizarre love triangle with two of Derry’s most troubled teens while her little brother and his friends hunt down a creepy, child-eating circus clown. This year, summer can’t come fast enough. PAIRINGS: Henry Bowers x Tozier!Sister; Patrick Hockstetter x Tozier!Sister WARNINGS: violence, profanity, sexual content (not smut), bullying, physical abuse, sexual abuse, emotional abuse, all kinds of abuse, trauma, mental illness, implied/referenced self-harm, child death, angst, lots of angst, recreational drug use, underage drinking, love triangles, unrequited love, toxic relationships, slow burn, slow build

WORD COUNT: 5,547

MASTERPOST

Evelyn opened the door and stepped into one giant party.

Students were sitting on top of their desks; others were on their feet and congregating in small clusters around the classroom. Scott Kellerman, who had lost his surfboard sometime between the first and second bell, was grooving up and down the aisles: swaying his hips, rolling his shoulders, singing The Beach Boys' "California Girls" in an untrained tenor register. The kids around him were giggling; some were singing along and slapping their thighs to the beat. Scott sauntered over to Jeanette Gough, who was playing a quiet game of cat's cradle with her best friend, Kerri Walsh. He sang to her like a smooth-talking crooner from the 50s.

"I been all around this great big world And I seen all kinds of girls Yeah, but I couldn't wait to get back in the States Back to the cutest girls in the world"

He bumped Jeanette with his hip, then threw her a flirty little wink as he backed away.

Jeanette pressed her warm face against Kerri's cool desk and threw her hands over her head. "Oh my god, you're so weird, Skelly!"

Kerri Walsh gave Jeanette's shoulder a teasing poke. "Aww, Jeanie..."

From across the room: "He wants you to be his Cali girl, Jeanie!"

"Leave me alone!" Jeanette cried in half-hearted anger.

"Oh shut up, you love it."

"Yeah, you're such a drama queen."

All the while, Mrs. Sitz was sitting behind her desk in a blue shift dress, her hair teased and styled into a massive beehive, a pair of white cat-eye glasses sitting neatly upon her nose. She stood to greet Evelyn.

"As you can see, I've completely lost control of my classroom." This was punctuated by a series of cheers and whoop-whoops from the class, making Mrs. Sitz heave a quiet sigh. "God, I hate spirit week..." Nevertheless, she accepted Evelyn's tardy slip without question and invited her to join the rest of the circus.

Evelyn sat down at her desk, catching the attention of April Nilsen and Steph Price, who were painting each other's nails.

April spoke first, with the brush in her hand. "You look very nice today, Evelyn."

"Oh," Evelyn said, "thank you."

Steph Price was far less generous with her compliments. "I mean, sure, your makeup's a little sloppy, and your hair's already falling flat, and that dress is definitely a size too big for you, but... yeah, all in all, you actually look normal for once, Evelyn. You're not dressed like a kindergarten teacher."

Evelyn's eyes narrowed. "You know you and I shop at the same stores, right? Last week, we literally wore the same shirt."

Steph blew gently on her finished nails. "Yeah, but I actually have the body for it."

"Right," Evelyn said.

Clearly, Steph was still upset about the incident at the Aladdin. Honestly, Evelyn couldn't blame her for being angry. Not only had Patrick Hockstetter spent most of the movie flirting with another girl (and Evelyn Tozier, of all people—that must have been a tremendous blow to Steph's self-esteem), but he also ditched her at the theater. According to Seth McFadden, who was sweeping up at the end of his shift, Steph waited in the lobby for almost an hour before she realized Patrick was never coming back from the restroom. When Seth asked if she needed to borrow the phone, she said, "I have a car, dipshit."

Evelyn apologized to Steph the following Monday. "I'm so sorry, Steph. I had no idea you two were on a date, and I even told him I didn't think it was right, but... I swear, I have zero interest in Patrick. Absolutely none."

"Oh, save it, Tozier," Steph said with a sneer. "You seriously think I'm jealous of you? Honey, you can have him, okay? Trust me, he's no prize."

Evelyn hoped she sounded a lot more convincing when she denied her own jealousy.

On the other side of the classroom, Christie Gibson was sitting in a comically oversized denim jacket, her pale blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail that sat high on her head. Like many others, she was singing along with Scott Kellerman (who had now moved on to his next Beach Boys hit: "Wouldn't It Be Nice"), but Christie wasn't just mumbling the words under her breath. She was belting them out like she was alone in her bedroom, like she was rocking out to the radio in her car (if she had a car), and whenever she tossed her head around, her ponytail would thrash about wildly, like a whip. She didn't care. Christie Gibson was one of those people that did whatever they wanted, regardless of who was watching. If she wanted to sing, she was going to sing at the top of her lungs. If she wanted to dance, she was going to break out a little jig in the middle of the hallway, and nobody was going to make her feel bad about it. Her eye makeup was always a little smudged. She had freckles all over her body and loved every single one of them. She was always drawing, too: on her shoes, on her clothes, on her skin. They weren't any good, her drawings, but then again, that wasn't the point.

"Life's too short," she would always say. "You gotta do what makes you happy, and fuck everyone else."

Last year, Christie decided on a whim that she was going to run for sophomore student council, because it sounded like fun. She had no speech, no pins, no posters. She just threw her name out there for the hell of it and said, "Let's see what happens."

Paul was convinced Evelyn was going to lose.

"Why would I lose?" Evelyn asked him.

"Why would you lose to the cool, laid-back, artsy chick? Gee, I wonder..."

"This isn't a popularity contest, Paul."

"Of course it is. It's just, the popular kids never run... until now." He took a slow sip from his milk carton. "Well, it'll be interesting to see what life is like under this new regime. I have a feeling I'm gonna like it."

That's when it finally sank in. Oh my god, Evelyn thought, I might actually lose!

And she did lose, technically, by a landslide, but then Christie Gibson suddenly withdrew her name from consideration. When Evelyn asked why, Christie said, "I just realized they have meetings, like, every third Wednesday, and I just can't commit to that right now." Then she slapped Evelyn on the shoulder and said, "But hey, congrats, Tozier! I'm sure you'll do a kick-ass job!"

When the election results were officially announced, Evelyn felt like an illegitimate winner, like she should have a little asterisk next to her name. It stung, but not half as much as this did.

But that's totally okay. I'm happy for them, really. I feel no animosity toward her at all. She's very pretty. She's very nice. And I'm sure she makes Victor very happy, and that's all that matters. See? Would a jealous person be thinking like this right now? Would a jealous person be—Oh, shit, she's looking over here. Quick, smile, wave, do something!

Evelyn flapped her hand awkwardly, her lips molding into a painfully unnatural shape.

Oh my god, that wasn't convincing at all. That felt forced. It probably looked forced, too... Well, great, now you gotta go over there and say hi, show her how NOT JEALOUS you are, because if you don't, she's gonna think you're a major bitch.

Evelyn went to stand and felt an unexpected tightness in her chest. She sat back down.

Oh, I don't know if I can do that right now... What would I even say? Congratulations? That sounds weird. No hard feelings? No, that's what people say when there are hard feelings... You know what, maybe I shouldn't say anything at all. Maybe I should just avoid her for the day. Take some time to clear my head. I can always talk to her tomorrow. I'll probably feel a lot better about it tomorrow...

Except Christie Gibson didn't want to wait until tomorrow. She wanted to talk right now. She caught Evelyn in the hallway after class.

"Hey, Tozier," Christie said in a loud, cheery voice. "I love that dress on you. Seriously, few people can pull off such a bright yellow, but you look absolutely stunning. Like, you just shine in it, y'know? You're like the fucking sun!" She laughed heartily at her own joke, her eyes disappearing into two perfect crescents. "It's Tabby's, right?"

"I'm sorry?" Evelyn said.

Christie backed up as a group of freshmen came walking by. "The dress," she said, "Tabitha loaned it to you?"

Tabitha? She calls Mrs. Criss by her first name? Oh my god, this is really serious.

"Yeah," Evelyn said, a little shaken. "I, uh, borrowed it from her."

"Well, you definitely picked a winner. You look great."

"Thank you," Evelyn said. And then she remembered it was polite to answer a compliment with another compliment, so: "Umm, I really like your jacket."

Way to grab the low-hanging fruit there, Evelyn.

"Hey, thanks!" Christie did a little spin to show it off. "It's vintage."

"And it's got a lot of buttons..."

"Oh yeah, for sure. I collect pin-back buttons, if that wasn't already obvious. Most of 'em are from concerts and festivals, but some of 'em, like this little guy right here..." She pointed to a yellow smiley face that sat below her left breast; beside it was a black-and-grey button that spelled out METALLICA.

Wait, Evelyn thought, where have I heard that name?

"... I honestly don't remember where I got 'em. Sometimes when I get really high, I just buy random shit and... well, you know..."

"Right," Evelyn said, and took a small step back, away.

Christie saw this and softened her tone. "Hey, we don't really talk, do we?" For once, she sounded a little shy.

"No," Evelyn said, "but then again, you and I don't really run in the same circles."

Christie squinted at her. "And what circles are those?"

"What?" Evelyn said, her voice jumping up an octave. "Oh, I don't... I mean, I didn't mean anything by..."

Christie's face broke into a grin. "Relax, I'm just giving you shit, Tozier. I know what you meant."

Evelyn smiled, relieved, but she couldn't stop her knees from trembling. Both her legs ached miserably, like two caged animals desperate to escape. Evelyn glanced down the long hallway and tried to think of a polite way to excuse herself from the conversation.

"So anyway," Christie went on, "I'm really glad I caught you today because I've been meaning to talk to you for a while, actually. It's, ummm..." She leaned in until they were whisper-close, until Evelyn could smell the faint musky, spicy odor of Vic's bedroom wafting off her denim jacket. "It's about Vic," Christie said, causing Evelyn's whole body to tense up. "Look, he's totally gonna kill me when he finds out I talked to you, but sometimes that guy... he just gets in his own way, y'know? And he's really starting to drive me nuts. So I figure—"

"Look, I don't have any advice for you," Evelyn blurted out suddenly, making Christie reel her head back in surprise. "Seriously, I'm the last person you should be asking for help. I mean, believe me, if I knew how to woo Victor Criss, I wouldn't be in this position right now, would I?" She opened her mouth to laugh, but all that came out was a dry puff of air.

Crashing and burning. Poof.

Christe tilted her head, a deep crease forming between her brows. "Hold on... what? You wanna give me advice?"

Evelyn reached up to rub her forehead—or maybe to slap some sense into herself. "I'm sorry, I just... You know, it's been a really weird day for me. My emotions are just really raw and all over the place, and I'm really not prepared for this conversation. At all. Do you think we could do this some other time? Like, I dunno, maybe grab a coffee after school or something? I don't drink coffee, I don't like the taste, but you seem like you drink coffee, and I could, you know, get a tea or something, that would be fine, and then, you know, we can chat. About Vic. About you. About you and Vic. And I... Wow, I'm talking really fast right now, aren't I? Yeah, I'm so sorry about that. I, uh, yeah, I have to go. I'm gonna be late for class and, yeah, uhh... Okay, bye!"

Evelyn tore herself away and went scrambling down the hall. The whole time, she was thinking, Oh my god, I just word-vomited all over Christie Gibson! She's gonna think I'm a complete lunatic!

Evelyn tried not to beat herself up too much. So what if you're a little jealous? It's a perfectly natural reaction. You were obsessed with the guy for most of your childhood. He was your first major crush. Of course you're gonna be a little weirded out when he has a new girl in his life... not that you were ever really "the girl" in his...

Something small landed on Evelyn's desk. She glanced up from her algebra homework and saw the purple-and-white wrapper of a Dum Dum lollipop.

Victor Criss gestured toward his peace offering. "Truce?"

"Truce," Evelyn said, giving him a half-smile. She grabbed the lollipop, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into her mouth. The grape ones had always been Evelyn's favorite. She was surprised he remembered that.

Before taking his seat, Victor gave Evelyn a long, hard look up and down. She knew why he was staring (it was the same reason everyone else was staring), but it still made her feel a little embarrassed. Was it too much? Had she gone way overboard this time? Or maybe she just looked silly. Yeah, that was probably it. Vic probably thought she looked like a little kid parading around in his mom's clothes, which were, as Steph Price so kindly pointed out, a size too big for her. She could hardly fill out the bust.

Vic said, "You really went for it this time, didn't you?"

Evelyn scowled at him, the sucker's white stick jutting out from between her lips. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything. It's just an observation. Jeez, no need to get all defensive."

"I'm not getting defensive." Evelyn took the candy out of her mouth and shook it at him. "And for your information, I have to dress up, okay? I'm a pillar of the student body. If I don't dress up for spirit week, society as we know it will crumble. It'll be anarchy!"

Vic's eyes rolled dramatically. "You love it..."

"Yeah, so what?" Evelyn put the lollipop back in her mouth, letting the sweet grape flavor coat her tongue. "All right, maybe I do love it... It's actually a lot of fun. It's like every day I get to play a new character."

"Oh, yeah?" said Vic. "So, who are you this time?"

"This time?" Evelyn pushed the candy to the other side of her mouth and thought about it. "Oh, I dunno... I was sorta going for a 'Bond girl' kinda look."

Vic smirked. "Pussy Galore?"

Evelyn gasped. "Victor Criss!" She popped the sucker out and swatted him with it.

"What?" he said. "It's a character!"

"No, it's not... Is it, really?"

"Yeah, it is." When he turned around, his deep brown eyes were smoldering with warmth. "You know, if you're gonna reference something, you should at least know what you're talking about, dum-dum." He bonked her on the head twice with his fist—dum, dum—and Evelyn instantly remembered something he said when they were kids.

Hey, that's cannibalism, you know...

Huh?

A dum-dum eating a Dum Dum... and he bonked her on the head twice, just like that.

Evelyn fixed her hair with a leisurely touch, still lost in the memory. "So, where were you this morning?"

"I had an appointment."

"Oh? What kind of appointment?"

"Just an appointment."

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "You know, you can just say you were getting your braces tightened, Vic. It's not like it's a secret you have braces. Everyone knows, and nobody cares."

"Shut up," Vic said amiably. He turned around and flipped open his textbook. "So, did I miss anything this morning?"

"Hm?" Evelyn shook her head. "Oh... no, not really."

But now that Evelyn thought about it, it was a small mercy that Victor Criss had an orthodontist appointment early that morning. If Vic had seen Henry all worked up like he was, well, Evelyn didn't know what would've happened. Nothing good, that's for damn sure.

She leaned onto her elbows and peeked over Vic's shoulder. "Hey, what'd you get for number twenty-three?"

Vic curled his arm over his notebook. "What'd you get for number twenty-three?"

"I dunno... that's why I'm asking you."

"Well, I wanna know what you put first."

"Why? What does that matter?"

"It doesn't matter at all," Vic said, sounding more smug than confident. "I just wanna hear your wrong answer. Then I'll tell you the right one."

Evelyn threw her candy wrapper at him. It hit his shoulder and bounced off. "Oh, you're such a butthead."

Vic's eyes widened in mock outrage. "A butthead?" he said, and shook his head in disapproval. "You know, words hurt, Miss Anti-Bully. Wasn't that the slogan for one of your posters?"

For that, Evelyn gave him a good whop on the shoulder, giggling as she did.

A second later, the door swung open and—"What's up, guys!"—Seth McFadden came strutting into the classroom like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. You could practically hear the Bee Gees' "Stayin' Alive" playing in the background: "Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk / I'm a woman's man, no time to talk..." His pants were pressed, his shoes were polished, and a gaudy gold chain gleamed between the unbuttoned collar of his red shirt. He did a little spin before coming down the aisle.

Oh Seth, Evelyn thought. You're a decade late, buddy.

She was happy to keep this information to herself, but then Victor Criss, the ever-dependable, said, "That's disco, dipshit."

Seth tripped over his own feet. He went down, then hopped back up. "What was that?"

"You're in the wrong decade," Vic told him. "That's seventies, not sixties."

Seth seemed to ponder this for a second. "Well, it's late sixties," he said, and took his seat. As soon as he spotted Evelyn sitting in her little yellow dress, his jaw dropped. "My goodness, Evelyn, you look gorgeous."

Evelyn smiled. "Thanks, Seth. You're not looking too bad yourself."

"Hey, thanks!" Then, a little more quietly: "You know, we should get a picture together. I left my camera in my locker, but—"

Vic said, "Easy there, Seth."

"What? I just want a picture... you know, for the memories."

"Sure ya do."

Seth puffed out his chest. "Hey, what's your problem, man? You're being more of an asshole than usual today... What, did you get your braces tightened or something?" Evelyn started to snicker when he said this, and Vic threw her an over-the-shoulder glare. Seth went on: "'Cause, you know, you're always extra grumpy after you get your braces tightened. Not that I blame you, of course. I remember when I had braces myself. That shit hurts like hell, man. I feel for you."

"Do you?" said Vic, and by now Evelyn wasn't just snickering—she was doubled over in her chair and cackling like a hyena.

"Oh my god!" she said, positively wheezing. "Oh my god, Seth, I love you so much!"

Vic, however, had no sense of humor.

He observed the idiot Seth McFadden as he giggled along with Evelyn. He let them make their jokes and have their laughs until they eventually tired themselves out. Then, while Seth was drying his eyes, Vic said in a calm, clinical voice, "Seth, I'll see you after school."

Silence.

Then: "Wait, what?"

"You heard me, Seth."

Andrew Davies and Rebecca Hall entered the classroom while arguing over last night's homework. They waved at Seth, but he didn't wave back. His face had paled with terror.

"Yeah, but..." Seth sat up, gripping the edge of his desk, as a small bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck. "Hey, I was just joking with you, man. I was giving you a ribbing, just a ribbing. Ev-Evelyn—Hey, Evelyn, help me out here! Tell him I was just kidding!"

Evelyn put her chin on her palm and fought back a smile. "Relax, Seth, he's not gonna do anything."

"See if I won't," Vic muttered, and Evelyn got the giggles again.

That was enough to send Seth McFadden into a full-blown panic. "What? Evelyn! Hey Evelyn, am I about to get my ass kicked? Evelyn? Evelyn? Dude, come on, I've got a perfect streak going here! I was just kidding around, man, really! Aww, come on, please don't kick my ass, Vic. Please. I'll do your homework for a week."

Vic, now moderately annoyed, turned toward him. "Why would I want you doing my homework? You're an imbecile."

More students were coming now. Mr. Grumley walked in with his satchel and said his good-mornings.

Seth ducked down and whispered: "Okay, then I'll... I'll pay you. How's twenty bucks sound?"

"Sounds like I'll be seeing you after school." Vic sealed this declaration with a nod, like he was making a solemn promise.

Seth nearly jumped out of his seat. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

With that, Evelyn had seen enough. She smacked Vic's shoulder and said, "Oh, stop teasing him already."

"I'm not," said Vic, only to be betrayed by his growing smile.

Halfway through Mr. Grumley's lecture, while Seth McFadden was ripping out his hair and counting down the hours until his inevitable ass-whooping, Evelyn tore out a piece of notebook paper and scribbled out a quick message.

You're horrible, the note said.

Vic wrote back: I know.

Seth took off running once the ball rang, his leather loafers squeaking as he stumbled down the hall. Vic watched him go with a smirk, then hung back for a minute while Evelyn gathered up her books.

Vic began confidently: "So, uh, about yesterday..." but as soon as Evelyn looked at him, the words swelled in his throat and choked him. He had to clear his throat a few times. "Well, before things got really weird and awkward, I was actually having a pretty good time."

"Yeah," Evelyn said. "Yeah, me too."

Vic pushed some of his hair back. "So, uh, I guess what I'm trying to say is, if you ever wanna come over and listen to music after school, I would not object to that..."

Evelyn blinked twice. "Really?" she said in a quiet, disbelieving voice. "So I can come over whenever I want?"

"Well, you gotta call first... 'cause, you know, I need at least a day's warning to mentally prepare for you."

Evelyn blushed and looked down at her feet. "You make me sound like a storm or something."

Hurricane Evelyn. Brace yourselves, folks, this one's gonna be a doozy.

"I mean, yeah," Vic said, as a tiny smile crept up the side of his face, "yeah, you kinda are."

Then he pushed his palm against her desk and sort of leaned into her. That's when Evelyn caught a whiff of that smell again—the spicy, skunky smell of cannabis leaves. Evelyn thought she was getting used to it, but now the smell was making her feel sicker than ever. And with this sickness came a new thought. It landed on her shoulder like a gnat and started buzzing in her ear: They smoke together in his room, don't they? He and Christie Gibson smoke and listen to music and do God knows what else in that room...with the condoms he has in his drawer...

Evelyn flicked the thought away, because it was small and annoying and wrong. She wasn't about to spoil this moment with childish jealousy. Instead, she smiled and said, "So, what, are we actually friends now?"

Her question made Vic chuckle, but there was very little humor in it. In fact, Evelyn thought it sounded a little sad.

"We were always friends," Vic said, and he gave her a little pat on the arm, hitting without realizing the exact spot where Henry had grabbed Evelyn this morning—the tender spot that would develop into a mighty fine bruise, or so it had seemed the last time Evelyn checked. She winced when he touched it, but tried not to show it on her face.

Vic went out. "Goodbye, Miss Moneypenny."

It took a few seconds for Evelyn to catch on. "Wait, is that...? Is that another Bond character?"

She raced out into the hallway and spotted Vic's green military jacket in a vast sea of color. He was too far away for Evelyn's voice to reach him, but she decided that was okay. Evelyn finally understood the joke. It didn't matter if Vic ever knew she did.

She laid her head against the doorframe. Friends, huh? Man, I never thought I'd be so happy to hear that word come out of his mouth.

And Evelyn was happy—truly, sincerely happy. Two years ago, that probably would have been a big, fat lie. Friendship wouldn't have been enough for her. But now it was more than enough. Now, it was perfectly fine. Better than fine. It was...

"The most amazing idea you've ever heard in your life!" Evelyn said, getting swept up in her own excitement.

In front of her lay a half-eaten cheeseburger and a giant mound of shoe-string fries. She caught Lenny sneaking a few strings while she was talking. After a while, she gave up and slid the tray over to him. It was hard to eat and pitch an idea at the same time, anyway.

"Seriously, Paul, just hear me out, okay? Imagine two kids bullying this little wimpy kid, okay? They're teasing him, calling him—I dunno—like four-eyes and pizza-face."

"Pizza-face?" Paul interrupted. "That's the best you can come up with?"

"It's just an example!" Evelyn stopped and took a quick swig of her milk. All this talking was drying out her throat. "Anyway, so imagine they're teasing this poor, defenseless kid, and nobody's coming to help him, right? You still with me?" Paul nodded while chewing his burger. "Well, just when it seems like all hope is lost, the doors whip open—WHAM!—and Darth Vader enters the gymnasium. Everyone's like, 'Oh my god, it's Darth Vader!' Like nobody sees this coming, right? It's a huge surprise! And then he does his little, you know, the little strangle-thing—"

"The Force choke."

"Huh?"

"It's called the Force choke, Evelyn. Get it right."

"Okay, fine, sorry. So he does his little Force choke, okay, and then he says his signature line—"

"Luke, I am your father..."

"What? No, shut up, Lenny!"

"Well, that is his signature line."

"Well, technically, it's: No, I am your father..."

"Right, that's true. My bad, dude, I totally misquoted."

"Dude, everyone does."

"Good movies, though."

"Great movies. Like, nothing in our lifetime will ever compare."

"Dude, they may be the greatest movies of all time."

"I know! Like, nothing else even comes close!"

Evelyn waved her hand to get their attention. "Can you two come back to Earth, please? Just for a second? When we're done here, you can go back to your galaxy far, far away, okay? Paul, what do you think of the skit idea?"

"The skit? Oh, I think it's a great idea."

Evelyn's face lit up. "Really?"

"Mhm. Just one problem, though."

"What?"

"You need to find a new Vader because I'm sure as hell not doing it."

Evelyn let out a loud, distressed moan and collapsed face-first onto the table, as if she had finally given up on life. Hannah-Beth calmly moved her lunchbox out of the way, then went back to eating her tuna salad sandwich. She really enjoyed lunch with her friends. It was always so entertaining.

"Oh, come on, why not?" Evelyn said after pulling herself up. "Nobody will even know it's you!"

"Oh, they'll know," Paul told her. "They always end up figuring it out. And when they do, they're gonna take my lightsaber—the lightsaber I made with my own two hands, Evelyn—and they're gonna shove it right up my..."

Seth McFadden came to their table with tears in his eyes. He put his hands on Paul and Lenny's shoulders and started blubbering like an idiot. "I just wanna say it's been a real pleasure getting to know you guys this year. We've had a lot of laughs, and a lot of smiles, and I'm truly proud to call you all my friends."

Paul's face twisted into an expression of befuddled horror. "What is happening?"

Lenny said, "Dude, I don't even know who this is," and wiggled himself free of Seth's grasp.

"His name's Seth McFadden," Evelyn told Lenny. "He's a junior, and I think he's saying his last goodbyes to everyone."

Meanwhile, Seth McFadden departed their table with a sniff and moved on to a group of freshmen. The teenage girls were rightfully disturbed by Seth's sappy spiel. One girl lurched away from him and said, "Dude, you're creeping us out. Go away!"

Evelyn rolled her eyes. Boy, he was really pulling out the dramatics with this one. "Victor Criss said he's gonna kick his ass after school."

Paul winced like he had just taken a punch to the gut. "Oh, no... the streak finally ends, huh?" To honor this, he and Lenny gave Seth a round of applause; then Paul hollered: "Hey, you got nothing to be ashamed of, McFadden! Four years is a solid run, man, real solid run. Keep your chin up, buddy!"

Seth put his hand on his chest, grateful for their praise. Then lunch resumed and Lenny went back to eating Evelyn's fries.

"Tough luck having your streak end with Criss, though," he said. "What'd he do to piss him off?"

Evelyn said, "He talked about his braces."

"Well, that'll do it."

Paul nodded. "Yeah, that was a dumbass move on his part. Vic's pretty easy to avoid if you're careful enough, but if you somehow manage to land on his bad side, well, look out. He's not a power-puncher like Bowers, but boy, is he precise. Seth's gonna be feeling that one for a while."

"Dude, you have no idea," Lenny said. "Last time I pissed off Criss, he hit me right in the kidney. I was pissing blood for days. I seriously thought I was gonna die."

Evelyn looked at Hannah-Beth, who was quietly eating her lunch. "Was your last school this ridiculous?"

Hannah-Beth giggled with her hand over her mouth because she was still chewing. She swallowed her food and shook her head. "No, my last school was really boring. This is way better."

Evelyn smiled at that. "Yeah, I guess it's not so bad."

The past two weeks had been really stressful and tense, but now it felt like things were slowly getting back to normal. This was evident as Evelyn gazed around the crowded cafeteria. It was like a carnival out there—a wacky, wild, wonderful carnival. Seth McFadden was going around making a fool of himself. ("We've had a lot of laughs, and a lot of smiles, and I'm truly proud to call you all my friends.") Scott Kellerman was on his feet and singing "Barbara Ann" to the one girl in school named Barbara. She was a senior and her boyfriend was the quarterback of the football team, but neither of them seemed to mind as they watched the sophomore boy sing and dance his little heart out. They were even kind enough to applaud when he was finished. "Now beat it, geek," her boyfriend said afterward, and Scott hauled ass back to his table.

Jake Newham was sitting with his friends and looking awfully dapper in his sweater and tie, his hair gleaming (and likely rather greasy) from the pomade he'd combed into his hair. Hannah-Beth said he looked like a young John F. Kennedy. Evelyn couldn't entirely disagree.

And to think there was a time when all I wanted was to be his Jackie O. Well, now look at me.

Evelyn nudged Hannah-Beth's arm. "Is she here?"

"Who?"

"You know who."

"Oh, Manda Bosch? Again? Evie, you gotta let this go. It's beyond obsession at this point." Hannah-Beth grabbed a carrot stick out of her snack bag and nibbled on it. "Besides, what are you gonna do if you find her? Do you really think you'll be able to look her in the eye and ask her what happened?"

"Probably not," Evelyn admitted, ashamed. She ducked down a little and said, "Is he still looking over here?"

Hannah-Beth glanced discreetly to the right, to where Henry Bowers was sitting with his back against the wall, and she saw something that made her heart leap into her throat. She whipped back around, her eyes bulging with fright, and said, "Okay, umm, you're about to have some company."

"What do you mean?" Evelyn asked, as the chair beside her groaned against the floor.

Then Paul Colborne said in a nervous, drawn-out voice, "Can we help you?"

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kaijime · 3 years

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watch your mouth

includes. osamu miya x f!reader

cw. corruption kink, virgin reader/first time, osamu wants to breed u <33, dubcon, kitchen sex? [it’s in his shop so?], fingering, pierced dick [prince albert piercing], vaginal penetration, size kink, praise kink, tummy bulge, breeding kink, slight dumbification, creampie, thigh slapping?

wc. 3k

a/n. my piece for @seita’s corrupt-a-virgin collab, thank you for letting me join!!

osamu miya likes to think he follows a strict routine. he wakes up early, shows up for his job, works, and goes home, waiting for tomorrow to arrive and the cycle to repeat itself.

but ever since you've entered his restaurant, you've become a part of his routine.

he sits behind the kitchen counter, watching in admiration how you tend to the customers. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't staring at your ass, but it’s not a lie if he doesn't say it right?

"samu?" there's that nickname again, the one you deemed him ever since that interview for the part time job. "this customer says you forgot to give her a part of her order"

"no i didn't"

"yeah, look" you approach him with the receipt in hand, pointing to a small part of the inked writing. "see?"

he can't see. or at least he can't see the receipt. he's too focused on you, pressing up against him. he knows you're not at fault, but you couldn't be that innocent.

you couldn't be innocent enough to not know the things you were doing to him, the things you were making him feel, the urges that blossomed with every lingering look and longing touch you left on his body. you just couldn't be.

right?

yet, even when his idiotic brother dropped by his shop and shamelessly started flirting with you, you, it seemed like you didn't catch onto what he was doing.

"what's the freakiest place you've ever had sex in?" the fake blond asked, and osamu would've stopped him, if he wasn't curious to hear the answer for himself. still, he doesn't drive his full attention away from the counters he's been wiping, seemingly focused on the simple task.

you chuckled awkwardly under your breath. "that's inappropriate, tsu-"

"c'mon, tell me" he bumps his elbow against yours "can't be that bad"

"no i-... i've never uhm..." osamu can tell you're stumbling and stuttering to find an answer, so he lends you a few helping words.

"'tsumu” he calls "will ya stop harrassin' my employees?"

"'m just talkin' to her samu, no need to make a big fuss" he downs the last of his food and leaves, supposedly in a sudden rush.

it doesn't seem like it’s been hours since then, but the moon hangs low, and the crickets sing outside the window in spite of the late hour. despite the passing of time, not a single word has been said between you and your boss about the conversation you had with his brother, and every minute that passes only seems to thicken the tension between the two of you.

"shit" you mumble, mostly to yourself. you didn’t expect him to shoot up from his place, bent down searching through the lower cabinets.

"watch yer mouth" he says, an evident frown on his face, where he would once smile at you and nod in greeting.

"sorry" you reply, lip pouting slightly while you cleaned off your finger with a paper towel "just got a papercut" the blood tints the paper red and you wince at the stinging sensation.

"here" he holds out his hand to examine yours, even though you already cleaned most of it off, there's still a slight trickle of blood. he wipes it out with the towel he always hangs on his shoulder.

as he cleans your hand, he can't help but think about how it'd look so pretty wrapped around his cock. it would certainly bring more relief than his fist after all this time he's spent thinking about you while stroking himself late at night.

it’s not the first time thoughts like these cloud osamu's mind, but this time he's a little less discreet about it. he stares at your hand like he wants to devour it, and you'd be a fool not to notice it.

"samu?" you call out to his faraway mind, and he snaps out of his thoughs, loosening his grip around your hand.

"right" he mumbles, clearing his throat "sorry"

"thank you" you almost whisper, if he wasn't so close to you, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

he turns and goes back to the cabinets, thinking about what you answered earlier. you'd never what? had sex? were you that uncorrupted?

it would make sense to him, and it would help ease the pain of seeing you let his brother flirt with you like he wasn't even there, but those are all selfish reasons he wants to believe, and he's too scared to ask.

apparently not scared enough.

“what were ya talkin’ about with my brother” he asks, nonchalant as ever, making your breath hitch as you turned around hesitantly.

“we were just chatting” you say, the slightest purse on your lips that tried to relieve the nervousness of the conversation.

“sorry about that” he apologizes. “he can be annoyin’ sometimes”

“oh no, he wasn’t” you lie, clenching around the table cloth you held in your hands. even if the talk had been going smoothly, you still felt on edge after the question his brother left you thinking about. “he was really friendly”

“really?” his hands find comfort in his pockets, and if you’d looked close enough, you would’ve seen the slight smirk in his lip, one that indicates how eager he is to hear what you had to say. “then why didn’ you answer his question?”

if only you knew how much it mattered to him, to know if you were a pretty untouched virgin or not. osamu miya likes to go for girls like you, college girls who look for a quick cashgrab as a part time employee, innocent little girls who unknowingly fall for his charms and next thing you know he’s ruining them with his cock.

but you feel different, you feel delicate. like a pretty piece of porcelain he might break if he continues to toy with you under his calloused hands. yet, he can’t help but think about how perfect he finds your body. perfectly ripe and ready to be filled to the brim with his seed, the perfect age to be plump and round with a child. his child.

“does it matter?”

oh, it does, especially when he pins you against the counter and grips your cheeks between his thumb and his index finger. “samu?” you ask, displaying that innocent look on your face he’d grown to hate.

“i told ya to watch yer mouth” his hands roam down your body until they grab at the back of your thighs. “now jump”

“samu i- i’ve never done anything like-“

“i said jump” hesitant with your actions, you jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he settles you on the shop counter, where he takes off your pants and runs a finger over your clothes slit.

“please” you grip his wrist and beg in hopes for him to stop, but he slaps it away, pinning them behind you with his other hand. he slides your panties down your legs and plays with your clit, circling the nub with his fingertips and watching as your expression changes from one of fear to pleasure.

“please what?” his breath shudders against your neck, where he nuzzles his head and finds comfort in your scent. he slowly inserts a finger into your hole, scanning your face and searching for any signs of discomfort, despite him practically forcing you into this position.

you’re not strong enough to answer him, too lost in the way his fingers feel inside you. you’d been too afraid to do anything by yourself, but god did it feel so good when you gave yourself up to him, slightly bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers and arching your back into his frame.

he’s fond of every little expression you make, the bite of your lips, the clench of your thighs around his hand, and the tilt of your head, willingly granting him access to the skin, all for him to mark, bite and suck. all for him to claim as his.

“d’ya like it?” he asks, putting another one of his fingers to use inside your tight walls, feeling them clench and suck his fingers back inside every time he was close to taking them out.

“yes! yes! i-i... mmh!” you can’t even finish the sentence, not only because you’re sobbing and clenching around his digits uncontrollably at the foreign yet pleasurable sensation, but also because his lips suddenly enclosed yours in a hungry kiss.

he didn’t even have to put up a fight with you, pleased to find you let him do whatever he wanted with your mouth. his tongue tangles with yours in a passionate clash of lips, until he pulls away at the feeling of your hips wildly bucking against his hand, a sign of your inevitable orgasm approaching.

“feels weird ‘samu! ‘s-‘samu please!” the implication of your sensations being new to you made his cock strained against his pants, threatening the thick fabric of his jeans to snap if he grew even harder. the tight knot in your stomach finally snaps when he curls his fingers, sending you into ecstasy as your vision blocked out and you moaned uncontrollably loud.

still, after everything, osamu hasn’t forgotten where he is, and he knows his shop isn’t a decent place to lose your virginity. so he puts you down with shaky legs and slips up your panties, catching you before your trembling thighs can treason you and make you fall.

“do ya have a car here?” he says, grabbing his keys from the counter and puts a hand on your hip, guiding you over to the door which he locks before he continues to walk to his car. the dim lighting of the parking made this the perfect spot, if he were to fuck you in his car, no one would see it. but he has self control, or at least he tells himself that.

“no, my friend usually picks me up” he hums an answer and opens the passenger door to his car.

“i live a few minutes from here” he explains “wanna come over?” he asks, fully aware that he’s taking a leap of faith and you could just refuse him. but that’s not the case, and he’s more than happy to see you hesitantly get in his car and put your bag in your lap, covering yourself as much as you can since he ‘forgot’ to give you back your shorts.

the short ride to his house is awkwardly silent, and terribly torturous. his hand had found home in your thigh, and it had only sent an ache between your legs like you’d never felt before, prompting a clench from your thighs every so often.

he wasn’t lying, he only lived ten minutes away from his shop, but the distance seemed so much longer when his lingering touch would leave you high with the need for more.

“you ready?” he asks, holding the door open for you again as he waits for you to take his hand and get out of his car. he’s quick with hoisting you up and wrapping your thighs against his hips, carrying you to his doorway and leading the way to his room. there, he gently placed you on the bed and stripped off his clothing, taking off the apron he should’ve taken off at the shop, his shirt, his pants and—

“eager?” he can see the wanting look in your eyes, he’d be a fool not to notice it. his voice only startles you out of your thoughts, enough to make you stand up and take off your shirt as well, now fully exposed to him if it weren’t for the bra covering up your tits. there’s only so much he can hold back, but right now, with those pretty puppy eyes you unintentionally give him, he just can’t help it when he takes off your bra and slightly suckles at your nipple, circling his tongue around your perky nub and watching your face warm up in embarrassment.

he takes you to his bed again, this time while he plants kisses all over your neck. he’s hungry with the way he nips and bites at the skin, leaving a trail of teeth marks that would need to be covered up in the morning. in the morning, because right now, you couldn’t be bothered to care about anything else other than the way he rutted against you.

his cock already seemed big when he hadn’t taken off his briefs, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he slipped them off and rubbed his tip against your clit, right?

he was huge, thick tip dripping precum, with a girth that looked too big to be real, pulsing against your pussy. he positions it against your drooling hole, using your slick to lube up his tip and feeling— metal?

you sit up, leaning against your elbows to see the prince albert piercing that runs along his tip, metal jewelry threatening to slip into your pussy, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“i-it won’t fit!” you kick and shake your thighs around him, only for him to put your ankles together and fold your legs over his shoulder, pinning you down and slipping in the pierced head of his cock. you wince and gasp at the sudden stretch, silenced by his mouth clashing against yours, eagerly nipping at your bottom lip, desperate to drink in all your saccharine moans.

“good girl” he praises, slipping in inch by inch of his cock into your tight virgin walls “fuck- this tight little cunt is suckin’ me in, want ma cock princess? yeah? gonna stuff ya full of me ‘til ya can’t even speak, you’ll just be a dumb baby for me”

“hurts!” your words only drive him closer to shoving himself in one smooth thrust, but he holds back, he sees how much you struggle to take barely half of him, he wants to make this good for you to. he wants to make your first time your best time, the one you’ll remember and think about if you ever fuck another man. he wants to mold your insides to fit his cock perfectly, he wants to train you to be his perfect little girl who won’t find another way to get off if she doesn’t have his cock, he wants you to depend on him to always make you feel good.

“‘s ok princess” he leans down, folding you into a mating press as he kisses your neck and slips in the last of his cock, covered in a thin layer of white sheen. “my good girl, creamin’ around me” he mumbles against your ear while he starts a slow pace into your pussy, carefully rutting his hips into you, almost afraid he would break you. “so pretty”

“please!” you sob, tears stream down your face despite his carefulness, it would break his heart, but he can feel the way your own body betrays you, clenching around him and pulling him in for more of the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your walls. “so big! c-can’t take it!”

“sure ya can, look” he puts a hand to your tummy, guiding you to do the same as he puts his hand over yours. there’s a small bulge, that appears and disappears whenever he thrusts in and out. “you’re takin’ it so well princess, keep yer hand right there” his other hand starts working tight circles against your clit, making you throw back your head at the sudden sensation.

“no! if you do that i-!”

“what are ya gonna do? cum? clench around my cock like yer doin’ right now every time i praise ya?” you fist the sheets to your sides, anything to relieve the aching between your legs and the tight knot that keeps forming in your stomach again.

“please don’t!” you desperately paw at his wrist, only to be slapped away and for him to increase the speed of his cock, rutting into your with more force. suddenly, the head of his piercing hits a different spot, one that left you gasping for air and arching your back against the mattress. “ah! right there- right there ‘samu!”

“yeah? you like it when i fuck ya right there?” he parrots, angling his hips at the same spot over and over, abusing it until he’s sloppily thrusting into you, on the verge of cumming and spilling all his load into you. “my pretty girl, moanin’ like a bitch in heat, all because i’m makin’ ya feel good”

“yes ‘samu! please please, please m-make me feel good! wanna cum, please!” fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you scream and beg for him, unwillingly rutting your hips against him as you cum around his cock, your high too much for your sensitive body as you whine uncontrollably when he doesn’t stop. you’re too overstimulated to say a word, gone too dumb on his cock to even realize that you’re babbling little nonsense words about how good you feel, and how much you want him.

“dumb lil’ thing” he says, giving one sharp, final thrust before he empties his load between your legs, deep inside you, careful not to move you too much in fear of his cum spilling out of your clenching hole.

he’s right, you are a dumb little thing, because as soon as he pulls out you’re desperately bucking your hips, blindly searching for him in hope he would fill up the sudden emptiness in your pussy, unintentionally spilling all his hard work between your thighs.

“no!” he grunts, slapping your thigh and grounding you to the mattress as you wince in pain, dark color blossoming at the skin where he’d placed the spank. “look what you’ve done, bad fuckin’ girl” he says, the sudden tone shift sends a tinge of fear all over your body, and you’re reduced to nothing but a kin to a stray puppy, a terrible look of guilt in your eyes, even if you don’t realize what you’ve done wrong.

“look at the mess you made” he mumbles, flipping you over and placing ass up “now i’m gonna have to fill ya up all over again”

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noteguk · 3 years

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bad influence | jjk | m

— summary; in which you know Jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.

— contents and warnings; pwp, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, car sex, dirty talk, fingering, hair pulling, breast play, jk has a big dick and an attitude, unprotected sex (condoms are your friends), jk being kind of a douche, use of the word “slut”, cum eating, creampie, cockwarming, possessiveness, he slaps her ass like once, enemies to fuckbuddies pretty much

— words; 4.5k

— author’s note; I got carried away because I don’t know how to control myself!!! Also bad boy Jungkook is a fucking concept and I’m exhausted. Have fun. // BAD INFLUENCE COLLECTION

You didn’t even know who you were trying to convince when you told yourself that you wouldn’t fall for Jungkook’s cheap charms anymore because, clearly, that wasn’t working. Every time you saw him, every dumb promise you made in front of the mirror came crumbling down, erasing your defenses along with it.

That whole “falling for the bad boy” fiasco was really pathetic, and you knew that terribly well. You thought you had prepared yourself well enough to see through that mess of testosterone and leather jackets, of hollow smirks and messy dark hair. You knew better than to get involved with someone that didn’t take anything seriously and, worse, that mocked you for doing the opposite.

You knew that Jeon Jungkook was nothing but trouble and, yet, you came crawling back to him every single time.

“Fuck,” he moaned against your mouth, his eyes flickering shut at another roll of your hips. His voice was so deep, so rough, that you felt yourself clenching around nothing, a small whimper dripping from your lips as you pressed your panties against his bulge one more time. “You should wear skirts more often, you look like a sexy schoolgirl.”

You rolled your eyes, struggling to keep your balance on his lap. Straddling him on the driver seat of his car really wasn’t how you thought your night out would end, but it wasn’t all that surprising either. “I fucking hate you sometimes,” you spat.

Jungkook smirked, taking one of his large hands to the back of your head. “Only sometimes? I should try harder, then.”

You were left without a chance to respond because, within a second, he was pressing his lips against yours in a deep, sensual kiss. Jungkook always made out with you like he was about to lose you, like he was drowning and you were his last, desperate gush of air. Jungkook had been the only one who had ever kissed you like that, so messy, but yet so passionate; every curl of his tongue against yours making you melt in his embrace. You, of course, would never tell him how much you liked it, your pride would never allow you to do so.

His palm was firm and hot against your cheek, tilting your head slightly to the side so he could deepen the kiss. His other hand was tenderly placed on your hips, guiding them as you continued to grind against his clothed erection. The air inside his car was so heavy that you felt as if you couldn’t even breathe, only small whimpers echoing between your mouths at the gentle caresses of your clit against the fabric of his pants.

But, as much as Jungkook was having fun, that grinding session was starting to annoy him a bit. He had been waiting to have you all night — going through the motions of boring bar conversations and brushing off the shameless flirting of other girls — and he wasn’t going to spend his sweet time just dry humping you like you two were horny teenagers.

So, he took his shot as you raised your hips from his. Before you could move your body down once again, one of his hands traveled beneath the hem of your skirt, his nails pressing down on the skin of your thighs as he made his way towards your pussy. Jungkook had been daydreaming about your cunt wrapping around his cock for far too long then, and he needed to remind himself of how good that felt.

“Fuck, babygirl, look at you… You’re soaked and I didn’t even touch you yet.” Jungkook smirked wickedly, his fingers faintly tracing its way up and down your clothed folds. You shivered at the contact, biting on your lip to avoid moaning out — he, of course, noticed that. He had quite the natural talent when it came to seeing what made you tick. “Why are you holding back, baby? Afraid that someone will hear you?”

Your only response was a shaky breath from your nose, the words far too complicated to leave your mouth. Only Jungkook, in all of his great self, was able to make you such a mess so quickly, and you hated your body for being so reactive under his touches. It was the expectation, you noticed, the anticipation of knowing how well he fucked you, of knowing he was only taking his time before ruining you.

Without hesitation, he pulled your panties to the side and placed two of his fingers between your pussy lips, barely brushing your entrance. Jungkook covered his digits with your wetness and moved them toward your clit, pressing them delicately on your sensitive nub. “I asked you a question, baby.”

A bit overwhelmed, you breathed out, trying to keep yourself composed. It was almost impossible when it came to him. “Yeah, I don’t want people to know,” you admitted.

He knew that, of course. It was a common worry amongst the two of you — especially when Jungkook had such a thing when it came to risky places to have sex in. Fucking you in his car, right outside the bar where you two had accidentally ran into each other, was far from being one of the most out-there situations he had created.

“Hm? Know what?” He continued playing his self-indulgent game, pressing down on your clit. Your body jilted at the contact, mouth parting slightly and hands resting on his broad shoulders as he began slowly moving in circles over your sweet spot. “That pretty little ___ isn’t such a good girl, after all?”

“J-Jungkook,” his name was a pathetic moan that died on your tongue, barely a whispered plea as he continued his advances on your clit. You had broken down so easy and so fast, you didn’t even remember you had once promised yourself that you would never come back to his bad boy shenanigans.

But it was so, so hard to keep yourself away from him. You were only human, and Jungkook was this little demon ruining you just a bit more every time.

“Are you worried that they’ll know that, beneath all those good grades, all those nights spent studying in your room, all that fucking charity work...” His fingers pressed harshly against your clit and your back arched, making you almost hit the steering wheel behind you. The thought of accidentally pressing down the horn made your blood run cold, and you forced yourself to lean back against his chest. “That under all that, you’re still a slut for my cock?”

Your eyes fluttered shut, pleasure starting to climb up your spine as his voice guided you towards the past. All the times you snuck out during the night, all the times he fucked you raw after just bickering with you in front of your friends. All the times you told everyone that he was just a pile of trouble, and yet you begged for him to bury himself between your thighs until you were crying out his name. Really, it was difficult to find a bratty clapback when he was fucking you senseless, and Jungkook seemed to like that discovery just as much as you.

And still, sometimes he didn’t like when you didn’t answer him.

“You’re so shy all of a sudden…” he trailed off, taking one of his hands to pull up your crop top. He didn’t take it off, especially when he knew you’d freak out being topless in a public parking lot, he just needed to have better access to your bra. “You aren’t this quiet when you’re around other people, though. Always mocking me, being so mean…”

“Don’t play the victim, you do the same to me,” you found the strength to respond, making Jungkook stop his motions on your clit right away. You sighed in frustration, your shoulders falling as you watched him lick his lips. “Why did you stop?”

“I’m waiting,” he said.

“For what?”

“For an answer, baby.” He smirked. “You’re so mean. You always leave me hanging.”

“That’s not true,” you said, taking your hands to his nape. There, you played with the strands of his hair, making him groan after a harsh pull. “What’s the question?”

Jungkook hummed, taking his free hand to your bra and cupping one of your breasts — his other one was still paused, hovering over your clit like an unspoken promise. “Do people know?” He repeated, unclamping your bra with one swift motion and pushing it up along with your top. “Do they know how much of a dirty girl you are?”

You swallowed hard and pushed your body against his fingers, trying to find some more friction. “I’m not,” you said, but could not believe your own words. “It’s just—“

The lie vanished the second that his lips found your nipple, his velvety tongue coming out to circle around it before he gave you a harsh suck. You pressed yourself closer to his mouth at the contact, and you could no longer hide the needy moan that escaped you — which seemed to satisfy Jungkook.

“You’re not?” He spoke as he pulled away from your breast. Jungkook’s fingers slithered away from your clit and dove inside your pussy without further warning, making you cry out his name. No matter how many times you touched yourself, your fingers could never compare to his larger ones, making you stretch out so sweetly around them. “So why are you soaking my fingers like this? That’s so filthy, baby...”

You clenched your teeth. “God, you’re so annoying.”

“And you’re so wet,” this time, however, the mockery in his voice had faded a bit, giving space to a newfound wave of lust. As much as Jungkook loved to tease you, he was quite fast to break too — and the lewd sounds of your pussy were making him lose his mind. “Are you remembering all the times I fucked you before? All the times I pounded this tight pussy until you were crying? Begging for my cock?”

God, you could feel as the heat started to spread down your body, guided by his words alone. When you spoke again, your voice wasn’t as firm as you expected. “J-Jungkook, that’s not…”

“Not what, baby?” He interrupted, tilting his head to the side. You hated how clothed he was, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted to ride him like that — in that stupid leather jacket of his. “You didn’t like it?”

“I- I did.” It was getting hard to think when his thick fingers were pumping in and out of you so well. “I loved it.”

Those words left your throat before you could stop yourself, and your heart almost sank when you realized you had actually praised Jungkook, local douchebag, for something. You knew that he wouldn’t let that go anytime soon. “Loved being fucked like a good slut, right?” He asked, moving his fingers faster. You moaned especially loud when he started pushing them apart, scissoring you.

“Yes,” you gasped, utterly defeated at that point.

“Hmmm… so let me ask you again, and I expect a direct answer this time,” Jungkook said, leaning his head against the crook of your neck. His voice was a cloud of heat against your skin, vibrating up and down your body. “Do people know that you’re a slut for my cock?”

“No,” you finally responded, fingers digging on his hair. Your pleasure was increasing so fast that you knew it was just a matter of time before you were cumming around his fingers, like you had done so many times before. “Only you know, Jungkook.”

That seemed to really satisfy him, because it was his turn to grunt against your flesh. The sound of his voice, so hoarse and guttural, made you clench around his fingers. “You’re getting so tight, baby.” He breathed out, unable to hide the desire that coated his words. Jungkook really needed to feel that delicious pussy of yours around his cock before he went insane. “Close?”

This time, your answer didn’t take long to come out. “Yes.”

“I have another question for you,” he started, and you would've rolled your eyes at him if you weren’t so awfully close to your high. “Do you wanna come on my cock or my fingers?”

“Both, please,” you moaned out and rolled your hips against his hand, dignity long forgotten. You wondered what your friends would say if they knew you were pleading for Jungkook, of all people, to make you cum.

“Not both, you have to pick one.” Jungkook stopped his movements for the second time that night, and you couldn’t help cursing out at the absence of motion. You clenched around his fingers, making a sly smirk spread across his features. “I’m feeling especially greedy tonight.”

“Fuck you,” you said, taking a moment to organize your thoughts. As much as you really, really needed to cum, the idea of not having Jungkook’s dick inside you was much worse than waiting just a few more minutes to have it. “Your cock.”

He smiled and, for a moment, he almost looked innocent. Almost. “I thought so,” Jungkook teased, giving you one final pump of his fingers and watching as you bit your lip at the abrupt feeling. “I know you love it.”

You scoffed. “You have such an attitude.”

“Maybe,” Jungkook said as he removed his fingers from your pussy, watching how they shimmered, coated by your wetness. He looked up at you and took his hand towards your mouth. “Let me see you taste it,” he told you, tapping on your bottom lip. Obedient, you opened your mouth for him, allowing for his digits to slither inside. With a whimper, you sucked him like you would his cock, curling your tongue around him in a way that left Jungkook cursing out. “So fucking hot.”

His eyes were focused on your mouth as he pulled his fingers away from it, swallowing dry at the “pop” sound it made when it left your lips. “Now,” he almost groaned, “let me taste it.”

Jungkook crashed his mouth on yours, making you moan against his kiss once again. His tongue hungrily danced with yours, searching for your taste as his hands grabbed your ass, pressing you down against his aching member. You never wanted something as much as you wanted to feel him inside you right then, and Jungkook also didn’t want to wait any longer.

He smirked against your mouth when he heard the sound of his zipper opening, your hands working fast to pull his pants down. “I told you that you love my cock.”

“God,” you complained, pulling at the hem of his pants. Jungkook raised his hips from the seat so you could slide them down, bringing his underwear along with it. “Do you ever stop talking?”

“Only when you let me eat you out.” His cock had sprung free, resting against his abdomen as your hands moved to grab it. Again, another compliment that you would never give him, but Jungkook had one of the prettiest (and biggest) dicks you had ever seen; already so enlarged and red-tipped, leaking with pre-cum. Just looking at it made you horny, and it wasn’t long before you were taking it in your hand, giving it a few pumps before brushing your thumb over his crown, spreading his wetness all over it. “Fuck, that feels good.”

The pleasure in his voice almost blinded you for a moment, making you forget what had been your intention in the first place. However, as you felt yourself clenching around nothing, you came back to your senses.

“I wanna feel your warm little cunt around me, baby,” Jungkook breathed out, watching as your hand continued to pump him.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling especially nice tonight,” you told him, placing your thighs closer to his center. With a grunt of expectation, Jungkook’s eyes followed as you raised your skirt with one hand and guided his cock towards your heat with the other one. “Ready to make your schoolgirl fantasy come to life?”

He opened his lips to respond, but his voice was lost the second that you pressed his tip against your opening, coating his cock with your warmness. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned, hands grabbing your ass as you sank down on him.

“Oh, God,” you whined as you bottomed out, your walls pulsating around him as you got used to his size. No matter how many times he fucked you, you couldn’t get used to his large size and the amazing way he filled you up like no one else could. “Jungkook, you’re so big.”

That was another comment that, unfortunately, you could not hold back. Because you hated yourself, that was why. “You can take it, baby,” he said, pressing down on your ass. “Be a good girl and take everything.”

With his added force, you sank down until you had all of him inside you, practically sitting against his thighs by the time you were done. Taken away by the delicious feeling of his thick cock inside you, you started slowly setting a pace, moving up just so you could crash back down; the sound of skin on skin filling the still, muffled atmosphere of his car.

“Shiiiiit, ____, you’re so tight.” He breathed out heavy, watching the way your bodies connected; the way his dick was coated by your wetness. “I can’t get used to it, it’s the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

Now it was your time to be carried away by his compliments. It was stupid, but having Jungkook praise you (especially after he spent most of his days making fun of you) had you feeling over the moon. Before you could hold yourself back, you were already setting up a rhythm, bouncing up and down on him in a way that got him seeing stars; moaning in delight every time you rolled your hips on him.

“Fuck, yeah, ride this cock,” Jungkook groaned, thowing his head back against the seat. His hair was a mess, falling over his eyes and gluing against his sweaty forehead; and yet he looked like sin incarnated as you fucked yourself onto him. Those saliva-coated lips, those furrowed eyebrows, and the deep, hungry gaze that he sent you way every time you sunk down on him would be the death of you.

Jungkook breathed out as you started to pick up your pace, your hands pressing down on his shoulders as your ass bounced against his thighs. “Such a good slut,” he praised breathlessly, taking one of his hands to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes. “Such a filthy little thing.”

Pride forgotten, you knew what he wanted to hear. “O-only for you,” your words were a confusing mess of syllables, mind drunk on the feeling of his big cock pumping in and out of you. Only Jungkook could fill you up like that, only he could make you such a mess so quickly.

“Oh, I know, baby.” His palm came down heavy against the globe of your ass, stinging your skin and making you cry out in an amazing mixture of pain and desire. You whimpered at the feeling that his slap left behind, your eyes dazed and unfocused as you looked down at the boy. “This pussy is all mine.”

You called out his name as he started thrusting up, the force of his movements increasing your pleasure immensely. You loved when Jungkook started to get rough with you, when he started to use you like you were just a doll for him to seek his own high.

He pulled on your hair, making your head tilt backwards and presenting him with a glorious view of your neck. Jungkook groaned against your flesh, his lips and tongue attacking your skin in a way that you knew would leave marks the following day — just the way he liked it. “I want to fuck you forever,” he moaned, “Wanna make this pussy so messy with my cum. Mark it as my own.”

“It’s yours, Jungkook,” you told him, lost in the buildup of your pleasure. “It’s all yours.”

He groaned, and the force of his hips snapping against yours only increased. Weak, you allowed your body to tumble against his strong chest, letting him use you the way he wanted it.

“Such a tight and wet pussy for me,” he moaned out through clenched teeth. Jungkook looked almost animalistic then, only wanting to fuck you until his stamina ran out. “Say my name, baby.”

“J-Jungkook,” you gasped.

“Louder,” he hissed, buckling his hips higher. The feeling of his cock thrusting upwards and reaching even deeper inside you got you seeing stars, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open. “I want everyone to hear it. Hear how good I make you feel, hear that this pussy is all mine.”

Any other time, you would refuse to do something so absurd — but, at that moment, your mind was floating far away from that car, and all that you wanted was to be a good girl for him. “Jungkook!” you called his name louder, moaning out at you felt his cock throbbing inside you.

“Again,” he rasped out, his jaw clenching.

“Jungkook, fuck!” You almost yelled out, the world turning into nothing as you continued to fuck yourself on his cock. Moments like those were wonderful: all your problems went away, and you could only focus on the way he made you feel so deliciously full.

“Ah, that’s it, shit,” he cursed out, member throbbing inside your pussy, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

You cried out at the thought, wanting nothing more than to see him cuming because of you. “C-Cum inside me, please.”

“Yeah, baby,” he said, his voice lost in pleasure. You could feel his desperation from the way his hips crashed against yours with much more force, hitting deep inside you. “Take everything.”

His mind went blank when you clenched around his cock, wiping everything away from him but the delicious feeling of your walls sinking down on him. Jungkook looked like he was in a haze, his eyes unfocused and teeth sinking on his lip, barely watching the way he disappeared inside you. He only needed a bit more to be pushed over the edge.

“Please, fill me up, Jungkook,” you begged. His eyes darted towards yours, watching your face. He could see that you had tears pooling at the corner of your eyes, a faint heat in your cheeks. God, he had completely ruined you. “Please, I need your cum.”

And that was it. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, a deep groan leaving his throat as he spilled himself inside you, hearing the lewd sounds of your wetness as he continued to thrust up against your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed, head falling against the seat once more. Jungkook’s eyes closed as he felt the last drops of his cum being milked by you, his mind a jumble of broken words and disconnected ideas. “Oh, fuck, baby, fuck. Take it, baby, fuck...”

Of course you did as he asked, and you took every drop of his cum until it was starting to spill out of you. You couldn’t even look down, but you were sure that you were a complete mess between your legs. “J-Jungkook, I’m so close,” you cried out, drunk on the feeling of his thrusts.

“God, that’s it.” He pressed down on your hips, overwhelmed with the feeling of your walls clenching around his sensitive member. Jungkook loved it, though, loved seeing you cum around his cock like it was all that you ever wanted to do; loved watching your face as you looked at him with so much desperation that he almost grunted out. You really were a precious thing. “Make a mess on my fat cock, come on, baby. Let me see you cum for me.”

His request was like magic to you, and you came right after, calling his name amidst breathy moans and high-pitched whimpers. Jungkook kept whispering in your ear as you rode your high, praising how good you were for him, how good you felt around him, until you crashed down against his chest, absolutely spent.

Still, you had experienced enough sexual adventures with Jungkook to know that he still wanted two more things before he called it a night. He had his particular tastes.

“Let me see it.” Jungkook told you about a minute later, and you knew exactly what he wanted you to do. With your thighs still trembling a little, you leaned back against the steering wheel and pushed your body upwards, letting his dick slip out of you. Jungkook hummed in delight as you pulled up your skirt and he watched his cum dripping down your thighs, painting your folds in a delicate shade of white. He always loved to admire his work. “So fucking pretty… and all mine.”

You had to bite down your lip not to whimper at the touch of his fingertips against your pussy, catching a bit of his cum on them. He took it to his mouth, humming around his digits as he tasted himself. “You always make such a mess,” you complained.

“Shut up, I always clean it.” Jungkook sighed, looking at you almost tenderly. “You know what I’m gonna ask.”

Yes, you did.

You sighed. “Fine.”

Jungkook hummed happily as you propped yourself over his cock once again, now half-hard, and placed it back inside you, sinking down until you were sitting on his lap. “Good girl.” He sighed in bliss, his hand caressing your hair as you rested your head against his broad chest. You didn’t understand why Jungkook loved staying inside you after sex, but you couldn’t deny that you weren’t bothered by it. You just liked to pretend as if you were. “Feels so nice.”

You pressed yourself against his chest. “I hate you.”

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your lower back. “No, you don’t.”

And you hated that he was right.

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missluckycharms · 3 years

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What about nobody knows their secretly dating, but they’re always flirting. So one day all of their Friends are at a club and y/n gets on the dance floor and starts twerking and Harry comes up behind her and starts grinding and tapping her ass and all there friends are whistling.

This Little Secret Of Ours.

A/N: hiii! I made this into a best friends brother! Harry blurb and I also changed a few things. I hope you don’t mind! Enjoyyy !!

**I will be getting around to all your requests in the next few days, please be patient !! Thank you !! **

Warnings: suggestive content, mature language, alcohol consumption, Harry is a cheeky lil shit.

It started when Y/N was nineteen and Harry was turning twenty one. It was never meant to happen, but what could she do? She was attracted to him, and he was to her.

They have a connection that you cannot look past no matter how hard it would be for them to be together, they needed to make it work.

And they did, they’ve hid it from everyone for nearly two years now. No one even suspects the pair is together, they never leave anyone have any suspicion on if they might be together. They even go as far as having some little fake argument just to keep up the “we hate one another” image in front of all of their friends — Y/N’s best friend being in that friend group, Harry’s sister.

The only way that this works between the two, is because Harry has his own flat, he bought it recently and Y/N as basically moved in, she’s rarely at her shared flat with her other best friend — always saying she was visiting family for days at a time, but she was really hiding out in Harry’s small one bedroom studio apartment together, cuddled up under blankets away from the world.

Every Friday their friend group has a tradition: they all meet up at the local night club and catch up on their lives, talk about their week, have some drinks and just have fun. As they’re older, their lives are getting more hectic and they have less time together, so this little meet up each week gives them the chance to feel like teens again.

Today is like every other Friday, Y/N is in Harry’s getting ready, the pair fighting over the one bathroom, Harry running in ahead of her for a shower as she “takes too long” and she “has to shave her bits and bobs!” And it “takes for ages!” Y/N always fires back with her usual response: “you’ve long hair too! You don’t see me complaining when you take ten years to apply your hair masks and then give two washes of it all!”

That small argument happened nearly an hour ago, Harry laughed back and slammed the bathroom door in her face as she stands in only his bath robe, her towels in hand along with a new packet of razors she picked up on her way over here. She rolls her eyes and huffs turning around to head back into his bedroom.

“Might want to give it twenty minutes m’love, I used up all the hot water” Harry says calmly, walking out of the steamy bathroom in only a towel slung around his waist and another towel drying the ends of his long curls. Y/N looks up from her phone, her eyes narrow as they only have three hours to get to the club.

“This is why I go first!” She yells out, flopping down onto the bed in annoyance at her boyfriend who’s laughing while running some curl cream through his wet locks, his eyes focused on himself in the mirror.

“Gives you twenty minutes to have some Harry time!” He says wiping the residue of curl cream into his towel, his smile wide as she looks at him from where she’s laying on his bed, her lips in a pout and her brows furrowed in anger.

“I had plenty of Harry time this week, you were like a kid! Barely got any time to even pee!” She yells as Harry just laughs at her angry self, loving how cute she looks when her lips pout and her eyes roll with her pretty eyelashes framing them. He adores her, all of her.

The twenty minutes is spent by Y/N being tickled by Harry as she yelled and laughed loudly while he teased her for being ticklish, her body squirming on the bed as he hovered above her with his fingers tickling her ribcage causing her to loose control of her whole body and melt into a puddle of flailing limbs and loud screeches. Harry eventually let up his tickling, allowing Y/N to finally shower and start to get ready. He’s currently sat on his bed, ready to go in his black and white silk button up, black skinny jeans and some black leather boots. Y/N is currently curling her hair and applying some makeup as she stands in her outfit: a simple black silk dress with black heels.

“Look so beautiful m’heart, love the sparkly straps on your shoes” he points out when she’s finally ready, Harry sliding his phone into his back pocket to get a closer look at his girl, his hands snaked around her waist as he pulls back to rake his eyes up and down her body carefully, his lip between his teeth as he observes her.

“Thank you H, you don’t look too bad yourself. New shirt?” She asks reaching up and tugging on the collar a little, only three buttons done up on the whole shirt leaving his tattooed chest to show through with his many necklaces — what was more eye catching was how sheer the fabric was, allowing his butterfly and other tattoos to be visible when light is shined onto him.

“Bought it last week, more sheer than I thought but hey, who doesn’t want a front row seat to the nipple show? Huh?” He asks shaking his chest at Y/N, her eyes rolling as she slaps his chest playfully as he pulls her in for a kiss.

“Can’t kiss you until we’re back here, which won’t be for like, God knows how many hours” He mumbles against her lips as they kiss one another passionately and slowly, their hands roaming one another’s bodies as they take in every detail of each other.

“You always take me into the bathroom for a quick fuck or a make out session, don’t act like you don’t do that” she fires back with a tug to his bottom lip with her own teeth, a groans escaping his chest at her action, his hands squeezing her ass a little as he pulls her more into him.

“Keep talking like that and we aren’t going anywhere baby” he says lowly, his tongue licking over her bottom lip as she smiles against his lips, her hands roaming his chest, then his stomach and then down to his crotch, giving him a tight squeeze when she feels how hard he’s getting, Harry lets out an involuntary moan at the feeling, his hips pushing into her palm as she licks over his bottom lip slowly as she goes.

“Come on big boy, we have somewhere to be” she says pulling away, fixing her dress and wiping her lipgloss from Harry’s lips, her eyes looking at him innocently as if she didn’t just tease him and get him hard two seconds ago. He groans as she grabs her handbag, throwing a wink over her shoulder at him as she trots towards the front door of the apartment.

“You coming?”

“Unfortunately no” he says sighing, looking down at his erection in his tight skinny jeans, Y/N rolling her eyes at what he means.

“Harry, get out into the cab” she says tapping her foot against the floors, her phone buzzing with messages from the Uber driver that he’s outside and not waiting any longer than five minutes.

“Fine” he sighs, grabbing his house keys and sulking his way towards the cab, Y/N apologising for the delay and Harry just pouting like a toddler beside her as they head off to their night out with all their friends.

—

The night has gone smoothly, Harry and Y/N sitting at opposite ends of the table they’re all sharing in the booth, their eyes catching one another’s every few minutes but their slight eye fucking flies under the radar due to how dull it is in the club. Their friends are chatting, laughing and singing as they all sip their drinks and talk about nonsense, Y/N being dragged into conversation about how her job as a florist is going by her best friend Jada, while Harry is dragged into a conversation by their friend Chase about nonsense due to his drunken state — Chase loves to pre drink and now he’s drunk as fuck.

Harry is nodding and smiling along to Chase’s words, his fingers fiddling with his beer coaster in boredom, all he wants to do is have drunken chats with Y/N about nonsense like they usually do when they drink at Harry’s place, the pair having a bottle of wine each as they dish out random facts and stories from their childhoods and Harry’s one year long college experience — he dropped out because he couldn’t handle not being around Y/N, she was too far away from him and plus, his dorm mate was a nightmare.

He’s brought out of his small daydream of half listening to Chase while also mumbling along to the words of the song that’s blasting through the speakers in the packed nightclub, by his phone buzzing in his back pocket, he takes it out and keeps it under the table on his lap, looking down to see a notification from Y/N. He doesn’t look up as he opens it, his eyes widen at what the message says.

Y/N: mind if I shake my ass on the dance floor?

Harry: don’t you dare, your ass is mine and mine only. Don’t think about it baby love.

He looks up to see her looking at him, her lip between her teeth as she locks her phone, him mirroring their actions as they stop their small conversation. Her eyes are dark with lust, a tug pulling at the corners of her lips as she leans over to whisper into Jada’s ear. Harry watches her like a hawk, legs spread under the table, arms crossed over his chest and his head thrown back against the wall of the booth as he narrows his eyes at his girlfriend, her own challenging smile getting thrown back right at him.

Jada is the first to move, then Lola and then Y/N, leaving Harry at the other side being sandwiched between Chase and Niall, Niall is currently on the phone trying to speak to his landlord about a busted pipe in his house, but instead of going outside he insists to stay in here, he has a massive fear of missing out. That’s Niall for you. Harry watches Y/N like a hawk, his eyes never leaving her body as she holds onto both Jada and Lola’s hands, their smiles wide and they mouth along to the words of the song,

Her eyes are on him every now and then, her hips swaying as she dances with her friends, others around them dancing aswell as Harry doesn’t take his eyes off his girl on the floor, the lights flashing about and illuminating her every now and then as she moves to the beat of the song.

Harry’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets when he sees her bend over and begin to shake her hips, causing her ass to jiggle about as Lola and Jada spur her on, slapping her ass a little as she laughs loudly, looking over to Harry who’s now stalking his way to the dance floor, pushing past the crowd of people. Jada nearly slaps Harry when he picks Y/N up by her waist, flinging her over his shoulder as she laughs loudly, Harry shaking her head as barely anyone on the floor recognises what’s happening due to how dark it is, Jada and Lola following hot on Harry’s heels as he carries their best friend like a sack of potatoes back to the booth.

“What was that for?!” Jada yells slapping her brothers chest and bicep, her brows furrowed in anger as Harry now holds Y/N close to him his hands around her waist as they both look at Jada with small smiles.

“She was showing off what’s mine” Harry says with a smile, looking down at Y/N who scrunches up her nose with laughter, pecking his lips lightly as they both finally get to show love to another in public, in front of everyone.

“I knew it!” Niall yells nearly falling over the table, Chase whistling and clapping as he nearly passes out due to how much he’s moving right now.

“Only because I told you!” Lola fires at Niall who rolls his eyes looking at them all, Jada stood beside the pair not knowing what to say.

“We all had a feeling, we were just waiting for you both to say something; there’s only so many times we’ll believe your bra just some how ended up in Harry’s car” Jada says rolling her eyes with a smile, Y/N burying her face in Harrys chest in embarrassment over the story.

Jada hugs the two, immediately running up to order a round of shots in celebration of the new couple — well, not that new, but now they’re officially together in the eyes of everyone else. They couldn’t be happier and they couldn’t be more grateful that Jada didn’t lose her shit.

“Guess this little secret of ours is out, huh?” He whispers to her, her smile wide as she looks up at him with her arms slung around his neck holding him close.

“I guess so, boyfriend”

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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years

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Can you write another/the following part of "Oh, you're jealous"?

This is going to become a smut series. There's so much more to come! 👀

Warnings: pure smut, dom!Gibbs, boobjob, fingering, bathroom sex, orgasm denial, anal talk

Tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @madamsnape921 @specialagentastra

NCIS Discord server: https://discord.gg/7YDHXd3q

Yes, sir

You didn't stop the flirting, you actually increased it. Gibbs wasn't really jealous anymore, because he knew why you did it, but he'd play along. It would give him the right to punish you once he took you home and boy, did he have many ideas in mind.

He watched you dance with Tony. Your body was extremely close to his, he could see his Agent enjoying how your hips were swaying against his. It wasn't really fair for Tony, he clearly had a crush on you. But Gibbs also knew the man would have another crush by the following week.

When you walked to the counter to order another drink, you felt Gibbs's body pressing against yours. "You fucking brat." he growled in your ear, causing you to laugh. "After that drink, you're done. I want your head to be clear enough for what will happen when we get home."

"Who said I was coming home with you tonight?" you grabbed your drink that the bartender put in front of you and thanked him. You were discreetly grinding your ass against Gibbs's crotch and you could feel a consequent bulge in his pants. Before you could take a sip of your drink, he grabbed the glass from your hand, drank it all and took your hand in his.

Gibbs didn't care much if people saw the two of you entering the restroom. Actually, he hoped some people did. Especially men, that may think what a damn lucky bastard he was. Cause he fucking was.

He had a plan and he was going to stick with it. He pinned you against the wall and worked on your jeans. He didn't even bother to kiss you. "You're gonna regret everything you did tonight." He looked deep in your eyes, you were sure he could see your soul. You were pouting, waiting for a fierce kiss that never came.

Gibbs slid his hand into your panties and you jolted at the physical contact. "I hope DiNozzo didn't make you this wet." He said, with a husky voice and you shook your head no. "Tell me who's responsible for this." It was an order. You struggled to form words as he was rubbing your sensitive clit. "Y/N." He was still waiting. He wouldn't get further unless you talked.

"You-- That's all you." you finally said, throwing your head back against the wall. You tried to touch him, his arms, his chest, anything but he slapped your hands away.

"Don't make me handcuff you."

You had never been handcuff before and that idea did things to you. But maybe for another time, you weren't sure you could handle it right now. So, you inhaled intensely and kept your arms along your body.

As a reward, Gibbs entered a thick finger in your wet cunt, still rubbing your clit with his thumb. You moaned from the back of your throat and a smirk appeared on Gibbs's face, but you didn't see it as your eyes were closed.

You were so wet, he could easily entered another thick finger inside your core. "Fuck, Jethro--" you moaned and he took it as an invitation to go faster. "Yes! Right there, keep going!"

Gibbs fingerfucked you there in the bathroom of a bar. It didn't matter how loud you were, thanks to the music. He stared at you losing it under his touch and he loved every second of it.

You could feel an orgasm building inside your belly, you wrapped your hand against his wrist, digging your nails in his skin. When you were about to explode, Gibbs completely withdraw his hand from your panties and you let out a loud whine.

He smiled and sucked the fingers that was just inside you, tasting your essence. "I hate you." you complained. You wanted to beg him to keep going but it would be so easy.

"I told you, Y/N. This is just the beginning," he said, before closing the distance between your bodies. He kissed you intensely, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. "Until I say otherwise, you're not allow to touch yourself. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir." you swallowed thickly.

"Good girl." he smirked and kissed you again, before exiting the bathroom.

You went back to the dancefloor. An orgasm denial was new to you, and you could feel how sensitive you were just by dancing. You kept looking at Gibbs from the corner of your eyes. The man was sitting with Fornell, talking but he was staring at you all along. "Man, she's not going to disappear, you can stop looking at her."

"Jealous much, Fornell?" Gibbs teased him.

"Well, I do wish I had someone to take to the bathroom. Details?"

*****

The car ride to Gibbs's place felt like an eternity. Before he drove off, he ordered you to open your jeans and touched yourself just lightly. You weren't allow to enter a finger inside your wet cunt, just rubbing your clit. But you were oversensitive already, just waiting to explode. When Gibbs sensed that you were close to cum, he grabbed your wrist - not so gently - to make you stop immediately. You whined again and he laughed.

"Poor thing." he teased.

He held your hand in his, rubbing small circles on your knuckles with his thumb. It was such a tender gesture, it made your heart melt, momentarily forgetting your orgasm denial. "I love you, Jethro." you said, not being able to stop yourself.

Since it's one long seat in his truck, he used his free arm to pull you against him. He took his eyes off the road just enough to kiss your temple. "I love you, too, Y/N." he whispered.

*****

Once inside his house, you didn't waste anytime and jumped in his arms. He chuckled, before responding to your needy kiss.

It required a lot of self control for Gibbs not to fuck you senseless right here, right now. He wanted to make you cum hard on his cock, making you losing control under him but that wasn't the plan.

Still kissing you intensely, he took you to the bedroom. He threw you on the bed nonchalantly. "Strip." he ordered you.

You stood on the bed and undressed yourself right in front of him. He looked at you like a lion looking at its prey. You could feel yourself dripping between your legs. It would only take a bit of stimulation to make you cum hard.

When you were completely naked, Gibbs grabbed your ankles and flipped you on the bed. In a second, you were laying on your back and he pushed on your knees to spread your legs. Your pussy was shiny from wetness and he licked his lips.

He dived in and gently licked your sensitive clit. You jolted immediately and Gibbs smirked. He made himself comfortable between your legs and started to eat you like a starving man. He alternately licked and sucked hard on your clit before putting his tongue inside your core. He tried to push it as far as he could, fucking you with it.

You were completely worked up. Gibbs felt you tensing pretty quickly. "Absolutely delicious." he growled. He had only pulled away for a brief second to talk but you instantly bucked your hips, looking for friction. He chuckled, and buried his tongue inside you again.

"Yes, Jethro! Please, don't stop!" you moaned, ready to cum on his face.

But he pulled away. "Damn you, Gibbs!" you cried.

"You don't deserve to the relief yet. You spent the entire day making me jealous, remember?" He moved to get on top of you and kissed you deeply.

“I’d apologize but I know about Rule 6 and— I do not regret it.”

“You just postponed your relief.” You looked at him with questioning eyes, but he just smirked again.

Laying by your side, he explained the rules for the next days. First, he repeated what he said at the bar: you were not allow to touch yourself in his back. Then, he made sure you remembered the safe word. And he let you what he had planned: he was going to edge you for days, you would be begging him like you never begged before. Meanwhile, he’d use you when he wants, how he wants. “Are you okay with it?”

“Yes. God yes. Use me.” You kissed him. “I’m all yours.” You whispered.

“That’s my good girl.” He kissed you more passionately, grabbing your hips to put you on top of him. You could feel the bulge in his pants, his cock was waiting to be freed and taken care of.

Unfortunately, you may cum uncontrollably if he fucked you. He wanted it. He wanted to bury himself deep inside you and fill you up with his cum and then fucking his load back in you again. But that was too risky for the plan. Especially since you just agreed to it.

Gibbs had never done anything like this. Not that his sex life had been simple or boring, but he always had limits. Probably because he knew his past partners were into all of this. But you were different. You were open-minded, ready to try anything at least once, and damn, you were so needy with him, always wet and ready for him, he felt like a fucking god. He never felt that before.

You loved sex. But sex with Gibbs, that was beyond loving it. You were craving for him, all day everyday. The man turns you on by just existing, it's too much sometimes.

"Ever tried anal?" He asked, as you were grinding against his rock hard cock.

"No... you?"

"Neither. My exes thought it was--" you kissed him to make him shut up.

"I don't give a shit about your exes. I wanna try it."

That thought only almost sent Gibbs over the edge. Thinking about his cock stretching your hole, feeling how tight you are around him, cuming deep inside your ass, and if he added the fact that he'd be the first, that was a lot. He grunted deeply under your touch. "You like that idea, don't you?" you teased him.

"We will go over the ground rules later, but for now, you're going to make me cum on those perfect tits."

"Yes."

"Yes, who?"

"Yes, sir." you smiled and kissed you one more time before going further down.

You took his pants off him, along with his briefs. He was painfully hard, you could see some precum coming out of the head. You licked it just lightly and he moaned. You gave him a few strokes with your hand before placing his cock between your breasts.

You pressed them around his length and started to go up and down. You could tell from the noises Gibbs was making that he wasn't far. You kept going, taking the head in your mouth a few times. "Fuck, you're perfect, sweetheart." he growled. "I'm gonna cum."

You went as fast as you could, until he tensed under you. You felt his hot load on your chest and chin, as he cried your name. You looked at him coming and it was a freaking hot sight. You've never seen him losing it like this before. He looked even more perfect than he already was.

You laid on his side as he was catching his breath. He looked at you with such loving eyes, you wanted this moment to last forever.

He cleaned his mess on your skin with his fingers and brought them to your mouth. You opened it, sticking out your tongue and sucked his fingers clean. "How are you feeling down there?" he teased you.

"Bite me. I need a fucking shower."

Gibbs followed you to the bathroom and you two showered together.

There was some very long days ahead for you.

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wholesomeivygreen · 3 years

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Sukuna never had a problem getting himself off. He had multiple people to pleasure him ofcourse. It was always one needy whore after another, girl or boy, man or woman. They all wanted to be beside him and praise him.

All untill you. You and your innocent little joy of life.

The day he saw you he was raptured by your sweet smile and blinding beauty. Ofcourse sukuna being the king of curses wanted a taste of you and he knew that once you got a taste of him, you would be on your knees ready to serve him, or so he thought.

To lure you in he disguised himself as a commoner. As much as he hated it that was the only way he could get you to sleep with him. And so there he was standing in front of you- hand in hand...and in a date? He didnt quite understand the concept of dating. It was bizzare and quite complex.. I mean why spend time talking about interests and giving information about oneself that can be used in battles when you could indulge in worldly pleasures lusting over him.

But when he stood there, next to your smiling figure that was failing to get the toy out of the mysterious box of gifts and treasures or as you called it a claw crane.

He didn't understand how small things like those could excite you, he knew he could get you better toys, gifts unfathomable to human kind. Gifts and treasures that only the richest-

"Hehe look isnt this one adorable" you swirled your arm into his pulling him close to hear your heavenly laughter more clearly making him twinge with goosebumps.

As you continued to adore the little ball of cotton he made it his mission to buy the biggest toy there was. Huffing his chest when making the promise only to find you laughing and telling him that it was late and you both needed to catch the last bus.

Scoffing he agreed but somehow the walk back to the station made his way with talks and taunts that somehow made the curse laugh with genuine joy and peace.

Sometimes he found himself smiling and bit too fondly and having to remind himself that he was the kind of curses, devil reincarnated, a powerful curse who once ravaged the earth making thousands tremble-

Disturbed from his thoughts you pulled him down to land the lightest kiss on his cheekbone making him stare at you in wonder.

"Good night sukuna" ofcourse he told you his name....well he wanted to tell you his actual form too but after tonight...god what if he would scare you? What if you didnt want to be with him...wait be with him? Why would he be worried if you wanted to be with him or not?

Laughing he questioned his thoughts making him talk to himself in the dark way back home

'Yea right. Me the powerful sukuna..wanting a woman like her to be with me' what rubbish he thought while having the slightest tinge of red coat his ears.

As a couple weeks went by you both got closer and closer. The more you grew closer you more flustered you got, and ofcourse he wouldnt miss any tiny detail. Everytime he did something to mess with you he would await to see your lovely flustered reaction.

When he would lean down to brush his lips on yours ever so slightly teasing every inch of your tiny self he found himself filled with eagerness and desperation to get closer and make you his. But oh dear god the way you would whimper and sound off his reactions sending blood straight to his dick.

When he found out you reacted like that, whimpering and trembling at his arms sensitive to his touch he found himself repeating it over and over again.

Only to break apart one day and found himself pinning you to the floor as he floated on top of you lips inches apart, eyes fumbling between his and his lips as though signaling to wanting more.

"You look so fucking pretty like this" he said cupping your tiny face with his big hand bringing it closer to a heated kiss, tongue swirling into your own only making you groan into the kiss. With every sound you made, every trace of your small fingers on his body he only was tempted more, tempted to rip off every piece of clothing your body dared to hold.

He wanted to leave marks all over your body, emotion of jealousy and possessiveness taking over him as he left dark red kisses onto your soft skin.

When he raised his head he found you looking at him with a shock.

"Wha- who are you?"

Confusion evidenton his face he jerked back "Huh doll what are you talking about? I'm sukuna"

"No..sukuna doesnt look like this" you said backing off to a corner and as he noted his tatto on his wrists he realised, he changed back to his form. A form he grew when in lust or holding a desire to monopolize something.

Fuck

"Sweetheart. It's me.. I was just-" he knew no words put together would explain who he was and the grew a bit angry when he saw your face holding disgust or so he thought.

Huffing he sat down explaining the most he could. Leaving out parts where he would continue on another day but today he needed you, he needed to feel you, to hear your sweet sultry voice begging him to make you cum.

To his shock you werent afraid, hurting he didnt tell you before this but as you scoped closer cupping his face clearly way too big for your tiny hand

"I just wish youd told me sooner. I dont care where you're from and what you did. As long as we are together I dont want to worry about that."

Sukuna never knew words could turn him on the way it did right now. Pouncing on you continuing where he left off he was quick to remove all your clothing.

As he removed his he noted the way you stared into his chest eyeing his every feature. As though you wanted to eat him up. As he removed his underwear your mouth fell wide.

There was no way that would fit you. No way

As though he could read your mind he came to kiss you deeply

"Dont worry brat, I'll make sure to stretch you wide enough to take me. Hmm? I know my princess will do that for me wont ya?" Nodding he smacked one hand on your cunt he trailed his fingers that were so big you worried about them fitting too.

As he rubbed circles on your clit enjoying every sound that poured out from your sweet lips. As he traced the lining of your dripping pussy he collected some of your juices in his fingers before bringing them to his mouth sucking on them

"Fuck you taste so good. Cant wait to fill you with my cum."

With the end of that sentence he entered your tight hole. Fingering you slowly at first so you got used to his huge fingers. He pumped you in and out observing every twitch and shiver you showed. He sucked onto one of your breasts and the other hand rubbed deep circles on your clit and massaged your folds.

The way he fingered you were sinful, every turn and pull making you moan in delight. As he swirled his index and pointing finger to pump more juices from your dripping cunt he came down to suck on your sensitive clit flicking it with his tongue. He continued his ministrations ramming his fingers into your twitching hole.

He was observant, learning your every reaction as he curled up his fingers to reach a spot so sensitive earning a Yelp and you scurrying away from his touch only for him to pull you back with his nails digging into the soft of your thighs. Kissing you thighs biting the inner side of them.

"Did I tell you could move away from my touch brat? The next time you scurry away and I wont let you cum. Okay? and be a good little whore and lemme stretch you" his words leaving a harsh warning into your brain you knew not to move. Rather you pushed your hips to match his pace as he fingered you to your orgasm.

As you felt a gush of water on your inner thighs you were left heaving and trying to make sense of reality when he came forward lining himself towards your entrance collecting the juices your dripping pussy let out.

"Hmm..and what should I do next princess?? Hmm?"

"Please- I.. want you in me" you said nervously fidgeting with you arms as you let you arms hang on his broad shoulders. He kissed the side of your ears whispering in an octave deeper than usual

"Want what?" He teasing and licking your ears, he knew it was your sensitive spot

"I want your huge cock. Please sukuna"

"Say it clearly brat" he said slapping your boobs before sucking and nibbling your tip

"I want ...want your big dick in me.. please sukuna"

"That's it..that's all I wanted to hear my sweet whore"

As words left your mouth you felt a stretch in your tiny pussy earning a groan from the great king himself before sinking in to reach the deepest part of you that no one ever could

"Fuck you're so fucking tight" he said ramming himself into you obliterating your sweet cunt. His thrusts never slowed down only growing stronger and a tad bit faster so that you were getting accustomed to him. The stretch was so much, too much for you to handle as you felt tears spilling from your reddened cheeks you held onto him hoping you make it out out this alive because the way he was making a mess out of you you werent sure.

He continued and on noticing your tears he kissed your cheeks and lips asking if you were okay. The great king reduced to asking whether you were okay or not..times had truly changed

"Go- go a bit slower.. you're...to..too big unnhhh" you said leaving nail marks on his back earning a hiss from him and that sentence just drove him over the cliff.

Realization hit and he slowed down not so much just a bit so that his arms were on either side of you, mouth kissing your cry of pleasure away.

Soon his arms held your waist in a way to slightly hold you up and he angled himself to curve himself into you. You gasped into the air, breath leaving your lungs for a second as he smirked with the power that only he had. To make such a face out of you.

Hair messed up, body sweating and mouth left gaping open for him to steal open mouthed kisses anytime he wants. As he pulled you closer every inch of his dick now entering your tight cunny you felt your stomach bulging a bit and on looking down you found a bump of his tip. Smirking he massaged the area

"Is my dick too big for you tight cunny hm?" He said but the sight of you fucked up like this only drove him nuts making him turn your insides violently making you scream.

"Yes..you're so big. So fucking biggg...fuck su...I'm.. I'm so.."

Circling your sensitive clit he groaned into the sensation of you tightening on him "I know princess. Fuck I'm close too"

As you felt white run out you jerked your hips to match his brutal pace whimpering about how big he was and how hes ruining you.

With every thrust he grew closer to his unbecoming as he let out white strings of hot cum into your tight sweet cunny.

The sight etched into his memory, you laid out in front of him bare and vulnerable with dark marks all over your body, cunt leaking out his cum and sheets soaked with both your fluids.

This was a sight he would never forget as he laid next to you bringing you on top of him you rubbed circles on his tattooed chest admiring his chiseled body.

He brought your face up to kiss him sweetly, as though he was scared he would break you.

You fell into a deep slumber while the curse stayed awake..wondering what to be done of his new pet.

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bowdownbucky · 3 years

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𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 !

part 2 <3

summary: you have an encounter with your best friend’s brother bucky!

pairing: innocent! reader x college! bucky

warnings: cursing, asshole! steve rogers, kissing, drug use, oral (female receiving) fingering.

your heart began to beat heavily, bucky didn’t care that his sister was outside of the door but you started to feel guilty. this was so wrong of you and you didn’t even want to look at yourself. “you better answer her sweethear, she’s not gonna leave.” bucky taunts you, he hand trails your stomach, groping your breasts hard. “uh-im almost finished, i h-had to ohhh.” you slap you hand over your mouth, bucky smirks as he pinches you nipple again.

“what?” rebecca moved closer to the door. “are you okay? i’m coming in.” your eyes widens, you pushed bucky away and slowly cracked the door. “i’m f-fine, the um…pizza! the pizza went down the wrong hatch.” you lie. rebecca’s face screws up. “ew i did not need to know that y/n” you watch as she walks into her room. you close the door, leaning your head back onto the wooden frame.

you closed your eyes and hoped that this was all a dream, that you didn’t actually kiss your best friends brother. you slowly open your eyes only to meet a pair of blue eyes, bucky laughs at you. “went down the wrong hatch? seriously?” you cross your arms in front of your chest. “well what was i supposed to say, sorry can’t talk now i’m making out with your brother. she’s kill me!” you exclaim, you ran your hands down your face in an irrational manner. this was too much for you and bucky didn’t see anything wrong with it.

“would you chill out? here take a hit, it will make you feel better.” bucky offers the small bud once more, you smack it out of his hand. “do you always solve your problems with weed!” you hiss. his eyes were low, he watched as the joint flew onto the ground. you hitch your breath realizing what you did, you see his tongue rub his lower lip. you almost melt at the sight.

“your gonna regret the doll.” he seethes into your ear. he pushes you against the door, you let out a yelp but he covers your mouth. “i know a way you can make it up to me, and you are gonna make it up to me. you know why baby?” you shake your head. “because you don’t want to get on my bad side. i would hate to ruin that innocence of yours.” he whisperers, he hands managed to find their way to you ass, giving it a light squeeze before letting you go.

you move from the door and he exits the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts. you could barely comprehend what happened let along what he meant by his bad side. you grabbed the nail polish remover and walk back to rebecca room. “finally! you took forever.” you mumble a small sorry and sat on her bed, she lends you her hand and you get to work on her nails, she chose a peach color and wanted you to add a french tip, such a classic.

as you continue painting her nails she squeals making you mess up the curved line. “becca! your nails!” you groan. “i don’t care! why didn’t you tell me?” you tilt your head confusingly. “you and steve hooked up and you didn’t tel me?!” you eyes go wide. “what! no! where did you get that from?” you ask her. she huffs. “no, no, no, no don’t try to act all innocent! you and chris did it and there is evidence on your neck. i rest my case.” you rush off the bed and check your neck, you internally face palm seeing dark purple marks all over your neck.

“i had no idea steve was like that. i guess i have to stop making fun of him now.” she chuckles. “just taking me home my ass! so how was it? was he big? why arent you giving me details.” rebecca whines, kicking her feet in her bed. you ignored her and attempted to kneed out the hickies. as you run the marks you notice bucky staring at you from his room door, you could practically feel his smirk as you watched his reflection go back to his room. you heart raced as you tried to come up with an excuse.

“it’s no big deal i just burnt myself with a straightener.” you curse to yourself knowing she wouldn’t fall for that. “fine don’t tell me! i’m going to sleep, all this secrecy has made me tired.” rebecca yawns, you hoped she wouldn’t ask you about the hickey again because lying was never your forte. you lie in the large bed, clouded in your own thoughts.

did he like you? was he just messing with you? you had so many assumptions of why he kissed you, what bothered you the most was that you had steve. steve was a jock and you were an outcast, you didn’t know how it would work. even though you and steve hadn’t officially said you were together, you still respected him and wanted to be faithful.

the next morning at school, you kept your head down and didn’t talk to anyone for the most part. no one really seems to notice because you were kind of a nobody. you sat in your forensics class, jotting down notes here and there. you stop writing when you feel a hand creep up your thigh. you turn your head toward steve, he kept a straight face and didn’t acknowledge how unamused you were.

“what are you doing?” you whisper. steve’s hand tries to travel up your skirt but you close your legs firmly. “steve!” he turns to you. “we’re in the middle of class.” you point out. “i’m sorry you know i can’t resist you baby. let me make it up to you but taking you out after homecoming.” you hault yourself as you almost roll your eyes at him. steve could be pushy sometimes especially when it came to losing your virginity to him. you hated that rebecca told him that, now he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“oh really.” you say pretending to be intrigued. “the guys and i bought hotel rooms for tonight and we get to bring a special girl along. and you know since your my favorite girl, i thought we could go together and have fun. go swimming, watch movies, kiss, cuddle, the whole nine and maybe some other stuff if you want.” you remove his hand from your thigh and continue writing notes. “i told you steve i’m not ready for that stuff yet.”

steve huffs, returning back to the lesson. your virginity wasn’t something that you kept sacred but you wanted you first time to be meaningful and steve hadn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend yet so your answer would always be no if he asked. when school ended you took the bus home, you quickly packed a bag full of makeup, hair supplies and your clothes for homecoming. you checked the time, almost cursing yourself seeing how you were going to be late to rebecca’s house.

you ran as fast as you could to the barnes’ house, you could practically feel the lecture rebecca was going to give you. luckily, you live a few blocks down from the barnes so it wouldn’t be too long of a walk/run. when you arrived at the barnes’ you quickly rang the doorbell. the door opens’ revealing a shirtless bucky who looked like he just got out of the shower. “can i help you?” he smirks looking down on you.

“becca t-told m-me to come, for homecoming.” you gulped attempting to maintain eye contact. his couldn’t help but peek at his glistened abs, you really hoped he didn’t catch on to you checking him out. before he could let out a snarky comment rebecca came gritting down the stairs with curlers in her hair. “there you are! y/n your late and we only have three hours to get ready.” you pushed pass bucky and ran up the stairs.

bucky watched at how nervous you were, it was like the fuel he ran on. rebecca closed her door and pushes you onto her vanity chair. “please tell me i have creative freedom tonight!” rebecca pleads with her big blue eyes staring at you. you sigh and nod. she kisses your forehead before beginning your makeup.

after a few hours of prodding, poking, blending, and brushing, rebecca finally finished your makeup and hair. normally you wouldn’t wear makeup because you didn’t know how to do it very well but when you did have it on you truly looked like a princess. “now carefully get into your dress y/n, i swear to god if you mess up an eyelash i will kill you.” she threatens you with her high pitched voice. you removed your jeans and shirt revealing your body, you quickly unzipped the dress as you start to compare your body to rebecca’s. becca was tall and slim while you were a little curvy. you had a small tummy with stretchmarks and she had a flat tummy with a slender waist. your best friend was beautiful and you didn’t want to see mom jealous, so you put up a front and delt with it.

you and rebecca were finally dressed, rebecca looked stunning in her white and pink dress. with the help of rebecca and mrs.barnes, you had pick a pale green dress, the curve of the dress fit you like a glove. the creases on the dress made you look more mature and sexier. you were never use to being sexy so the look on your face made rebecca freak out. “you totally hate it, i knew we should’ve gone with the black dress.” you shake your head. “n-no! it looks…great. thank you becks.” the door opens, your heart quickens when you meet a pair of bright eyes. you noticed bucky had put on a shirt, a part of you were bummed out. “would it kill you to knock! we’re girls who need privacy!” rebecca yells. bucky didn’t give his sister the time of day, his eyes were fixated on you. you felt self conscious as he stared at you long and hard. “mom and dad are going to a banquet dinner in manhattan. they won’t be back until tomorrow.” he tells rebecca. she crossed her arms in confusion. “what? no! i was supposed to have the car tonight. how the hell are we supposed to get to hoco?” rebecca flings her arms up dramatically.

bucky chuckles at his sister’s agony. “wait!” you spoke up as bucky was about to walk away. “c-can y-ou drive us?” you ask quietly. rebecca pulled your arm. “are you crazy? do you know what people say if we shows up to homecoming in a pickup truck?” rebecca vocalized. you couldn’t care less what people had to say, you just wanted and excuse to be see bucky. “becca this is important to you and even you said yourself we had to be there under any circumstances.”

rebecca whines. “fine but you’re dropping us off a block away. i need to retouch my hair, you’ve made me stress away the curls.” you watched as she pushes past bucky, leaving the two of you. you stare at him for a second then turn around, attempting to act uninterested. “you know you should skip this whole homecoming thing altogether.” bucky told you. “what! no, this is important to becca and i promised her i’d be there.” you felt his presence behind you, your back was pressed to his front. “come on doll, you never seemed like the type to be into this stuff anyway. i have a few places we could go instead. wouldn’t that be way more fun.” he was baiting you and hell, you were falling for it very hard. he pushed your hair to the side, laying a kiss on your shoulder. his hand cupped your waist, pulling you as close as you could get.

his pressed more kisses up your neck, he liked testing you, he would make you beg for it if you gave him the chance. “c’mom dollface, don’t you wanna have fun with me?” you almost gave him a nod but refrained. “i should go help rebecca, see you in a few james.” you walk away smiling to yourself, you won this round of the game but best believe, bucky was going to win the next level.

you sat in between bucky and rebecca once more, y’all were currently picking up nathan and steve, your dates for the evening. “you look beautiful beck.” nathan smiles at his girlfriend. rebecca left you in the front with bucky so she could kiss her boyfriend more. steve walks to the front car door but bucky locks him out. “hey man, open the door.” steve groans. the two had seem to have history and now you were going to be in between it. “you know the rules big guy, no douches in the front seat.” bucky smirks. “then why are you sitting up here asshole?” steve sarcastically jokes. rebecca huffed from the back, leaning in the front of the seat. “hey dickheads, we don’t have time for this, have your cat fight after hoco. let’s go!” she demands. steve huffs, taking a seat next to the couple who had no problem with pda.

the ride to the school was pretty silent except for the rock music playing from the radio. you stared out of the window, you could tell bucky was mad because of how tight he was holding the steering wheel, his knuckles were almost white from the tight grip. suddenly, his hand was on your thigh. your eyes widened, you quickly look back to make sure no one saw what was happening. “what are you doing?” you whisper. he doesn’t say anything to you, his hand stays on your thigh and his eyes stay on the road but you could still see the smirk on his face. you tried to push his his hand away but he only moves it higher, almost touching your core. you didn’t want to play games anymore, you were never built for them, you open your legs up more, instead of doing what you wanted, he removed his hand. “alright guys, have a good night.” rebecca and nathan were the first ones to leave the truck. steve exits the truck and stands by youre window. “you coming?” you nod to him. “i’ll be out in a second.” steve walks away from the window, bucky bursts out into laughter.

you throw a punch at his arm but he doesn’t flinch at you. “thats not funny! you’re so mean.” you pout. “no what’s funny is you actually going out with steve.” you eye him in confusion. steve was a good guy, he could be a little pushy but that was just high school boys. “he’s nice and he asked me to go with him. i really don’t see what’s funny bucky.”

“you think just because the guy asked you to a dance, he suddenly changes his player ways. i think you forgot i use to be one of those guys. guys like that don’t fal for girls like you” he pauses. “all he wants is to get you under him and then he’s gonna hop to the next willing participant. god you’re so naive.” you crossed your arms. “you’re such a jerk james! at least he has the decency to not play with my feelings! you’re sister was right! you’re nothing but a-an…asshole.” you yell, leaving the truck with a slam of the door. you surprised yourself at how you went off on him, what did he know about steve. you knew being involved with bucky was bad but now you officially got your sign to stay away from him.

you walked into the school looking for steve. you pushed pass people grinding and dancing on each other. when you find steve you see he’s not alone, he was dancing with lila miller. the two were close together, you turn you back in disgust once you catch the two of them share a very tongue-filled kiss. you sit at the table in annoyance. of course bucky would be right about steve, you hated the fact that he was right.

it took an hour and a half for steve to find you sitting at the table, watching everyone have fun. “hey y/n sorry i was waiting for you but then the guys wanted to go take some shots in the bathroom.” steve leans over to kiss your lips but you dodge him. he looks at you with a confused face. “come on let’s go dance.” he offers you his hand, you play with the fork that was covered in strawberry cake. “i’m good, maybe you should go dance with lila instead.” you say. steve sits back down in the chair, he cleared his throat. “you saw that? i didn’t think you’d be mad, it’s not like we’re together or anything.”

you roll your eyes, pushing your plate away from you. you get up and begin walking to the double doors. as you enters the hallways you ignore steve calling your name. “y/n! can you just wait a minute!” he yells, pulling your arm back causing you to hault. “it was just a dance, i was being nice. you can’t just get mad at me like that, i asked you to be my girlfriend more than once and you said no.”

“because all you want from me is sex which is not ready to give to you. you don’t think i hear about you hooking up with girls in the gym closet. i don’t want to be the next dumb girl who becomes a play thing for you.” you snap on him. “oh come on, sex is just sex, why do you make such a bug deal over this?” he groans.

“it’s not just sex steve, i want it to be meaningful and memorable. i’m sorry if i don’t want to hook up in a sleezy hotel.” you yell, your faces were extremely close. “and you think barnes is gonna make it special? god you’re so naive.” you furrow your brows, what did bucky have to do with this situation. “he has nothing to do with this steve! you asked me to come to this dance with you only for you to dance with another girl and make me look dumb sitting there waiting for you. you can’t take your hotel invite and shove it up your ass.” you walk away from steve, this time he didn’t bother calling your name. after he heard you curse at him he knew you guys were not going to work this out

you sit on the stairs of the school, tears slowly slid from your eyes. you felt so stupid and used, you knew steve was right but it still hurt. you two weren’t together and if he wanted to take another girl to the hotel he could because you weren’t together. you cringe at how bucky was right about steve, you wanted to be angry at him but he did warn you.

you decide to head home, walking alone the lonesome streets of brooklynn. you were wet due to the copious amount of rain fall, you shiver once more and continue to walk to your house. you noticed a familiar truck driving beside you. bucky rolls down his window. “get in.” he tells you. you continue walking, deciding to ignore the older boy. “come on doll it’s raining. a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking alone.” you couldn’t believe he as trying to flirt with you right now. you were hurt by his words and you were standing your ground, well that was until you heard a loud crack of lightning. you quickly rushed into the truck, slamming the door behind you.

before bucky could speak you began to talk. “just because i’m sitting in here with you, doesn’t mean i forgive you.” you seethed. bucky nods at you. “okay.” you angrily slap his arm. “okay? are you serious right now? how about a sorry for being a jerk!” you yell at him. bucky doesn’t acknowledge you, he starts looking for something in his truck. “god! boys are stupid! all you do is crave sex and hurt girls!” you rant, arms crossed over your chest. once you finished your rant you peek over at bucky holding two blunts. “wanna get high?”

you later found yourself in bucky’s room, high as a kite. you didn’t know what effect he had on you but you gave into his temptation. you sat on his bed, letting him shotgun smoke onto your mouth. “god you’re so hot.” bucky kisses your right shoulder. you softly hum in response, he trails his kisses to your exposed neck. you knew this was wrong on so many level but it felt so right.

“kiss me.” you whisper against him. the drugs in your system had your hormones at an all time high, you needed him to touch you. bucky locks his lips with yours, tongue roaming each other’s mouth in such a sensual way. bucky’s hand roams your body, cupping your breasts then your neck. you moan as he applies pressure to your throat.

he slides down you dress straps, with every kiss and touch you felt your dress being pulled lower and lower. bucky lifts you up on his lap, helping you out of the green champagne dress. you were fully exposed to him, his large hands grope your ass. he slaps the soft skin sending your lower half to grind against his tight jeans. bucky groans, pulling you closer to his bottom half. you felt the jean material rub against your clothes clit, your body shakes at the new feeling. “god you have no idea what you do to me princess.” he moans into your neck. his right hand unhooks your bra, you let the bra fall off of you. bucky eyes your bare chest, his blue eyes darken filling with lust.

he pulls your breast into his mouth, twirling his tongue around your swollen nipple. you grip onto his shirt, when moves your ass back and forth on his pants. “p-please bucky.” you whine, your body was aching for him to touch you. “what do you want doll?” you grab his, guiding him to your clothed cunt. you slip his hand under you, allowing his to grope your pussy. your mouth gapes open when bucky slowly rubs your clit back and forth.

when he notices you like the feeling of him touching you, it sends him into a deep lustful trance. he flips you over, bucky’ dog tags dangle over you. he kisses between your breast, trailing down to your stomach then he comes in contact with your laced white panties.

you can feel his breath on your wet core. he inhales you, moaning as if your cunt was the drug he was addicted to. he removed your panties from your body, bucky’s cock hardens once he caught a look at your pussy, your cunt was glistening from how wet it was, it took everything in bucky not to dive right in. “your so wet for me baby, and i haven’t even touched you yet. your pussy is begging for me to devour it.” bucky taunts. he slips one finger in your folds, your back arches at the finger passes your clit.

“bucky…please. i’ll do anything.” you beg. bucky perks an eyebrow at you. “anything?” you nod vigorously. “you’re going to cum for me three times. understand?” you nod your head. bucky licks a stride up your cunt. he moans at the taste of you. bucky wraps his pink lips around your clit, your legs spread wide as you beg for him to devour you. your back arches more, his hands pin your waist down to keep you steady, you screw your eyes shut as he sucks your clit into his mouth softly.

you moan out in pleasure, letting your hands grip his soft brown hair. you tug on his roots, attempting to push him closer to you. bucky pulls away earring a whine from you, he slips his middle finger into your core. at first his movements were slowly, he was preparing before adding his ring finger. you rode his fingers, moaning as he pumped you. you watch as he spits on your core, watching his saliva mix in with your cunt. you felt your stomach tighten, bucky felt your pussy clench around his fingers, imagining you around his cock.

he wastes no time, diving into your pussy. his tongue rapidly worked your clit, his fingers pumping you at a fast pace. your body was overwhelmed by all the stimulation. “bucky!” you scream at the top of your lungs. you were now grinding against his face, he didn’t tease you anymore, now he was on a mission to give you your orgasm. your legs shake, you cry out for bucky, your toes curled and your back arches to its full extent. bucky slows his movements as you come down from your high.

you collapse on his bed, you shiver as you feel bucky remove his hand from your pussy. you try to catch your breath, bucky hovers over you. “who knew my babydoll had that in you.”

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Yang Jungwon vs Reader - CHAPTER 1

Kill the saint

Genre: Thrill, Action, Detective.

Summary:Yang Jungwon is the most beautiful, most wise, most trusted,most responsible, most of all, he’s the most angelic person anyone can describe. But what lies beyond the skin? Flesh. You don’t know his flesh, you can only see his skin but never his flesh, everyone can only see the Yang Jungwon what they want to see. However, you, who thinks you know all tried to prove to everybody that, this saint is lying, he’s a devil. Have he killed his parents? Maybe. Have he killed his aunt? Possible. Have he killed a classmate? Not sure. Have he killed your parents? Perhaps. Did he kidnapped you and tortured you? ……

.No one believed you when you ask for help.

You have to kill the saint.

Warning : Murder, Death, Psychopathy, Torture, abuse.

Note: unfortunately they will not fall in love. And I changed this to a short series for atleast three chaps, cuz my plans didn't go well and some scenarios are added from what I was originally imagining, so yeah, it's not a oneshot anymore, sorry.

Y/n have been standing in the hall for five minutes now looking at the ranking board terrified. It's probably lying, how is that possible? They must've been cheating, no one was able to surpass you before, how come someone is better than you now? You're the genius, you're the smarty-pants no one can mess with within this School, so who is this guy Yang Jungwon? Who is he? Y/n has never heard that name before, until now.

" Excuse me please" a voice called, passing through the crowd of students, making his way to the ranking board.

"Jungwon!! I can't believe you surpassed S/n, no one was able to do that since Junior high." A female voice said, which made Y/n move her head to the side and saw where the voices came from.

"Anyway, congratulations!! It's really a great achievement, your mom's probably so proud of you," said the girl. Looking at them, you saw how this guy has a smile, he looks calm and you hate it, you hate that he surpassed you, you hate how proud looking he is, when he obviously stole that position to you. While your eyes are on him, his eyes swift to your side and met yours in straight two seconds, you broke the intense eyes contact by looking at the ranking board once again and continue your day.

It's been a while since that incident, and the name Yang Jungwon is now well known all over your school. How annoying, you think, It's just because you surpassed my rank and nothing more, so why the hell is everyone hovering over you like you're some kinda god to worship?

He's known for being kind, for being smart, for being handsome and cute, for having lots of friends, for being polite, for surpassing the school genius, he's liked by girls, he's liked by boys, he's even liked by the teachers and staff, he's all everything good. Of course, you don't believe it, who is he to be perfect when it was supposed to be you? How could he steal that from you? You know that some day you'll bring this guy down to his feet, you know too well he has flaws too, how can he be flawless? He's a human being.

Yang Jungwon's walking down the hall so harmless, a smile on his face while he passes people on his way, while you take your step so prideful and feared, unbothered, having your chin high as your walls, that it seems no one can know that you have been digging Yang Jungwon's profile and past, planning for his downfall.

"Good morning, Y/n" greeted the enemy. You continue your steps, while he stops in his and looks at your back. Oh, no one will believe what kind of look was on Yang Jungwon's face when S/n Y/n ignored him.

It's been a month since Jungwon's name blow the school up. While it's been years for you because now that you have lost your number one self, your parents are now throwing their shits in your face, your mom yelled at you when she found out "HOW CAN YOU LOSE IT NOW Y/N!! I DON'T WANT A DAUGHTER AS FAILURE AS YOU!!" while your dad gave you a good slap that felt like your face was hit by a wrecking ball, you can still feel the ghost of his palm on your face; remembering that just make your blood boil, if only you could yell back at them if only you could return their harsh words if only you could slap them too, much more painful than what they did to you.

The pencil you were holding broke into half, while your glare on the board became intense every second you stay your vision on it.

Yes, it was all Yang Jungwon's fault.

It was that freaks fault. You don't believe that mask he's putting on, you badly want to snatch it from his pretty fake face and burn it.

Yes, you'll remove his skin and see his flesh.

"So...Y/n, what makes you come here?" his voice was sweet, but his hands are dirty, the look in his eyes is unexplainable, what the fuck is he doing? You thought.

Earlier that day, you have decided to take your feet to where this guy is heading. You thought he'd go home, but why is he stabbing a person in an abandoned pizza shop? Sure, the shop looks old and no one will attempt to go inside it, and might as well people get scared of ghosts. But maybe ghosts don't go there, this psycho scared the shit out of them away. And so now you are hiding from the counter, while Yang Jungwon is finished stabbing a person lying on a table, too dead to move.

"Not planning to answer?" He questioned. Palms on your mouth, preventing you from making a sound, of course you'll not answer him, who would want to answer a psycho when he just stab a person seconds ago?

Staying still from your position while cold sweat drips from your face, you heard his voice, his voice is sweet but dry while he giggles "Let's pretend you did not see a thing, shall we Y/n"

Three days have passed since you saw the crime scene, and it's been three days since your arms shake abnormally every millisecond, while your mind drifts away and stares at the blank space in front of you. And that those past days Yang Jungwon seems to eye your every move. So every time Jungwon sees you he'd smile at you. Oh, that's the sign to shut up. You remind yourself.

You are now walking through the garden where you usually stay at lunch, you have no friends to eat with so you eat all by yourself, but the person in front of you now gives a lifelong horror to your eyes.

"Hello there Y/n, I was thinking if you'd like to eat with me?" Oh, such a sweet voice, someone that'll hear it will melt probably, but why does it give horror to you and make your feet stuck in the ground?

"No, Thank you. I'll eat somewhere else." You answered keeping a smile on your face, pretending to seem unbothered.

"Oh? Why not?" He has his smile again, the smile that threatens you.

So you have no choice but to sit down and wait until the bell rings while you're riddling your mind for a way to escape from this person beside you.

Lunch ended and your appetite disappeared, while terror fills your body, and plans filled your brain. While of course Yang Jungwon whispered a small, "Say a word and I'll slice down your throat." In short, your lunch is not the kind of lunch a normal high schooler usually have. Unique isn't it?

Teaser || Chapter 2

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azaleavi · 3 years

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Pretty boy

Summary: You don't like James Barnes. Of course not when he has a different girl with him every time. And no, you are not jealous... right?

Word count: 3.8k i went OUT with this one

Warnings: language, a man being a creep, then getting beaten up, kissing, very slight alcohol consumption

Author's note: This gave me the idea. It turned out to be pretty long. Sorry. I hope you like it! This is 40s!Bucky btw.

Feedback is always appreciated and don’t forget to reblog and like if you enjoyed it and want to see more. Thank you!

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Part 2

James Barnes was a menace. An annoying little shit, who thought he could do anything and have anyone just because he was handsome. Not like you found him attractive or anything, but all the girls of New York seemed to drop their panties at the sight of him. One pet name and they were ready to kiss the ground he walked on. You couldn’t understand. How did these girls not see what kind of person he was? Multiple times you saw girls leave his apartment in the morning looking all sad. At first you felt bad for them, but after a while as they kept coming back you just couldn’t bring yourself to pity them.

Being a close friend of Steve meant you got to see a lot of James too. They were kind of a package deal, to which - by the way - you did not sign up for. Steve was the sweetest person you’ve ever met, maybe too righteous sometimes and he definitely did not know how to walk away from a fight, but he was a good man inside and out. James on the other hand was not like him. He wasn’t a bad man per se, but he was just too much of a player for you. He knew he was handsome and he used it to get girls all the time. Or dames as he called them. You hated that word by every fiber of your being. It reduced a woman to a simple object in your opinion and it basically said that she was only a pretty thing and nothing else. You did not want to be a pretty thing, you wanted more out of your life. Marrying some stuck up man and bearing his children was not something you dreamed of, no matter how many times people told you that it was what you had to do. No. You wanted a life that didn’t revolve around men. A life that you could choose for yourself. But it wasn’t that easy. Everyone expected you to do what they did. It didn’t even occur to them that you wanted something else.

Your mom had been telling you that you should marry James as he was such a nice young man. You just rolled your eyes every time she brought it up. She didn’t understand. How could she when she was so in love with your father after they met a few times that they got married just after a couple of months of knowing each other. Their love was something so extraordinary that you knew it wouldn’t happen to you. Especially not with James. He wasn't thinking about marriage and even if he did he wouldn't want you as a wife. Not like you wanted to marry him or anyone else for that matter, but that didn't mean that it didn't sting a little that he went after every girl he saw, but never thought of you the same way. He never even tried and it beat down your confidence a little. When you first met James you found him intriguing, your young self even had a crush on him for a while. But it didn't take long for you to get to know the real him and the disappointment made you force that crush down. You only laughed at yourself now, finding it hilarious that you once wanted to kiss him and love him. Of course, you didn't feel that way about him anymore. That would be stupid of you. Of course..

Having a night out with Steve was a wonderful idea. That is until James showed up, making you narrow your eyes at your friend. You clearly remembered him telling you that James had other plans and it would be just the two of you, but of course he had to mess up your plans.

You went to a bigger pub in the city, having been there before and liking it. James dragged Steve away as soon as you entered, talking about some girl he wanted to introduce him to, so you just went to the bar to ask for some alcohol. God knows you needed it if James was around.

All of the sudden two hands grabbed your waist and turned you around. Before you could realize what was happening a pair of lips were on yours, kissing with so much passion you almost moaned into it. Noses bumping against each other your hand gripped his hair. Your mind cleared as you realized that a stranger was kissing you without your permission and you pushed him away by his chest, hand already raised to slap him. Your whole body froze as you came face to face with a familiar man. James.

"What the fuck is your problem?" you hissed, your palm almost connecting with his cheek, but being stopped by his hand on your wrist. He pulled you close again by his hold on your arm.

"There is a girl I need to get rid of. Just play along" he mumbled, his breath hitting your lips as he leaned in for another kiss. You almost got lost in him again, but you were more aware and not caught by surprise this time so you managed to pull your head away from him.

"I will do no such thing" you narrowed your eyes at him. "Let go of me" you were getting angrier by the second. Who did he think he was?

"What if I don't want to?" Okay that's it. You ripped yourself from his arms.

“Listen here, pretty boy” you pointed your finger at him in your anger, not registering the smug expression that worked its way onto his face. “You can’t just do whatever you want because you are a-“

“You think I’m pretty?” he interrupted your angry rambling and grabbed your finger to pull you closer by it. In your surprise you stumbled forward, your hands finding place on his chest, your nose a few inches from his.

“James” you called out his name in warning. If he didn’t let go of you right now you wouldn’t be responsible for what you did to him.

“Come on, doll. I told you to call me Bucky multiple times” he smirked down at you.

“And I told you that we are not friends therefore I don’t have to call you your stupid nickname” you yanked your hand out of his grip, stepping back. “And stop calling me doll. I’m not one of your girls”

“Ouch doll, that hurts my feelings” he rubbed his chest where his heart was.

“Oh, I didn’t know you knew what those were” you frowned at him, not amused by his teasing. He opened his mouth in mocking shock.

"Don't be so mean to me. A lady like you should always be polite." he teased, knowing well that you hated being called a lady and being told what you should and should not do.

"Good thing I'm not a lady then" you grimaced at him, cocking your head to the side.

"Well, with the way you've been talking to me, I guess you aren't" he stepped back into your personal space. "And if you are not a lady then you should have no problem playing along with me."

"I'm might not be a lady, but I'm definitely not one of your dames either" you pushed him by his shoulders to finally have enough space between you.

"Are you jealous, doll?" a smug smile played on his lips.

"Oh very." your sarcasm was clear as day. "It would be an honor to lie in your bed then leave in the morning, only to never hear from you again." you turned back to the bar, your drink already in front of you. Lifting the glass you nodded at the bartender who gave you a small smile. You drowned it in one shot, the alcohol giving your throat a familiar burn as it went down. "Is there anything else you need?" you turned back to him. He didn't say anything as he kept staring at you. "No? Then you can leave me alone" you shooed him away by your hands, already done with his shenanigans.

"Don't drink too much because of me" he called after you as he walked backwards, that stupid smile not leaving his lips. Rolling your eyes you turned back to the bar, leaning on it with your elbows, a sigh leaving your lips.

How could he just kiss you like that? You thought he at least had some respect for you, bit it seemed like he didn't. He was James Barnes for god's sake. Of course he didn't. You didn't know what you were thinking. He wasn't different from any man. A part of you believed that he might have been but he just proved it that he wasn't. Your mother would loose her mind if she knew what her 'nice young man' did to you just now.

You shook your head to get the thoughts out of it and signaled for the bartender to give you another shot. You drowned that one too as someone sat down next to you. You were ready to tell him to fuck off, thinking it was James again, but as you turned your head it was a man your age. You lifted your eyebrows, not being in the mood to deal with another self-centered man.

"What is a pretty dame like you doing here alone?" he tried to flirt, but he already lost you at the word he called you.

"I'm not here alone. And it's none of your business" you showed him a mocking smile and stood up ready to leave, your night already ruined. A hand locking around your wrist made you stop.

"Come on. I just want to make you have a good time" he smirked, but it left his lips as soon as you ripped your arm out of his hold.

"I don't care about your good time" you rubbed your wrist, his grip leaving the skin red.

"Okay. I tried being nice, but you clearly don't care for it. Maybe you like men when they are being a little more forceful? You like 'em rough?" he pulled you to his body by your waist, your hands flying to his chest trying to push him away. Why is this happening to you now?

"Let go of me" you squirmed in his hold, disgusted by him. Unfortunately he was stronger than you and didn't loosen his arms around you no matter how hard you hit his chest.

"You like this don't ya?" his breath hit your cheek as you tried to get as far away as you could.

"No, I don't. Stop" you were getting desperate, looking around for anyone to help you. There were a lot of people around, but none of them seemed to care. Tears gathered in your eyes.

Suddenly the man was pulled backwards by his collar, a fist meeting his cheek a second later, making you gasp. He fell down on the ground, but your savior didn't let him get away that easily as he hit him a few more times. You quickly stepped closer and that's when you saw his face. It was James. Your shock quickly dissipated as he lifted his arm again to hit the other man. You hands grabbed his forearm and you tried to pull him away, making him look at you.

"Stop it, James. He is already on the ground" you pleaded. A relieved sigh left your lips as he stepped away, his arm going around your waist to lead you away from the crowd that formed around you.

"Are you okay?" he stopped you in front of the building, the cold night air picking at your skin.

"Yes, I'm fine." you rubbed your arms, stopping your movements as he grabbed your arm that had the red bruise on it.

"Did he do that to you?" he almost growled, head turning to look inside the place.

"Yes, but it's fine. It doesn't hurt that much" you put your hand on his arm, trying to calm him down. Why did he care anyway?

The door opened and Steve walked out, a worried look on his face. you immediately pulled your hand away from James, stepping back.

"I heard what happened. Are you okay?" his eyes traveled over your whole body, trying to see if you were hurt.

"I'm fine, Steve." you forced a smile in his direction. In truth you weren't completely fine, but the boys didn't need to know that.

"I'll walk her home" James spoke up from next to you, making you look at him in surprise.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking home myself, thank you" you replied to him.

"I know that, but both of us would be more relaxed if someone was with you. And Steve was talking to a pretty woman before I left" he sent a knowing smile to the man. You looked at him, only to see him looking down at his feet, a blush on his cheek confirming James' words.

"Steve! What are you doing out here then?" you almost shouted at him. "Go back inside right now. I'll be fine." you waved him off.

"I'll go check on you tomorrow, okay?" he was already inching backwards toward the door.

"Yes, okay, just go" you laughed, happy for him. He walked back inside, leaving the two of you alone. "So you don't have to walk me home, just stay outside for a little while so Steve doesn't get suspicious." you forced another smile on your face.

"I will not let you walk around alone this late at night." he grabbed your arm that wasn't bruised and started pulling you towards your home.

"I've done it multiple times before" you argued, but walked alongside with him, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

For the duration of the walk neither of you spoke a word, but it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. The silence between you was nice, letting you look around as he still held your arm, neither of you wanting to let go. He made you feel safe as you walked along the dim streets, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Thanks for walking me home" you reached your house, stopping in front of the door as you turned to him.

"Isn't there something else you should thank me for too?" he smirked, stepping closer.

"Well I was about to say it, but now I'm not going to" you put your hands behind you, leaning on the door.

"It's not only with words that you can thank me" he leaned closer, his face a few inches from yours for the second time that night. There it is.

"You know, I was thinking that you are not so bad while we were walking home, but you just reminded me why I don't like you" you smiled at him.

"And why is that?" he tilted his head to the side.

"You just can't keep it in your pants." you shook your head.

"Actually I wanted to apologize about earlier." he got serious, stepping backwards to put some distance between you.

"Earlier?" you asked back, confused as to what he was referring to.

"The kiss" he mumbled, looking down, almost as if he was nervous. But James Barnes does not get nervous.

"Oh." it was all you could say, surprise taking over your brain.

"So I'm sorry" he kept looking down.

"Uhm... it's okay, I guess?" you didn't know what to say to that, thoughts running through your mind a thousand miles an hour.

"I'm just gonna go now." he pointed behind him awkwardly. As he turned away you couldn't help yourself and you called after him, the alcohol in your system giving you courage.

"You are really not that bad, James." he turned back, surprise written all over his face, but he quickly covered it up by a smirk.

"Is that a compliment I hear?" you rolled your eyes at him. There was the James you knew.

"And it might be the last if you keep this up" you let out a smile. "But seriously, we could be friends if you didn't do what you do." you shrugged nonchalantly.

"What am I doing?" he asked, confused.

"You know, every time I see you, you have a different girl on your arm" you couldn't look into his eyes, a little embarrassed.

"You avoid me because of that?" his eyes widened.

"Yes. What did you think the reason was?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"I don't know. I just thought you do it because you don't like me, not because you are jealous" he let out a laugh.

"I am not jealous, James. Get that out of your head." you looked away as a blush crept up your cheeks.

"Oh god you are blushing" he continued to laugh, the redness of your cheek only deepening. "I can't believe you like me" he mused.

"Okay, that is enough out of you. I'm going inside" you turned and reached for the handle as he grabbed you to turn you back around, your back hitting the wood of the door, his left arm on the door next to your face, his right circled around your waist. You let out a gasp at how close his face was.

"You didn't deny it" he whispered, his warm breath hitting your lips. Your mouth opened, realizing your mistake.

"I-" you wanted to defend yourself, but nothing came to mind. His right hand touched your face, palm flat against your cheek. You couldn't help but lean into his touch, closing your eyes for a second. Your eyes snapped open when you realized what you were doing and pushed his hand away. "I'm not one of your dames, James" you looked into his eyes. You couldn't let him treat you like any other girl. You refused to be another one night stand for him. A stable relationship you could work with, but being someone he called when he was bored was not something you wanted or could handle.

"No, you are not." he agreed.

"Then don't treat me like them" you pushed yourself more into the door. You were afraid. Not of him, he would never hurt you. Not physically at least. But you were afraid of what would happen. Will he leave you saying that he won't give up that lifestyle for you? Or will he stay with you?

"Never" he shook his head.

"I don't want to be one of many" you continued, trying to get him to understand.

"You know why I was always with a different girl?" he pulled away slightly.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to forget about you. I thought you didn't like me because you were always so distant. So I just wanted to find someone else, but none of them compared to you." he brushed his thumb along your lower lip. Your eyes met his as he lifted your head by your chin. "None of them were you" his nose bumped against yours. "I like you. I did from the first time we met" he finally confessed, your heart skipping a beat at his words.

"James" his name left your lips in a sigh. "Kiss me" he didn't need more as his lips latched onto yours, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. His tongue swiped across your lip asking for entrance and as you opened your mouth, his body pushed you against the door, trapping you. It was a trap you never wanted to escape. His hands held your head, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as you arms were around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Your heart beat rapidly as his hands traveled down your body, stopping at your waist.

A few moments later he had to pull away as both of you needed air, but de didn't go far, only enough for you to catch your breath. His forehead leaning against yours, noses touching, the two of you giggled into each others mouths.

"Wow" he mumbled as he left short pecks on your lips, unable to keep himself away from you. It was your first real kiss and he was already addicted.

"Stop it" you giggled and let him press one long peck on you before pushing him away. "I don't want you to get bored of that" you teased.

"I could never" he pressed another kiss on your mouth, making you laugh.

"Okay, I understand" you could barely talk as he still had his mouth on yours. He pulled you closer and rested his head on your shoulder.

"You are amazing" he murmured into the fabric of your clothes.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, James" you were glad he couldn't see your face as it was coated in a red blush.

"I'm just saying the truth" he pressed his lips to your cheek.

"I probably should get inside, before we wake up my parents." you sucked in your lips try to hide your smile.

"Maybe" he agreed, but made no move to let you go.

"You have to let me go for that to happen" you pulled away as much as you could.

"Then you shouldn't go" he teased, still holding you.

"I'll see you tomorrow, or today I should say" you reassured him and he let go at that. You straightened your clothes as he watched you. Looking up at him the softness in his eyes almost made you say 'fuck it' and spend the rest of the night with him, but you held yourself back. He turned and walked down the stairs, but suddenly ran buck up to you to press one more long kiss on your soft lips. You couldn't help, but let a smile break out on your lips as he pulled away to look into your eyes once more.

He was already out on the street when you remembered something.

"Hey, pretty boy!" you called after him once more, making him turn around with a big smile on his face from the nickname. "Good night" you bit your lip, trying to hide your own smile, but failing miserably.

"Good night to you too, doll" he playfully bowed down a little, making you let out a laugh.

If someone saw you that night, under the moonlight, they would have seen two people completely in love with one another, laughing, being happy that they finally found their missing piece that was in front of them the whole time. Eyes shining like the stars above them as they watched each other, only the moon being witness of their intimate moment.

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